MR.O'BRIEN ↠ dylan o'brien

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"Oh, Arabella! Why don't you invite Dylan?" Biana asks, taking a seat next to me on the couch.

"Dylan? Why?" I chuckled, taking a glance at my friend.

"Well, we all know about him now. Why not fully let us know him? I mean, we are going to stay in New York with him, at his house." She explains.

I shrug, "I mean, I guess so. I'll call him." I tell her. Audrey and Sarah we're here, interested in their own conversation. I pulled out my phone from my hoodie pocket, dialing Dylan's number.

"Hey, babe. What's up?" He asks through the phone.

"Hi, baby. I was wondering if you wanted to come over? I have a few of the girls here. I miss you." I pouted to myself. I glanced at Biana, and she rolled her eyes.

I give her a look, rolling my eyes as well. I heard Dylan chuckle through the other side. "You just saw me."

"So? I still miss you."

He sighed, "Alright. I'll be over in five." I smiled, "Yay! See you soon." I hung up shortly after that.

I looked to Biana, "Why did you roll your eyes?" I asked her.

Her face falls, but she quickly hid that. "I'm sorry," She chuckles, "I was looking at something stupid on my phone." She says, holding it up for me to see.

"Okay." I laugh, brushing it off.

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"Oh, Biana, don't you have that dresser you wanted to move? Dylan, do you mind helping her?" I asked.

Biana smirked, nodding her head. "Yeah, I just can't move it on my own, and Arabella is lazy, so..."

I chuckled, "I'm not lazy."

"Yeah, not a problem." Dylan says, standing up. Biana gets up as well, leading Dylan in her room.

"Biana's been acting... I don't know- weird." Audrey says.

I nodded my head. As much as I hate to admit it, she was acting strange. "I know. I don't get it."

"I wouldn't trust her with Dylan. No offense." Sarah cuts in, shaking her head.

"Why? Did she say something?" I asked.

Sarah shook her head, "No, I just have a weird feeling." I shrugged, pursing my lips. I stood up from the couch, walking into Biana's room. Her dresser was now moved across the room, as soon as I walked in she pushed Dylan on her bed and began to straddle him.

I scoffed loudly, "What the actual fuck?" I say loudly.

Biana immediately jumped off, backing away from my boyfriend. Dylan's eyes were wide, "I swear I didn't do anything." He said.

"It was him! Not me!" Biana said, cutting in.

"Shut up! Both of you." I rolled my eyes, clutching my head.

"God! I leave you alone for not even two minutes and you're already trying to jump my boyfriend. What the fuck, Biana?" I asked her.

Her face fell, hurt was evident on her face. "Me? You don't trust me?"

"How could I? You've been acting weird all week." I told her.

She scoffed, "Are you kidding? Well sorry I don't have good mental health. I'm fucking suicidal!" She screamed.

I scoffed again, "Don't you dare try to push that on me, Biana. You were just going after my boyfriend!" I screamed back.

"And? Why do you have to have him?" She asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows, my eyes widening. "Because, he's my boyfriend? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You never cared about me. Why am I always in the wrong?" She asked, crossing her arms into her chest.

"Stop making this about you! You just tried to get with my boyfriend, that's not cool!"

"What's not cool is the fact that you left us for this dude. I was just trying to see what's so great about him." She said.

I shook my head, "You're making no sense. Leave."

She looked at me, dropping her hands. "Leave? To where?"

"I don't fucking know, and I don't fucking care. Get out!" I screamed on the top of my lungs, my finger was pointed to the door.

"Get your stuff when I'm not here. I cant look at you." I said, lowering my voice.

"I hope you rot in hell, bitch." She mumbled to herself, brushing passed me.

I sighed, shaking my head. Dylan walked over to me, concern written all over his face. "I'm so sorry, I swe-"

I nodded my head, "Baby, I know." I told him.

He wrapped his arms around me, bringing me closer to him. "I would never do that." He whispered.