As I made my way from the elevator to the hospital room, I put my earphones in and put my music on and hearing teenage dirt-bag blast through my ears cheered me up a little instantly, maybe I did have a cold after all. I'd convinced myself this morning I was fine and couldn't have possibly picked something up from the hospital if more or less been living at for the last two and a half months.
Maybe I was wrong though.
Opening the door, I had to kick it shut because my hands were so full and I couldn't help but sing along with the chorus while i kicked my shoes off, flinging them by the door and dropped all the bags into the chair I'd occupied for weeks now.
"Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag babyyyyyy," Removing the earphones and setting my shopping down, I turned to face Dylan, who had been staring since I had opened the door. "Oh hey! Uhhh donuts and coffee, hungry?" I asked, holding out the bags, Dylan grinning before jumping up off his bed.
"You're my new bestfriend," he laughed.
"Aw shucks so I wasn't already?" I pouted.
"You're a teenage dirtbag baby, of course you was," he winked, digging into the bag containing the doughnut trays, "So, I've been lurking around on the Internet and it's a scary place,"
"Oh god, avoid the dark depths of that thing, you'll be scarred for life if you linger on tumblr for too long,"
"So I've discovered, what the hell is a sterek?"
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Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)
FanficI 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.
