Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)

T w e n t y N i n e

Walking in to the smoke filled dorm room that apparently had the unfortunate job of hosting the party I felt sick. The room was misty everywhere I looked, heat radiating throughout and all at once I felt suffocated, although I was trapped. The further we moved into the room the more tense I became feeling the all to familiar nausea coming over me. Dylan must have noticed because the next thing I felt was his hand on my lower back and he was leaning close to my ear.

"Its ok Lola, you can relax," he smiled, his minty breath fanning my face.

Damn he really has a way with words.

"Yeah, sorry," I muttered feeling foolish, "I don't know why I'm so edgy," I exhaled trying to calm my nerves before returning his smile.

Damn that smile.

"You really don't go out much lately hey?" He cocked an eyebrow, which didn't help much with my staring dilemma, leaning on the counter in the kitchen we had managed to somehow find, handing me a beer in the process.

"Nope, unless Tyler and Cody are around, then I tend to tag along," I shrugged, "I stay in with pizza and Netflix most of the time while you're away,"

"I noticed," he grinned, "Well get used to getting dragged out by me now miss Netflix, I want you to have more fun without me,"

"Hmm didn't have you down as the popular party going socialite Dyl," I laughed

"I'm not, I'm a hermit. Like you remember, we don't party much but not tonight,"

"Hey so lay off the bashing because I'm lame. You're the same you just said so yourself, we both stay home 90% of the time. Besides I value your company over all these peoples anyway," I shrugged, honesty seeming like a vital point right now.

"Because we have been ditched by our friends therefore it is essential we have fun," he grinned, "And that's sweet, thank you. I value yours just as highly," he smiled, throwing me a wink.

"Yes boss," I saluted laughing, "I'm not unsociable, just wary of parties by the way,"

"Yeah, yeah," he chuckled.

~

"I know I said dress for a party, dress to impress and that flannels were an absolute no no, but did you have to dress to impress half the damn party?" Dylan sighed, resting his head on my shoulder.

Pressed up against the wall, I laughed. He had no choice but to push up against me to send a druken student 'a warning' as he had put it. In Dylans defense the drunk had been advancing toward me for the past hour and when he chose to make his move, Dylan hastly made his, pushing me towards the wall and leaving small kisses along my jaw.

Hence why were here now.

"You said the outfit was fine?" I laughed, resting my head on his shoulder.

Its true, he had. Infact he had argued with me for a solid forty five minutes refusing to leave the dorm after I had told him that I intended to wear denim shorts and a flannel.

~

"You're not going like that," he frowned, looking unimpressed as he glanced up and down at my chosen party attire.

Not that I want him to be impressed of course.

Liar.

"Why not? What's wrong with it?" I groaned collapsing on his bed that reeked of pizza and hair wax.

"Nothing its fine, but its not party wear,"

"So what is?" I asked, racking my brain for ideas. Not quite sure why I couldn't remember as I used to go out most weekends.