Parallels | Dylan O'Brien

27 - Teardrops of The Past

           

A/N: Trigger warning: Mentions of self-harm, starving, anorexia and suicide. Don't read this if you're easily triggered.

New York
-Lydia Moon-

After spending one whole morning in Dylan's arms and having breakfast with him and his family, I finally made my way back home. Holland is dusting off cupboards in the living room, determined to get every single bit of dust. My mother is working, and my stepdad is on a business trip and won't be back until next week. Thank God. I walk upstairs and plop down on my bed with my phone in hand. A message has just popped up on the screen, making me frown.

From Tyler Posey – Today 1:02pm
Can we talk??

I open the message and debate what to answer to him. He doesn't even like me, why would he want to talk to me? I take a deep breath and start typing up the message.

To Tyler Posey – Today 1:03pm
Yeah, sure! What's up?

I anticipate his answer, looking around the room as if I'd find the answer there. My mind goes a hundred miles an hour, trying to find the answer. It goes so fast and it's so preoccupied, that I don't realize he has answered my text until it buzzes for a second time.

From Tyler Posey – Today 1:05pm
I feel terrible about last night. I want you to know that I don't hate you. I'm not mad at you.

My eyebrows furrow at the message. I need to read it three times before I understand what he's saying. I'm not sure if I do know that. Ever since I barged in during the rehearsal that one day, he's been snarky towards me and he's given me so many dirty looks that I'm not even sure if I'm alive anymore. How am I supposed to believe now that he doesn't hate me? Guess I don't have a choice than to believe him. I don't want to fight him.

To Tyler Posey – Today 1:07pm
It's okay, Posey! I know you don't hate me :)

I turn on the tv in my room to try and preoccupy my brain whilst I wait for his answer. Teen Wolf is on, but it feels odd to not see Dylan and Tyler as Stiles and Scott. So, I switch channels, and stay on a music channel. I settle against the headboard of my bed with my phone in hand and start scrolling through twitter until my phone buzzes.

From Tyler Posey – Today 1:10pm
Can you Facetime me?

I furrow my eyebrows, put tap the contact and then the Facetime icon. The screen changes, showing my own face for a while until Tyler picks up. His genuine, puppy smile lights up the whole screen. I wonder what he wants.
"Hey!" he says excitedly.
"Hi!" I say back, trying my hardest to be excited.
"I know you probably think this is weird, but I kind of want to know you a little better. Maybe that way I can get my friendship with Dylan back," he says, and it kind of makes sense.
"You could also try and talk to Dylan?" I try, but a smile is apparent on my face so he knows I'm half joking. Tyler chuckles.
"Yeah, but this might show that I'm putting in a little more effort to try and get it back," he says, and I nod. That does make a little sense. But it's still weird. "You seem like a really cool girl, Lydia. Super strong, and confident. You're like the epitome of woman superheroes," I laugh a little louder this time. That's a good one. "I mean it, Lydia. You're so cool and so strong. If Marvel ever made a movie about you, I would totally watch it!" He's adorable.
"It's all an act," I tell him. I don't know why I suddenly feel the need to tell him this much.
"What do you mean it's all an act? There's no way someone as confident as you, pretends to be that," I raise my eyebrow at him on the screen before taking a deep breath. I want to tell him. I have the urge to tell him. So, I do. I tell him everything.