Elevate (Dylan O'brien)

pool surprise

Dylan's POV

"Elliot, are you sure about this? I mean, I've literally said ten words to the girl, now this?" I question my friend.

"Trust me bro, you've gotta start big if you want this girl to like you," he trys to reassure me.

"yeah, but I don't even know if I like her," I explain.

"So here's your chance to find out!"

Emma's POV

It's just about 5pm when I hear footsteps outside the door and see a piece of paper slide under the door. I jump up, hoping its something from Dylan. I unfold it and it reads:

Emma,

meet me by the pool at 6pm exactly. No later.

-Dylan

My stomach is doing flips. Its like millions of butterflies have all been released at once inside my tummy. My palms are sweating and I feel a bit shaky. DYLAN O'BRIEN WANTS TO MEET ME LATER.

Why do I feel like this? I pretty much only know this guy from TV.. Do I like him? No thinking of that now- I have a little under 50 minutes to get ready.

Megan says she'll cover for me, so I don't need to worry about getting in trouble. The one pro of an annoying little sister.

I don't bother to change my clothes, but I do blow dry my hair, which takes a good 20 minutes. I touch up on my make up, brush my teeth very well, use the complementary mouthwash, and put on some lotion. I finish getting ready and before I know it, I have ten minutes left. I zip up my jacket, put on my lip balm, and walk down.

When I get in the elevator, I really get nervous.

What if this is a prank? Maybe he wants to tell me not to tell anyone where he is! All these thoughts play through my mind. Finally, the ding of the elevator snaps me out of it.

I slowly make my way to the pool because its only 5:56. I'm supposed to be there right at 6:00. After a lot of stalling, its 5:59, so I walk in the doors, shaky and so nervous I may faint.

When I walk outside I see Dylan sitting at a table, with two glasses, some sort of drink, and candles all around. My insides get all warm and bubbly and all I can do is smile.

He stands up and walks over to me.

"I hope this isn't too weird for you. I just wanted to get to know you better and I thought this would be fun." he sheepishly smiles.

"Dylan, this isn't weird, it's lovely." I go on my tiptoes to give him a hug. I'm so close to him I can feel his heart beat. His warm breath is against my neck and I'm getting lightheaded.

He pulls out my chair, and I sit down. After he sits, he pours us "sparkling grape juice" and we both laugh when he almost spills his.

"Okay," he starts "how about a round of 20 questions?!"

"Oh my god, I haven't played that game in forever!" I laugh.

"Then that's even better! I'll go first! Uhh, where are you from? Like where do you live?" he asks, then licks his lips.

"I live in Miami, and we're up here for the Fourth of July. How about you?"

"I was born in New Jersey, moved to New York, then to California. Okay.. what's your favorite fruit?" he asks, flicking one eyebrow up.

"Hmm.. kind of random, but I'd say Strawberries," I answer.

"Yeah, this is Elliot. We've been friends for a long time," Dylan says with an exasperated look, then winks when his friend peeks into the room, and makes himself noticeable.

"So, Dylan. This is the girl with the 'killer ass'?" Elliot says, clearly trying to embarrass Dylan, who looks about as red as the strawberries. Awkward.

I bite my lip, trying not to smile. It's not working. Dylan either feels really bad or super embarrassed so I reach under the table and rub his leg, just to let him know its fine.

Dylan's POV

I'll worry about killing Elliot later. What's important now is that Emma just touched my leg under the table. What does that mean? Was she comforting me? Telling me it was okay? Or was she trying to turn me on, because let me tell you...

"Elliot. Go. Now." I told him, and he left. I burried my face in my hands.

"Let's just pretend none of that happened." she suggested.

We spent the next little while continuing out game.

"Well, I have to leave by 8:oo, so we've got like 30 minutes." Emma tells me.

"Oh alright. So, do you have a phone?" I ask. Even though we know each other more now, I'm still nervous. What if she rejects me?

"Yeah, lemme put my number in." she smiles, and I hand her my phone.

We exchange numbers, talk some more, then I walk her back to her room.

"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" I say, praying to god she says yes.

"Yeah, uh, I usually wake up around six to jog, and I'm usually back by seven, so I'll probably see you after that," she nods.

"Cool, so I'll see you then," I say. Should I hug her? Kiss her? No. Too far. Just walk away? No, too rude. Before I know what to do, she's on her tiptoes and she kisses me on the cheek. My smile just grows.

"Night, Dylan." and she walks inside.

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