Hasty knocking at what must of been 4am pulled me out of my deep slumber. Knocking that continued, relentless pound after pound upon our dorm door.
"Oh my fucking god, chill out and go away!" I yelled, shooting upright in my bed. The knocking halted for all of three seconds before starting again once more. Pissing me off even more so than before, if that were even possible.
"Oh my god," Dylan groaned, burying his face in the pillow from his bottom bunk, "You ruined my dream,"
"Fucking hell, sorry Dyl," I whined, jumping from my bunk. Rustling around in the dark for some shorts to throw on quickly, "I can't see a thi-" I started groaning before face planting the floor.
"My mets shorts are there by the way,"
"Thanks for the warning," I grunted, my face still down against the hardwood floor, "I'm using these now dickhead,"
Reluctantly I hauled myself up, throwing my legs through the leg holes of the shorts, tying them up quickly and stomped my way to the source of my bad mood, swinging it open now visibly annoyed, "You knocked?"
"Sure did sugar. You like party's right?" A tall, six foot three guy slurred repulsively. He was tan, dark messy hair adorned his head and he was chiselled.
Sure he was most girls picture perfect dream boy.
Not mine. This guy in front of me, was too perfect. These usually end everything abruptly and don't pair too well with, well anybody. No these kind of perfectly sculpted boys are usually fuckboys.
"Parties are ok I guess. Why?" I yawned, not having the time or effort for this at this hour.
"What about Brien over there?" Piss head nodded his head towards Dylan's bed, where the guy in question was observing the conversation, his head propped up on his bed frame.
"It's Dylan and he's not really the-"
"Yes I am and if you're inviting us to one, we'll be there," he grinned triumphantly.
I glared at Dylan, before pleading with him silently, to change his mind and make an elaborate excuse for us to get us out of the mess he'd thoughtlessly dumped us in.
Swirling back round to face the drunken influencer in front of me, not pleased in the slightest, "Looks like we're in if that's what you're here for,"
"Sweetness you've made my night," he chuckled.
"It's morning, almost 5am in the morning in fact," I paused, "So if that's all we should be-"
"Wait wait wait, you didn't get the details Lola!" Dylan perked up, once again butting in and sabotaging everything.
"Oh yeah sweetness! Here it's all written on this flyer, take this and make sure your sweet butt is there! Ok? Cool I'll see you tomorrow night cutie," he winked before backing out of the door frame and jogging to the next dorm, where no doubt he'd be using the same ball of cheesy flirting.
Excuse me while I go gag.
Locking the door and sliding down the back of it till it hit the floor I groaned, "That drunken fuck boy woke me up for a bastard party?"
"He sure did sugar," Dylan mocked the guys term of endearment and I growled launching a cushion towards him which he ducked effortlessly, "Sweetness, we're going to that party,"
I widened my eyes, "Oh no we're not. No,"
"Yes Lola, we're going and we're gonna have fun and we're going to get blackout drunk, make bad choices and feel stupid amounts of regret the morning after." He pouted, a move he knew always won me over.
"But I'm not adapted to people and parties or anything remotely social for that matter. There's a reason I'm an awkward loser remember," I sat up again, sulking at Dylan, begging again for him to forget this god forsaken plan.
"Lola. We're going, nice try," he laughed, laying back down in bed, "Now get your whiny ass back to bed,"
"It's too far away," I whined again, knowing it would irritate him.
"Dear lord give me strength for I'm going to kill my roomie," I heard him mutter incoherently because I felt myself being hauled up and dragged onto Dylan's bunk, "Now shut up and go to sleep. Side note if you snore, you're dead,"
"Yeah yeah Brien," I laughed loudly, "If you say so," I added with a small yawn, "If you say so,"
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"Did I take her to the party?" Dylan asked, still not fully understanding the bigger picture as I was still omitting my own name, as for now it's the best option.
He needed to piece that together on his own.
"You did, she complained about it the entire time you both were getting ready too," I laughed, my eyes not moving from the corridors as I navigated us through the hospital ready to drive us both home.
"Is that another story for another time?" He asked, watching me carefully as I concentrated on the signs.
"Sure is Dyl, you know it," I smiled slightly, not wanting to give too much away, the pain could never be as evident on my face as it was inside.
He couldn't know. Not yet.
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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.
