That Golden Boy (a Dylan O'Brien Fanficton)

-Shay's POV-

If only I could tell someone how difficult my life once was. At least the screaming, yelling and all the fights have ended and my broken heart is finally starting to heal.

I live in two houses technically, about 30 minutes from each other. I'm with my mother most of the time. My parents are going through a painful divorce. Honestly, it doesn't bother me anymore now that I've thought about it. Its better for my family; no stress, no more crying, no more sleepless nights.

You can say I have a good group of friends. I have Mia, a popular girl that always talks about her newest Louis Vuitton bag. It gets really irritating, but I love her to death! I really don't know where she finds the money for high end stuff like that, and Grace, the gorgeous athletic one that says sports is "her life." But they're all I ever really had and we have never fought which is quite suprising.

But for some reason I can't tell them anything. One of them will open their mouth and tell everyone my past. I will tell Grace and Mia everything when my parents are officially divorced.

-New Text From Mia-

Mia- u should soo come over

Shay- remember we have that essay for english due like 2morro?

Mia- we can do it together now get ur little ass over here :D

Shay- sure be there in 10 mins

Mia and Grace live so close to me which is so convenient because I dont have a car, I'm only a sophomore. I can walk or ride my bike to their crash pad any time I want to.

I left my messy but comfy room and grabbed my house keys, my back pack, and locked my front door.

The condominium near my house took there "For Sale" sign down so someone must have moved there recently. I didn't really care so I kept walking. People walk in and out of my life that I'm just trying to stay neutral and unninvolved. I kept slowly walking but I couldn't help to notice a kid my age walking out of the moving van and into that house with a large box, big enough for a refridgerator.

He was pretty handsome; a skinny, strong looking brunnette with brown eyes. "He probably goes to my school," I said to myself in a mumble. I stopped starring and started to parade to Mia's house.

I saw her waiting for me on her porch, where we always hang out. It's just a thing we have together. Watch all the cars pass and people walk on that busy road. It was our happy spot every since we started to be friends.

"SHAY!" Mia shrilled.

"MIA!" I screamed back. I saw her arms open wide for a hug so I swarmed in. "We should start working on this essay due tomorrow," I added.

"No let's do something else like talk and gossip like we usually do, no homework tonight."

"As much as I would love to see Mr. Tate have a fit, I can't! I didn't do the last essay so this is my chance to show him I'm responsible. If we don't start this essay I'll just have to call you later. Grades are important to me Mia," I accounted with a worried face.

"Alright I'm sorry I lied. How about texting me the essay when your done?" She joked.

"Not a chance," I said with a smile and started to cross the street. Mia laughed.

When I finished crossing the street I walked down the windy road and saw that kid again. This time, I got a better look at him, his face, his body. I tried not to look creepy looking at him and back every five seconds while passing his house. I was just investigating him, no biggy; I'm a girl I have an excuse... right?

"Hey excuse me? Do you think you can help me with a few boxes? My parents are getting old so they are making me do it, and I can't do it by myslef," he chuckled.

Oh my god, he talked to me. It's too bad that I'm the most awkward teenager ever.

"Um hey! I guess I can help you out," I said with an anxious and quiet tone. I grabbed a few boxes and one tv and I was on my way.

Before I left for home he came up to me and said, "Thanks for all your help... Sorry I didn't get your name?

"My name is Shaylee, I have a weird name and I don't like it," I laughed. " Just call me Shay. That's what everyone calls me," I smiled. "What's yours?"

"Dylan... O'Brien," he said.

What a cute name I thought. "I live on Ceder Hill Road, house number 109. I'll see you around."

I felt friendly so I waved and strutted down the street feeling all confident like I just impressed someone. But all I did was move a few boxes and say some words so why would I feel this way?

Maybe this could be the start of something. He is super cute and adorable and his face got all red when we talked. Hopefully I'll see him in school sometime. I didn't know this could happen to me.