TBS imagines

Dylan's party {Thomas}

Y/N'S P.O.V

Cold and wet. That's how I feel now that someone decided to interrupt my sleep by pouring a bucket of ice cold water on my face. I immediately open my eyes and turn when I hear a too familiar laughter.

"DYLAN!" I scream and try to hit the brunette boy. When he dodge, I jump out of my bed. Clearly he gets the message and runs out of the room, still laughing his ass off. "DYLAN, WHEN I GET YOU, I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET THAT YOU WERE BORN!" I run after him 'till I see him stop by the kitchen and look in the fridge. I then come to a halt and prepare my attack and some ways to kill Dylan. Can you be more stupid, Dyl? He stands there with his head in the fridge, looking for something to stuff his face with while humming Cheek To Cheek and quietly singing the few lyrics he knows.

Still humming, Dylan closes the fridge and shrugs before finding a bag of cheese Doritos. Healthy breakfast, O'Brien. Now is the right time to take action. I run forward and snatch the bag out of his hand. My soaked hair is making the bag wet already.

"Y/N, no need to do this. I surrender if you'll leave the Doritos." He pleads for the sake of his breakfast.

"Sorry, Dyl. You did this to me." I point at my shirt and hair that is soaked and adheres to my body. "I won't show mercy."

"Please, Y/N. You won't do this to your own brother." I snort and take one of his Doritos out of the bag. The cheese sent finds my nose as I bring the snack closer to my mouth. When it's in my mouth I chew slowly to mock my brother. Well, now I ruined my own plan of a healthy breakfast. I do it again. Now he'll see how cruel I can be when someone pours water on my face when I'm sleeping.

After eating all of his Doritos, we just lay on the couch, watching Netflix. I forced Dylan to watch The 100. He doesn't say no 'cause he already know what happens to his precious snacks if he doesn't watch it. Don't get me wrong, me and Dylan are actually really good friends. We only mock each other to get some fun. It's not personal and we both know. If it was, we would probably both be dead by now.

"I forgot to tell you something. I'm throwing a party here in..." He checks the time on the digital clock on his phone. "An hour and 41 minutes." Then the brunette starts laughing when my eyes widen and I jump off the couch and rush up the stairs to my room.

"Oh shit! I have to get ready!" I'm almost in my room when my brother starts yelling again.

"It's a costume party! You have an hour and 40 minutes to get a costume!" I really want to go and punch him so hard but I don't because I don't have time. Maybe I'll do it another day.

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As usual Kaya arrives as the first one because she only lives a couple of streets away. Something I just don't get is how Ki Hong and Will always arrives a minute after her. Seriously, Dylan started taking time the third time it happened. I greet the guests as they arrive in groups or alone. While talking to Dexter, Jacob and Kaya, my friend Thomas arrives while holding hands with his girlfriend Isabella who apparently wears the exact same cowgirl costume as me while Thomas is a cowboy. I think I know where they got matching costumes. Dylan wears a pink bunny costume which sh-. Nah, it doesn't shock me at all.

The party is actually going great though I wish it didn't take place. I had hoped to have a The 100 marathon with my brother, not hold a party. I do talk a lot with Alex and Nathalie who I don't know as well as the others but they're both sweethearts. Suddenly I get dragged away. It's okay, it's just Dylan or Ki Hong. As the person stops dragging me and lets go of my wrist, I turn around and stand face to face with K-. Isabella? What the hell does she want?

"Hi Y/N. I just wanted to say that it's a really good party." She says nicely. There usually is an angry or rude comment, or even a threat coming. "I'm gonna talk to some people so stay away from Thomas!" She snaps. There it was. Her words are taking me aback. I have never thought about Thomas that way. He is hot, there's no denying that, but he's with Isabella and we really good friends. "Don't think I never notice how you look at him!" She then flips her hair so it hits my face like a whip and leaves me to talk to Kat. That whiplash wasn't necessary. There is one thing that hits harder than her whip-hair, her words. How do I look at Thomas? If it's in a romantic way, Dylan would've done something. He's a little overprotective at times. All the time actually. No. I only sees him as a friend.

The party is almost over. Since my 'friendly' chat with Isabella, I've watched Thomas in the corner of my eyes. Right now I'm looking at Isabella who's talking to Dexter who looks a little disgusted. It's hilarious.

"There you are." I hear a voice behind me. The deep voice. The thick British accent. Thomas. Before I can reply, he turns me around and presses his lips against mine. I can't resist so I kiss back. Then I realize that he thinks I'm Isabella and pull away. I then look up at him.

"I believe you found the wrong cowgirl."

"I believe I didn't." Now I'm confused.

"What about Isabella?"

"I've wanted to break up for months."

"Well then-" he cuts me off by kissing me again.

In the end, Dylan's party isn't that bad

AN: This imagine is dedicated to Jay25211 🧡 happy birthday yesterday🎉