Twitter ✿ Dylan O'Brien

The Destination

Today.

Today is the day, the day that I meet Dylan. Well, technically that's tomorrow in my time, but today in his time. Time zones are so confusing. Anyway, it doesn't matter whether it's today or tomorrow, it's soon and soon is good enough for me. I packed about a week ago, I was that excited. All I had to do now was throw in a few toiletries and I was good to go.

I walked over to my dressing table and picked up the box containing the most beautiful dress to ever be handcrafted and produced by a person ever on this planet. As you can tell, I'm in love with that dress and it makes it even more special because Dylan bought it for me. That day played over and over in my mind, it felt as though it was years ago, but today is the day, well sort of. I am still yet to know why I need to bring the dress, or why I even need the dress in the first place. I'm sure there's someone more beautiful than me that deserves to wear that dress more than me.

I places the dress in my suitcase, closed it and tried to zip it up. I sat on it, but my weight wasn't doing anything to it. I proceeded to smack my suitcase violently, with a lot of passion until I could zip it up. Acacia vs suitcase round one. Acacia wins.

I threw on a pair of leggings and a hoodie and shoved my hair up into a messy bun. This is how Dylan is going to see me for the first time in person. What the actual fuck. I look a mess, but this is me in my most natural state and that plane ride is 10 hours long if quite like to be comfortable.

A million thoughts flow through my mind, doubts and hopes, each one more extravagant than the other. What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm not who he expected? What if he completely hates me? I hate overthinking, but I really can't help it, it's just what I do.

Acacia vs suitcase. Round two.

Now I had to get my suitcase down the stairs. Well fuck me. The suitcase bumped down every step until it gained too much momentum and started to move faster than I was moving. It catapulted itself down the stairs knocking me on the way down. Suitcase wins. Acacia one, suitcase one.

It took me about half an hour to drive to the airport, I checked in my bag and made my way through security. About an hour passed by and I browsed the shop and got some breakfast. It was finally time to board my plane.

I put my headphones in my ears, and had my music blasting to pass the next 10 hours. I really couldn't wait, I was nervous but I couldn't wait. I shifted about in my seat with excitement. These next ten hours couldn't got by quick enough.

My ticket says my destination is California, and in a way it is, but to me my destination was Dylan because nothing else mattered. The sun, the sand, the sea and California didn't matter, all that mattered was Dylan. I was finally going to see him. Butterflies danced in my stomach. This is it.

It was time.

A/N AYYYYY GUYS IM BACK. I'm so so sorry it has been over a year since an actual update, but I just really missed writing so I decided to write something. I'm sorry it's not the best, so forgive me.
Love, Kaitlyn.