An O'Broden Story

Chapter 12 - "Chaos media"

Hollands POV

The picture was everywhere. How on earth does the media work so fucking fast? It literally happened 2 days ago. And somehow it started with twitter, the girls who obviously took the pictures shared them on twitter. Then it trended worldwide on twitter, and just a few hours after that it was already news. Everywhere.

It was one very unclear shaky photo, but somehow you can still figure out it's us in the picture, holding hands in a very romantic setting. I felt so dirty, like I was cheating on someone.

I know the feeling of having bad pictures of me circulating around on the internet, but this was different and in a much bigger scale. This was something the internet never expected.

Most Teen Wolf fans are very happy about the picture. I read some of the comments on twitter.

One of them said something like.. "OH MY HOLY GRAIL I CAN'T BELIEVE IT THEY ARE ACTUALLY DATING STYDIA IS ALSO O'BRODEN NOW WHAT THE HECK I'M DEAD". No commas, no stops, no time to breath between the sentences.

I'm dead, thats a repeating thing with fans. They're always dead. And O'Broden... is supposedly our ship name. It's cute. I find myself smiling, because it sort of fits. It doesn't sound weird to me.

Most of the news outlets are making it more like a scandal, rather than a thing to be happy about. Mainly because the media never got the news of Britt and Dylan breaking up first, so it's all confusing to them.

I close my computer and take a deep breath. I've been scrolling and reading for an hour. Dylan was sitting right beside me, talking to his publicist on the phone. He's leaning his arm against the sofa, behind my back. I lean back and cuddle up under his arm.

"But should I say something?" Dylan says in the phone and I hear a faint voice answering, but couldn't hear what it said.

I look up at him. He is cute when his concentrating on the conversation. His lower lip pushes forward and it reminds me of girls posing with a duck face.

"Alright. I'll come over tomorrow. Bye" He says and he takes his phone down and throws it on the table.

I keep looking at him, snuggled up against his shoulder.

"Very easy doing serious conversations when you're being cute" He says sacastically and finally looks back at me. Our noses touches a little bit.

"Well, you were being cute first. So.. really it's your fault." I say and put my hands on his face lightly and smile.

"Kiss me" He says and looks at my lips. I lean in while smiling and kisses him lightly on the lips. He kisses back.

I break from the kiss, but stay close to his face with my eyes closed. "Do you want anything? Food?" I whisper.

"No" He answers short and pushes his lips against mine again.

Dylans POV

I feel the tension building between us slowly. Kissing her was like walking on air and the hunger for more was insane. I know we've only been on one date, but I know how strongly I feel about her.

So why wait? I think our bodies we're ready for this since our first shared kiss.

She shifted with both her legs over my lap and started kissing my neck. Warmth radiates from the spot where her lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me.

Drunk on endorphins my only desire was to touch her, to move my hands under her layers of clothes to feel her perfect softness.

She kissed me again and in moments the soft caress became more firm, I savoured her lips and the quickening of her breath matched my own.

I slide my hands up her back under her shirt and she stretches her arm up so I can take the shirt off. She looks at me and I look at her naked upper body right in front of my face. She bites her lower lip.

"Are we going a little too fast?" She says a little out of breath.

"Uh.. are we? If you don't want to..." I say, worried she might not want to carry on.

"I want to." She says and leans in again to kiss me. I lift her body down on the sofa so that I'm positioned over her. I take my own shirt off and our bodies clash together like one.

(Holy fuck I don't know how to write things like this, hope it wasn't too bad. Haha)

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We lie together in silence under the blanket on Hollands huge sofa. It's not the bad kind of silence, it was the good kind of silence. At least in my opinion.

I could tell that she was thinking about something. And I wanted to know what. She was looking out in the apartment, blank. I was stroking her arm and hoping she felt the same way as me.

"What are we gonna do about the media?" She finally says, looking at me. I was surprised this was on her mind right now.

"There's nothing much we can do. We can comment on the situation..." I suggest and looks back at her. She looks full of thoughts.

"Yeah... do you think we should? Like explain..." She mutters and looks down.

"Maybe. I'm meeting my publicist tomorrow, to talk about it." I say and keep stroking her arm.

"Sounds so serious... and scary" She smiles a little and raises her eyebrows "Am I going too?" She asks.

"Yeah, I think you should. With your manager" I answer and then I kiss her cheek. She smiles.

"Okay, sounds like a plan" She closes her eyes and turns to kiss my arm that's under her head.

She opens her eyes and looks straight into mine. "And this was fun by the way, you wanna go again?" She laughs.

To be continued...
So.. this chapter got hot pretty quickly. What's gonna happen with the media?