Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)

T w e n t y O n e

Thirty six hours.

Dylan's POV

A little after Tyler left I decided I'd research a few of the things he'd briefly explained to me during his visit. There were a few things that just didn't fit in my mind, things that didn't seem right or frankly, possible to me.

When I had asked him what my job was, he seemed a little reluctant to answer my question. He said it would be saying too much to me, revealing too much that I needed to find out for myself. Lola or the doctors may tell him off if he blurted it all out to me.

He told me to google myself. Confusing me beyond relief because what was I supposed to find about myself online? My life story? My backlog and history? I doubt it.

I'd spent over an hour, using both Lola's laptop and my phone that she had brought me the first day she had shown up here, noticing a picture of me and her as my screensaver, scouring every inch of the Internet.

Apparently I would find things there, a lot of things. Almost anything I'm sure if I tried hard enough.

I found out firstly, that I'm lucky enough to call myself an actor and started to rediscover myself by watching every show and movie I've starred in, starting with Teen Wolf. Noticing almost immediately that Tyler was in this too, we were best friends in the show aswell.

I was halfway through episode four of the first season, when Lola, poked her head back through my door, "Hey Dyl, what you watching?"

I smiled fondly at her as her face came into full view when she sat in the chair beside my bed again, "Teen Wolf," I beamed proudly.

Her mouth dropped into an 'o' shape as she absorbed my words, "Hm let me guess, Tyler?"

"He left a trail and I followed it using google," I nodded shrugging, "I didn't read too much, mainly about my job and things I've been in, I'm hoping watching stuff I've been in will jog something,"

"Has it?" Lola bit her lip nervously, obviously hoping for a positive answer that I knew I couldn't give her.

I shook my head slowly, my heart plummeting as I watched her face fall, "I'm not getting anything back am I?" My voice cracked slightly as I finally admitted out loud the realisation I'd come to days ago.

She shook her head, bringing it up to meet my gaze and my heart broke seeing tears brimming  in her eyes, "Don't say that Dyl, you will. I'll do everything I can, fly you wherever I have to if there's even the smallest chance to have to recover your memories, I'm not giving up, so don't you dare,"

Tears flowed down my cheeks in small rivers as she spoke, my mind swirling as I realised how much I meant to her, knowing deep within that before this, she probably meant the same if not more to me. I didn't have a title for what we were, I didn't know if she was my best friend or anything else but knowing she'd go to the longest of lengths for me, drop everything and risk so much, made my heart swell and the tears fall.

"Okay," I stammered, wiping the stray tears away from my face, "I'll make it through this,"

"You will," she smiled, taking her usual place beside me on the bed quickly, "You'll make it through this hell because you're Dylan O'Brien, you're strong, brave and a kickass survivor okay?"

"Okay," I nodded again, feeling more confident in myself, "Now tell me a story after the night the two friends got drunk, made out and danced on the beach,"

"Oka- hey how do you know about the dancing on the beach?" She raised an eyebrow accusingly.

"Tyler may have told me a few stories about the couple," I chuckled, realising I'd dropped him in it.

"Freaking Posey,"

•

The hangover that was overriding my ability to think straight this morning was telling me, no it was taunting me saying maybe I had gotten a little more drunk last night than I wanted to admit or had told Dylan.

Just a little more though.

Okay a lot more but it didn't change my decision to meet Dylan at the pool side at nine o'clock this morning for wherever the hell he had decided he was taking me.

As I groaned inwardly at the time he had chosen for this crazy spontaneous trip I wondered if he would even be awake himself because after all he was crazy wasted last night.

Hopefully he will sleep in, it's far to early for an adventure. I mean come on, we've only been back for three hours for god sake.

A short man was stood behind a breakfast cart, not to far away from where I was sat on a lounger at the poolside, preparing breakfast near the marble patio and although I knew I wouldn't be able to stomach food yet, I knew water would help me with this hangover.

Walking over to the cart, I was thankful I had put a small box of painkillers in my backpack.

"Hi, would it possible to get a bottle of water please?" I squinted at the brunette man who squatted behind the cart, he turned abruptly upon hearing a voice.

"Of course," he smiled reaching into a blue cooler before handing me a chilled bottle, "Consider it on the house," he smiled back kindly.

I wish there were more people like him in the world.

"Oh, thank you, that's so nice of you," I returned his smile an gave him a small wave before turning away only to collide with another chest and fall to the ground with an umphh.

"You know, we've really got to stop meeting like this," Dylan laughed holding his hand out for me to take, reaching out I took his outstretched hand and he pulled me up, handing me back my water bottle, but not before he took a sip might I add.

"Oh really?" I smiled teasingly, "Well Dyl Pickle, I'm sorry if my company bores and annoys you but as least nothing was spilled this time,"

"No not really," he grinned, "I kinda like it actually and you could never bore me Lo,"

"Oh I'm honoured, I really am," I laughed holding my hand to my chest, "So then early bird, where are we heading?" I turned to face him as I took the painkillers from my bag on the lounger, swallowing them with my water before placing the items back in my bag and shrugging it on my back.

"I'm not telling," he grinned, "Now shush my head hurts," he frowned.

"Aww is my Dylanhoebrien hung over?" I grinned jumping on his back, wrapping my arms and legs around him without even asking him to give me a piggyback.

"Ugh, yes he is but i suppose I won't begrudge you a piggyback ride," he laughed, holding my legs as I cheered.

"Here," I giggled an using one hand I fished out two pain killers from my backpack side pocket and placed them in his mouth and gave him a drink of water from an awkward angle, not without spilling it all over him though.

Come on I was still on his back, it was difficult.

"What was that you was saying about nothing being spilled on us?" He laughed, "But thank you Lola. I needed that,"

"No problemo Obiwan," I grinned, re wrapping my arms around his neck.

I love that I find myself at peace in his company.

And I fucking love that I can't get enough.