No matter the weather, to avoid a migraine whenever it's too crowded in the cafeteria, I always sat outside and eat my lunch. Hence why today, despite the blistering heat threatening to leave me with a painful sunburn, I sat under a shaded tree reading John Greens, Paper Towns, occasionally sipping my Diet Coke.
I was in awe of the way Margo viewed everything, from the town to the people, not because it differed from the person and the way everyone assumed she was, but because it was honesty at its brutalist. Pure and truthful.
It kind of describes how I think of modern society because truth be told when we're gone nobody will remember us, we won't have left a mark on the world and nobody of any importance will care because wrong and right are skewed in this day in age.
It's kind of sad really.
A shadow, well a shadow shaped much like a giant suddenly cast over my book making it next to impossible to continue reading, so I risked glancing up to face my intruder.
"It's an eye opener that one," Dylan nodded in approval.
"Well hello to you too," I frowned, as I saw him try and find the words to explain his presence that had interrupted my literary moment of peace, "How may I be of assistance Mr O'Brien?"
"Very funny Lo, I'm truly dying of laughter inside, honestly I am," he feigned laughter quickly before glancing at me sincerely again, "No but seriously I was just wondering if you were free after school to stay behind and work on that music assignment?" He rocked back and forth on his heels awaiting an answer.
"Hmm, let me see," I pretended to check my phone for the fun of it, "Of wait of course I'm free," I slapped my forehead.
Lola never has plans because Lola doesn't friends.
"Awesome, so I'll meet you in the music room-" he was cut off by two guys shouting his name from across the field.
"COME ON ASSHOLE IF WE WAIT ANY LONGER WE WONT MAKE IT!" It was too bright to make any features of them out so I reverted my gaze back to Dylan who rolled his eyes at his friends and their impatience.
"They're about as patient as a hungry toddler, urghh anyways music room after last period?" He groaned rolling his eyes again as they continued to bellow his name relentlessly.
"Yeah yeah I got it Dyl now go, your hungry toddlers are getting grumpy," I laughed standing up to push him in the direction of his two friends who had resulted to jumping around waving.
He turned as I gave him a shove laughing and started the jog backwards across the courtyard. He turned back to face me once more yelling, "Don't forget Lo!"
"As if I could!" I laughed back.
"Oh and you do have friend Lo, you've got me and that's for life I'm afraid," he shouted before waving.
"I'm holding you to that O'Brien," I called back and then the three disappeared behind the green fence out of sight.
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"These stories about these two people, they're just, I don't know," Dylan smiled fondly.
"They're really something huh?" I watched Dylan's face, in awe of how mesmerised he was by our own story and he didn't even know it yet.
He might never know.
"I wish I had a best friend like that, or a girl friend or you know, someone who wanted me like she wants him,"
His words hit hard, but of course he didn't know, it wasn't his fault and I wasn't about to let him see how much his words hurt me when it was unintentional.
He doesn't know and I don't think he ever will.
He's not going to remember anything.
It wasn't going to happen, he wasn't going to remember everything in seventy nine hours. He just wasn't. I was wrong, the doctors were right.
I'm losing my Dylan.
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Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)
FanfictionI had seventy nine hours to remind him. Seventy nine hours to tell him, not only who he was but who I was. Seventy nine hours to tell him how we met. I had just seventy nine hours to tell him just how we fell in love. After that he'd be gone forever.
