Parallels | Dylan O'Brien

10 - A Teen Wolf Marathon

Los Angeles 

-Dylan O'Brien-

I had thought about telling Lydia the truth. That same night, I hadn't slept one second. I twisted and turned, thinking about how to tell her. But the next day, when I saw her, I couldn't tell her. Her eyes were filled with sadness and confusion, and I didn't want to add up to that. The day after that, when we had lunch together, I couldn't tell her either. For once, she was actually happy, or she looked the part. She smiled at me and talked to me about her life -or what she thought was her life. She asked me questions about her job as event manager and I tried to answer them as accurately as possible. On the third day, I took her to the American Assassin set for a couple of scenes. She sat on the side and watched me as I did the scenes with Sanaa. Most of the time, she was scrolling through her phone. But every now and then, she looked up and she genuinely looked impressed by what I was doing.
Today is the fourth day since she came to our world. It's still weird to say that, but it is. It's been four days. I think. I'm not even sure anymore. I have a day off today, so I decided to take her to the city with Posey and Holland. I'm silently praying Lydia doesn't freak out when she sees Holland. I must say, I see the resemblance. Not only the strawberry blonde hair, but the plump lips and the green eyes as well. I don't think their personalities match that much, but other than that, they're pretty much the same.
"So where exactly are we going?" Lydia asks. We're in my car, driving through the city towards my favorite restaurant. This is where I wanted to take my Lydia on our first date.
"A restaurant, just downtown," I reply to her with a smile as I take a left. I'm still thinking how I'm going to break the news to her. Hey, Lydia. You're actually from a completely different world. I don't know how you got here, but here are some fries. I shake my head to my own thoughts. That isn't the right way or the right time. There must be a better way.
Within ten minutes, we arrive at our destination where we meet Holland and Posey outside. I straight up tell Lydia still feels a little weird around them. Especially around Holland. We take a seat outside the restaurant, since the sun is shining and it's a beautiful day out. No one would want to sit inside with this weather.
"How are things going with American Assassin, mister Rapp?" Holland asks me as she rests her head upon her fist, her elbow on the table.
"Good, we're wrapping everything up. Just a few scenes left to be filmed. It's been so awesome, guys, you have no idea," I tell them excitedly. My eyes fall upon Lydia, who's sitting across from me. She has a small smile tugging at her lips, but her hands are somewhere underneath the table as if she's nervous or uncomfortable. We order our drinks and our food before I continue about the movies I'm filming at the moment. Posey and Holland talk about their lives too. They talk about what they're doing with their lives and careers until one drink is brought to our table. The waiter puts the drink in front of Lydia, but she furrows her eyebrows. I don't think that's what she ordered.
"I didn't order this," she tells the waiter, looking up at him.
"Ah, no, this one's from them," the man replies, pointing at a group of boys a bit further. All four of us follow his pointer finger to look at them. They're in their twenties, probably. Four of them. I've seen two of them before. I think in High School or College or something. "They wanted me to give this too," the waiter hands Lydia a piece of paper. I can't read it, but judging by Lydia's face, it's nothing too good. She turns her head towards the boys and smiles. Without saying another word to us, she gets up and takes the drink with her.
"Uh-oh," Holland mumbles. She might've read the paper. All three of us look at Lydia who approaches the group of boys, her hips swaying, slightly overdoing it.
"Hey red mama," one of the boys starts. I roll my eyes and I bet Lydia does too.
"Which one of you was so kind to buy me this drink and give me his number?" I hear her ask.
"I did," another one replies cockily, a smirk upon his face. He's the school book example of a fuckboy. His hair gelled back -with too much gel if you ask me, a stubble decorating his chin, and his upper body clad with a muscle tank.
"Here's your answer," her voice sounds sweet, but when she pours the drink onto the boy's head, I know she didn't mean it that sweetly. I'm impressed with her actions, to be fair. I didn't think she'd do something like that. "That's in the name of all women you've ever fucked and all the hearts you've ever fucked with. I hope your fuckboy breed dies." The whole terrace starts applauding and cheering for Lydia. She blushes a little before bowing as if she was actually performing a show.
"Did she really do that?" I hear Posey mumble beside me, but I'm too busy being turned on by her actions to answer his question. The girl walks back up to us with a smirk upon her face.
"That was hot," I mumble without even realizing it's out loud. I'm praying she doesn't hear it. She raises her eyebrow, but doesn't react to it, which is good, I guess. The boys have left the restaurant by now and our drinks have arrived.
"Those fuckboys really need to know their place in this society. I'm sick of those boys," she tells us and I'm not sure it's because she's been hurt before or because she's encountered a fuckboy. Maybe those are linked to one another, that's possible too.
"Why, sweetie?" Holland asks. At least I don't have to be the one to ask her.
"Eh, I've met a couple," she starts and glances to each of us as if she's determining whether she could trust us or not, "Each of which have broken my heart," her voice is softer than before. It's as if all confidence has poured out of her. Holland rubs her back soothingly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, girl. You deserve way better," she says and earns a smile from Lydia. We start talking about something completely different, just to cut the tension in the air. I notice Lydia's hands have found their way on top of the table. She seems a lot more open and confident. It's almost like she trusts us.
After lunch, we spend the day at the mall. Holl and Lydia do a bit of shopping whilst Posey and I just tag along. We have lot of fun, nonetheless. And it seems like Lydia is too. Holland has definitely found her way to her heart.
"Red looks totally popping on you, girl!" says Holland as Lydia shows a beautiful red dress. I must admit, she does look great in that dress. Because of her shitty personality traits, I forget how beautiful she really is. Watching her, makes me realize she might be more than that shitty personality. She's gorgeous and all, but I notice she's opening up a lot more today. Maybe she is nice after all. Maybe she can take the truth.
We spend the entire afternoon at the mall, watching and commenting on the girls' outfits and having them pick out a few new items for us. Altogether, we're having a whole load of fun. Something I didn't think I would say. After we had dinner together, the four of us split up again. I drop Lydia off at her house and drive home myself. I take a beer from the fridge and settle onto the couch. A bit of Netflix won't hurt. I put on Orange Is the New Black on and continue from where I stopped the other day. My phone buzzes next to me. Holland's name pops up on my screen with a message with some files attached to them. She has sent all of the pictures she's taken today to everyone in a group chat. A couple of Lydia and Holland together, a couple of just Lydia and a few of me and Lydia as we were talking to one another. Probably one Holland has taken without us knowing. Another message comes in.