Emma's POV
We landed around one and it was hot as hell. I immediately took off my hoodie so I was wearing a tank top and shorts.... then I texted Dylan.
Half the plane ride was spent with Megan obsessing over what Dylan had said.
The other half was spent sleeping.
Once we were home, I threw all my clothes into my hamper and flopped onto my bed.
Two hours later I woke up to a text from Dylan. Just seeing his name on my phone made me smile. He asked how the flight was and I told him I slept most of the time.
The rest of my day was spent watching Netflix, eating Captain Crunch, and reading... until all of the texts started coming in.
The first one was from Steph of course.
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HOLY SHIT EMMA!?!!?! DYLAN OBRIEN?????
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The rest were pretty much the same. Word travels fast. Some girls sent me links to articles and some sent me photos of Dylan and I... some that I had no idea were taken.
It was around 3pm when Megan finally barged into my room, holding her phone in front of my face.
It was a picture of Dylan and I in the airport... kissing. I wasn't too surprised; it was probably taken by a fan of his who spotted us. Megan asked was surprised. Surprised that someone took it and that I wasn't more shocked.
After texting back and forth with Dylan for about an hour, my phone started ringing. No one was calling me though.
Dylan wanted to FaceTime. Laying in my bed under my fluffy, white comforter, I stared at my screen. It was almost five, and I was already in my pajamas. I was wearing a big t shirt and spandex, my hair in a sloppy braid. I was a mess, but of course I answered.
Not much happened at first. He said hey, I said hey back, and it went back and forth from there. It wasn't boring, though. Everything he said made me smile, and every time he said my name I blushed. After an hour of giggles and small talk, we decided to say good bye.
"I miss you already..." Dylan said, his smile fading. I gave him a sympathetic smile. I knew exactly how he felt. It felt like there was a hole in my chest, empty from leaving him, but every time I looked at him or talked to him it filled up a bit more.
"I miss you too. I'll see you soon, I promise," I said, attempting to raise his spirits. One last smile, and he was gone. Back in Boston, instead of next to me.
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Elevate (Dylan O'brien)
Fanfiction17 year old Emma's best friend, Steph, is throwing the biggest party of the year, and Emma can't wait to go. But then plans change and Emma is forced to go to Boston for the Fourth of July, and it turns out better than she hoped it would.
