Milkshakes, Memories, and Monsters Under the Bed. (Dylan O'Brien)

Chapter 6 - Getaway

"Elle," I heard an apprehensive voice call as they shook my shoulder. I shoved my head further under the pile of pillows as I groaned. "Elle, wake the fuck up it's noon," the voice now indignant. 

I pretended I couldn't hear them, hoping they'd leave me alone. This person obviously knew my antics. "Brielle, if you don't get out of this bed right now, so help me God I will set all of your vision boards on fire," they commanded, throwing my blankets off the bed. 

I rolled onto my back, letting my pillows fall to the side. I slightly opened my left eye to see it was none other than my ray of sunshine Jax. He smiled at me as he placed his hands on his hips leaning close to my face. "Morning lovely," he called, pleased that he had gotten me to wake up.

I scrunched my face as I whined. He let out a chuckle. "Let's go," he ordered. I stayed immobile, looking at him with a straight face as if I no longer comprehended English. 

Jax gave up knowing I wasn't going to willingly move anywhere when I had just been woken up. He threw me over his shoulder. He deposited me in the kitchen on one of the stools. I laughed when I saw who else was in the kitchen.

Dylan had on one of my aprons, it was accustomed with all the jewels and glitter. He had a spatula in hand, leaning forward on the counter, "What can I make you this morning?" Dylan asked with a goofy smile.  

"A grilled cheese would be fantastic," I responded with a smile. 

He nodded once. "A girl with good taste. Coming right up," he accepted with a wink. 

I slowly sank off the stool, hoping to change out of my sweat pants and tee. I checked in Charlie's room, just to make sure he had gotten to school on time. I switched my sweat pants for some low rise jeans and my tee for a long sleeve v-neck. 

Someone knocked on the door as I sat on my bed, ready to lay back down. Jeremy opened the door, a smile on his face. "I got a job," he announced, sitting at the bottom of my bed. 

I was going to yell at him for not waiting for me to tell him to come in, but I gave him that speech at least 4 times a week. "Really Jer where?" I questioned, scooting closer to him. 

He took his phone out of his pocket. "This one clothing store at the mall. I'm pretty sure the manager digs me," he replied, still smiling. "But I actually start at 12:45, so I should go," he added, standing up. 

"Good luck Jer," I called as he left.

I finally let my head hit the pillow, when Dylan's head popped through the opening in the door. 

"Excuse me miss, you can't dine and ditch," he summoned, with a raised eyebrow. 

I groaned, getting up and following Dylan to the kitchen. He motioned for me to sit down at the coffee table. "Thanks Dyl," I credited as I sat down. 

He laughed as he sat down across from me, his own grilled cheese in front of him. "That's so cute," he remarked. 

"Huh?" I mumbled with a mouth full of sandwich. 

He shook his head, taking a napkin between his hands. "You already have a nickname for me," he elaborated. "You're getting attached to me," he added with a smirk.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "I have nick names for all the boys," I retorted, praying he hadn't discovered my crush on him. I enjoyed Dylan's company and I didn't want him to feel weird knowing I had a crush on him. "Anyways, why wouldn't I get attached? Aren't you staying with us for awhile?" I questioned, trying to make my tone calm, so I wouldn't seem obsessed. 

He had already eaten half of his sandwich by now. He nodded as he grabbed the other half. "I was planning on it, if that's okay," he said in a more serious tone. 

I watched as he lifted the water glass to his lips. The condensation dripped off as he smiled, obviously noticing that I was staring. "Y-Yeah," I stuttered. "Stay as long as you want," I added.

His lips turned into a smile as he set his glass back down. "If you're always like this I may never want to leave," he retorted, finishing off the last of his sandwich. 

I stood up shakily from my chair. "I'll take your plate," I offered. He handed it to me, not taking his eyes away from mine. I quickly shoved them in the sink, turning on the water. I scrubbed at the rim with a sponge, hoping that it would take my mind away from Dylan. 

"You don't have to scrub so hard. There's not even any food stuck on the plates," Dylan suddenly pointed out from over my shoulder. 

I dropped the plate with a loud smash. "Fuck," I muttered. I picked it back up, seeing that there was now a large chip taken out of the side. "You scared me," I explained, not looking back at him. 

I felt as his presence still lingered, getting closer. "Why are you so jumpy?" he asked with a chuckle, his body almost touching mine. It was more nerve racking having him be so close but no connection. 

I pressed my body to the counter, throwing the sponge to the side. I snatched a towel nearby and wiped my hands. "I just have a lot on my mind," I replied. 

He grabbed my hand suddenly and pulled me to face him. "Well let's go do something then," he accepted without me to tell him otherwise. And just like that we were out the door. 

NOTE: Sorry for the shortish chapter. I'm really trying to make them longer, it's just hard for me to write a lot these days. I have a lot of school work :c LOVE YOU ALL THANKS FOR almost 2k reads I think? I'm really proud of this story and I hope y'all will stick around for it xx