Elevate (Dylan O'brien)

night

Emma's POV

I walked over to Dylan, who had just walked to the side of the pond. His hands were in his pockets and he was kicking a rock. Yeah, something was definitely wrong.

"Did I do something?" I ask him, as I reach to hold his hand.

"No," he says, and with his other hand played with the hem of his shirt. "No, its not you. It's not anyone but myself."

"Dylan," I say, squeezing his hand tighter, "Let's go sit down."

When we sat down, he made this face that literally made my heart break. He just looked sad, or defeated.

"Dyl, I know we haven't known each other that long, but if somethings wrong, you can tell me. I don't like seeing you like this," I tell him, and I lean my head on his shoulder.

He didn't say anything. He just kind of stared. So, I didn't say anything. We just sat there in silence. It was peaceful though. I watched the ripples in the navy water, I watched the wind blow the flags in rhythmic patterns. Soon, I felt Dylan's hand pat my leg.

"Listen, Em, I'm sorry. I just overreacted. It's just... sometimes things don't always go the way you plan, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." I thought of missing Stephs party. "I know that, but I also know that sometimes they end up better than planned. And sometimes, things end up they way you want anyway, just not right away. Things just take time."

Dylan's POV

What's wrong? I was having second thoughts on kissing Emma. Yeah, I know, it seems like I'm making a big deal out of nothing, but it's not just that, trust me. Its all these different things adding up. Emma is pretty damn perfect, but the last time I was in a relationship, it didn't end too well.  And now I have a good friendship with Emma, and I don't want to ruin it by kissing her. But if I don't, I'll never hear the end of it from Elliot. It's all just going to my head.

"See, I knew I'd get something good out of you," I teased her and she laughed. "Alright, Miss Emma, its almost twelve now. Whats on the agenda?" 

"Uhm, I dunno. Let's just enjoy it here a little longer. I like it."

So, we sit on the bench together. Her head on my shoulder and her hand in my hand.

Before we knew it, it was 2:30. We spent the majority of the day walking around the city, and stopping every now and then to either take pictures or rest our feet.

Emma's POV

"Dyl, do you have a Snapchat?" I ask him, playing on my phone.

"Yeah. Its Dylan O'brien. Two n's in Dylan and in O'brien."

"Okie, I added you," I told him. I'm not sure why I wanted his Snapchat, but I use it a lot, so why not?

"How old are you again?" He looked over at me.

"Seventeen, and I'll be Eighteen in November."

It wasn't long after that that we were back at the hotel. Dylan went to get ready and talk to Elliot, and I freshened up a bit.

"Sooo, how was your date with Dylan??" Megan asked me, wiggling her perfectly shaped eyebrows.

"First of all, it was not a date, and second of all, never make the face again," I smirked.

"Whatever. So what did you do on this 'non-date'?"

"Eh, not much. We went out to breakfast, had a little snack for lunch, and, like, walked around." I told her.