Magnets ➳ Dylan O'Brien

forty-three ; story time

➥ forty-three ; story time

         She felt ready, no, she was ready. Emmy Concepcion was two hundred fifty six percent ready for this moment. Not long ago she would've panicked, been so frazzled by facing such a question. But no. She wanted it more than anything. She was ready to commit to one person for a lifetime and beyond.

       Her hands were shaking as they gripped the tall glass of strawberry lemonade, a beam of sweat protruded from her forehead. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, forcing her to take deep slow breathes.

     Dylan had left to the bathroom but Emmy felt she knew better. Shelley and Arden had informed her of the old trick. Go to the bathroom but actually ask the waiter to put the ring on a breadstick. Classic ruse.

        By this time Emmy assumed Dylan must've been caught up with a fan or maybe an uncooperative waiter. He was taking ages to fake pee.

     Soon enough, she spotted him emerge from a corner, pretending to wipe his hands on his jeans.

"The bathroom didn't have any hand paper! I was shaking my hands like a mad man!" Dylan chuckled taking a seat.

     Emmy smiled.

"Em-" Dylan took her hands in his softly. "You look beautiful... and I don't just mean tonight, I mean every single day of your existence."

     Emmy blushed hard.

    "And I want you to know that I love you."

The waiter came into view holding a basket of breadsticks. Having trouble containing her growing excitement, the already wide grin on Emmy's face grew wider.

       "I mean it's like just yesterday, I was convincing Tyler to pretend he wanted a group pic-"

"Sir, your breadsticks."

"Thank you very much, man."

      Emmy waved her hand to signal for him to continue.

"I just want you to know how special you are to me-"

        Dylan looked ecstatic while Emmy glared at the breadsticks. Why couldn't she see the ring?

"Keep going.."

"I just-." His stomach grumbled loudly, interrupting his train of thought. "You know what lets just eat first. I'm starved, Em."

      The dark haired girl could scream. It was the feeling of watching a horror film as the camera neared the door at which you knew something bad was behind just for the channel to cut to commercials.

        Her fists balled until red and she bit her lip impatiently, tasting the faint flavor of blood. Resisting the urge to throw the breadsticks off the table, Emmy began on her first breadstick with Dylan on his fifth.

       What the hell, was all Emmy could bother to think. The breadsticks were nearing the bottom and she couldn't help but hold onto hope she'd discover something shiny.

         The last one.

        Dylan smiled like a toddler eyeing candy. "Take the last one Em."

       This is it. Slowly, cinematically, she reached for the piece of food separating her from being a girlfriend and a fiancée.

No.

"Do you like it?"

No.

"The saleswomen at the store said it was one of a kind."

No.

"The look on your face is just priceless Emmy! Priceless!"

No.

"Em? Are you okay? You haven't said a word-"

It's a necklace.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
woahhhh there writers block hit me hard this summer but I'm back bitches and I intend to finish this story around a hundred chapters. this chapter sucked but I hope it was alright? lol look out for updates:))