Right Now

Chapter 35

(Authors Note) Im predicting maybe 30 more chapters, so its a long haul here on Right Now island. Enjoy!

"Dylan. Like...wicked cute, brown hair, hazel eyes Dylan?" Ariel sat on my bed proccessing what just happened with me.

"Yeah." Ariel nodded.

"I've seen him before." She nodded again and stomped over to my laptop which was set on a small coffee table near my in suite kitchen.

"Facebook stalking time." She rubbed her hands together devilishly and logged onto my Facebook account.

"Seriously, you password is Julliard, you nerd!" Ariel scoffed while searching for something.

"Is this nessecary?" I shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably.

"Absolutely, I need to know if this little shit is gonna break your heart. Like-"

I interuppted her before she could say his name. "Ok, ok I get it. But seriously, I don't like Dylan. I honestly just met him an hour ago." It was now a little past 7.

"Oh really, tell that to your face." Ariel laughed and continued to search. "Got it!"

I raced over look.

"Dylan O'Brien, 18, from Beacon Hills in Southern California. Wow, fancy. Suffering Mets fan, ouch, he's a music theory and acting major, sweet. No asshole like things besides a picture of him and..." She closes the laptop as fast as she can and looks at me.

"What?" My eyes widening.

"Charlie."

"Seriously?" I was about to cry.

"Charlie McDermott and Dylan O'Brien. They are cousins, babe." Ariel talked slowly. "They met once. I don't think they are close. But, Belly, just be careful ok? I say you after Chase and- him. Just pace yourself ok?"

I exhaled and rubbed my temples. Way too much to think about.

"Ariel, I'm gonna go take a walk ok?" I grabbed my key and my phone.

"Ok, I'm gonna stay here if you don't mind, my roomate is a lunatic. She's obsessed with my little ponies and wanted me to help her with her beanie baby collection." Ariel spoke with such passion about everything. Even this weird girl she has to room with.

I chuckled and mumbled an "Okay."

Walking at night around the campus was pretty cool, minus the mosquitos.

I was glad I had changed out of my shorts and flowy shirt to a pair of sweats and a M5 t shirt with Adam Levine's face, feeling more comfortable for walking at night.

I saw a big tree in the courtyard and decided to sit their for a while.

I thought about Niall. I was still gutted by the fact I couldn't see him. I even contemplated texting him. I just wanted to talk to him.

Instead I texted Harry. He never really responded anymore, touring and stuff, but it was worth a try.

(Text Messages)

To: Hazza My Prince

Hey Hazza, I hope you are doing alright, I feel kinda lousy here at college thinking about N. Miss you, love you- Bells.

I got a text back almost immediately.

From: Hazza My Prince

Belly!! Hey babe, sorry you are feeling so lousy. N is doing ok, and is up for talking whenever you are. He is happy-ish with Charlie but I think he misses you alot. Love you too babe, -H xX

My stomach dropped.

He wanted to talk to me?

My head spun. I stopped thinking when I heard soft guitar strumming coming from the other side of the tree.

Recognizing the song, I began to sing along.

((misguided ghosts by paramore))

*I'm going away for a while but I'll be back don't try and follow me, cuz I'll return as soon as possible.

See I'm trying to find my place but it might not be here where I feel safe. Cuz we all learn to make mistakes and

Run from them, from them.*

I kept singing, the guitar player strumming, us sitting on opposite sides of the tree.

When the song was over, I heard a familiar voice.

"Killer pipes, Belly."

Dylan.

My heart dropped to my stomach.

I propped myself against the tree in an effort to hide from him.

"Are you okay? You seem a little disheveled." He was now crouching down in front of me.

He had changed too. He was wearing what seemed to be pajamas and a Mets sweatshirt. Long suffering Mets fan indeed. His hair was covered by a beanie. He wore glasses too.

He was so goodlooking.

I forced a weak smile, "I'm ok, Dylan, thanks for asking." I tried to change the subject, "You are a great player! Are you studying to be guitar performance major?"

I already knew the answer, but I just loved the way he talked. Slow, concise, but always adding a little bit of sarcasm and wit.

"Nah, I'm an actor, but I dabble, I dabble." His hands moved while he talked. "What about you?"

"Vocal performance. I want to make records." I spokeproudly.

"I can tell. You sound a lot like her, you know. Hayley Williams." He smiled warmly and offered me his hand.

Gladly taking it, I got up with him.

"I have a guitar back in my room, maybe we should-" He interuppts me.

"Belly, its rude to ask me out on a date without first asking me for my number." He wriggled his eyebrows and pulled a funny face, causing me to laugh my awful awful laugh.

"That was a cute laugh." He smirked at me under the lamplights.

"If you like snorting, I guess." I retorted truthfully.

"Whatever you say, Princess."

Princess.

I couldn't take it any longer.

I looked at Dylan with hurt in my eyes then ran off.