Parallels | Dylan O'Brien

25 - No'Brosey

New York
-Dylan O'Brien-

Lydia and Julia are spending a little time together. They're on the couch, chatting and reading about what Parallel Dylan and Lydia were up to. They even got the laptop out to search some things about the multiverse. I look at Lydia for a moment. She's so gorgeous. I can't phantom how much I love this girl. I love everything about her. Her hair, her face, her lips. The way her eyes light up when she's talking, or the way her eyebrows raise when she's annoyed or trying to prove something. I love her ass, and her stomach, her hands and her shoulders, and I love her neck and the way she moans when I kiss her skin right there. But most of all, I love how she's so careless, yet so careful. The way she's considerate with everyone's feelings and wants the best for everyone. How she's so sweet, and selfless. Something the other Lydia wouldn't define to. I love her. More than anyone. More than I could ever love anyone else. I'm sad she has to leave, but I can't keep her to myself, that would be selfish. I hear Posey say something beside me, but I can't hear it as my thoughts are so loud.
"Mmh, what?" I ask, shaking myself awake from the cloud I was just on.
"Stop staring at her. We need to practice," I frown a little.
"Practice? Arden isn't here? We can't practice without her," Tyler raises his eyebrow at me. Ah, he just wants me to himself, rather than hang out with my girlfriend and my sister. He wants some bro-time. Some one-on-one O'Brosey time. "Oh, yeah. Let's go practice," I nod, agreeing to his wish. But before I follow him to the basement, I quickly walk over to Lydia and kiss her on the lips.
"We're going downstairs to jam a bit," I tell her and kiss her again.
"Okay, don't be to long," she tells me, but already focuses on the magazine again. I can tell she misses it. Her universe and the people in it. The people she used to know. Her parents, who are so much better to her there, her friends, her uncle Rich who's actually alive in that universe. I sigh and kiss her on the forehead before heading downstairs with Posey. She has to go back to her universe. Even if that means I won't be able to see her again, or kiss her again, or hold her ever again. She has to be safe from her stepdad.
"Penny for your thoughts," Tyler says as he sits down on the sofa whilst taking his guitar on his lap. His fingers softly caress the strings, a melodic sound coming out of it.
"I'm thinking that we need to get her back. She misses the other universe and the friends she had there. Her uncle, her parents. They're actually nice to her there, even if she didn't see them very often," I tell him honestly and he stops strumming his guitar to look up at me. An annoyed look paints his face. I wish I hadn't said anything.
"Can we not talk about her for like, five minutes, please?" Tyler asks, making me sigh. I don't want to fight with him. Not over Lydia.
"Yeah, okay, fine," I say and walk towards my drumkit, "Let's play some songs then," I sit down on the stool and grab my drumsticks. Tyler smirks and nods.
"Dear Maria, Count Me In," he simply says, and I know exactly what he means, so I hit my sticks together and count down before we start playing the song. It's fun doing this with just the two of us. We've never done anything like this before. We never sang without Arden. But it works. It works fine.

Three songs in and Lydia and Julia both come downstairs. I stop playing the drums and get up from my stool. Tyler looks up at me, confused, and getting more annoyed with the second. I walk up to Lydia and kiss her on the cheeks.
"Go on! Play some more songs!" she urges us, but I have other things on my mind. I'd rather do something else. Something I won't be able to do in one week's time.
"Nah, we're done," I tell her with a smile. Her eyes dart over to someone behind me, and I know exactly who it is.
"No, we're done," the voice behind me sounds. It sounds sad and annoyed at the same time. I turn around and watch Tyler get up from the couch and put his guitar down before moving towards the stairs. It pains me to see him like this.
"Posey!" I shout behind him, but he ignores me.
"Go! Talk to him," Lydia commands sweetly and pushes me softly towards the stairs. In three large steps, I walk the flight of stairs, skipping most of them. I need to be quick. Other wise he'll be out before I'll be able to get to him.
"Posey, wait!" I shout and make him stop in his tracks.
"No, Dylan, I get it. You want to spend time with Lydia. I understand, I'm just someone who's been there when that girl didn't even know your name. I've been there through the heartbreaks whenever you gave it a shot and tried talking to her. I've been there every time she ignored you, and I'll be here when that Lydia gets back. But in the meantime, I mean nothing to you," his voice is low, sadness thickening with the second.
"That's not true, Tyler," I say, trying my hardest to keep myself together. My eyes scan his face, trying to figure out his next move. Tyler is hard to read, it's hard to know what else he's going to do or say. He sighs.
"It is, Dylan. Every time she walks in the room when we hang out, you forget I'm there. You stop rehearsals when she comes over. I don't remember the last time we hung out together, just the two of us. But I'm sure it was about a month ago, before Lydia noticed you. Before she completely won you over and loved you up." His voice booms across the room. He's angry. Really angry. And he has a point. I did let him down with rehearsals and hang-outs.
"Why can't you just let me have this for one more week? Lydia will be gone next week, and then she'll go back to ignoring me and friend-zoning me. Just give me this one week to feel good about myself. I was nothing before she came, Tyler. I was just another loser who tried to become something, but completely failed. But with her, oh, Posey, with her, I feel like I'm on top of the world. I feel like I'm someone," my voice raises with every word I say, making the glasses on the table clatter. I feel terrible for yelling at Tyler, but I can't help it.
"You were someone to me, Dylan. You were my best friend," his voice is a lot softer, more fragile. He sounds like he's about to break. Like I've broken him. I want to say something else, but I don't know what, so I shut up and watch him make his way out of the door. I can't believe my best friend just walked out of the door after a stupid fight over the girl I'd never think I'd fight for.
"Are you okay?" her soft voice sounds melodic in my ears, gluing all the broken pieces together again. I slowly turn around and look at the beautiful figure that is my favorite girl. I want to tell her that I'm fine, that everything is good, but I can't lie to her. I can't say anything to her. She walks up to me and wraps her arms around my neck, my head resting in the crook of her neck and my arms snaking around her waist.
"Everything is going to be fine, baby," she whispers in my ear as I just stay there, trying to calm down. Her fingers play around with my hair, soothing my heart and brain. I wish I could stay here forever. In her arms, and with her fingers in my hair. "He'll turn around," I sigh deeply as she says that. You see, I don't think he will. I don't think he ever will. I've lost my best friend and it's my own fault. Lydia lets go of me and looks into my eyes. "You're going to be fine, babe," she whispers again and I just nod, not knowing what else to tell her.
"Not next week," I then whisper, taking her hands in mine, "when you're gone, and Tyler is still mad at me," I explain further without wanting to. I want to shut up, and I should. Because if I don't shut up, she might get annoyed and I can't have that.
"That's why you should make up with Posey," her voice is quiet, almost heartbreaking.
"But what if he doesn't want to? What if he stays mad at me and I lose him forever?" she holds our linked hands up and kisses my knuckles.
"Then you should fight for his forgiveness. He's your best friend, Dylan. You've been through so much together. Through the auditions, through heartbreaks, and bounds of anxiety. You went to so many amazing parties and had so much fun together. If he lets go of all that so fast, he's not worth your friendship," she tells me, comforting me a little. I look into her eyes, trying to find that last bit of hope I needed. She might be right. I need to at least try. Tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow. And with that, Lydia and I cuddle up on the couch and watch some movies together until she falls asleep in my arms. I take her upstairs with me and lay her down on my bed before crawling in with her. And that's how I fall asleep, uncertain of my friendship with Tyler, but certain about saving it. Uncertain about Lydia leaving next week, but certain about my love for her.