A Love To Be Written About (A Dylan O'Brien Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

            Looking at Dylan’s face in that moment was priceless. What just a few seconds ago was a look of anticipation and slight worry, was now the biggest smile and those “smiling eyes” Tyra Banks always makes sure her models have.

            “Um…Dylan?”, I said slowly walking closer as I had not gotten a response for seconds. “Are you still there babe? You know when you said ‘move in with me’, I just assumed you would be alive…”

            Slowly Dylan’s hands wrapped around my waist, and after what seemed like years, he finally spoke.        

            “You know there were…,” he said suddenly getting quite.

            “Dylan, baby, you are starting to scare me.”

            “Screw it, there is only one way I know to express my emotions right now.”

            Before I could blink, Dylan had his lips on mine with more passion than ever before. He wasn’t messing around. I could tell. He was happy, and that’s what I wanted.

            He finally pulled away, with that huge smile back on his face again.

            “To use a classy baseball metaphor…I feel like I just hit a home run.”

            To celebrate the occasion, we hailed a cab and went back to the coffee shop where it all started. Dylan ordered for the both of us once again,  and we went back to sit on that same old couch. We spent the whole afternoon there, talking about all the details and the quirks of L.A. that I would have to get used to.

            “Are we crazy,” I asked as a snuggled into just a little bit more.

            He kissed the top of my head.

            “Babe, I live in L.A. I see crazy things every day. There may be people that are going to think this is crazy, but trust me, this is anything but.”

            Since Dylan and I had both found that we weren’t ones who liked to wait, we decided we wanted to move as soon as possible. Dylan packed up all his stuff from his hotel room, as we decided that he might as well stay with me until we get things figured out. He had worked things around so he was able to extend his vacation a little longer, so we would have time to move everything out to L.A. So tonight, we got right to packing up all of my stuff.

            “So like, let’s take in this shoe situation. Are all these really necessary,” Dylan yelled from my bedroom.

            “Ok mister,” I said walking down the hallway before propping myself in the door frame, “you never know when you may need that one pair, so you have to prepared at all times. Even if that means having a million pairs of shoes.”

            “Good thing I have a storage unit then.”

            “Ok, that is enough,” I said charging at him before laying a big one on him.