Fame. [Dylan O'Brien]

8th Grade

A/N: Ok so I havent updated in a while and people are asking me to so here it is :)
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Oh 8th grade. Next year I
will be in high school, and I will not be ready for that. We are apparently supposed to be 'role models' to people in lower grades but let's get real here who cares.

"Mary Jane! Will you be ready soon? Dylan is going to be here to walk you to school!" my mother screamed across the house.

"Yea I will be down in a minute!" I reply as I throw on my shoes and make my way down the stairs.

"Eat up its your first day of being an eighth grader and I want to have enough time to take pictures." she rushes me, throwing a pop tart my way.

"Ugh you do this every year." I explain. I don't think she understands. Every year she tosses a pop tart my way and hurries me so we can take pictures. The new flavor of pop tart this year happens to be cinnamon.

"What do you mean?" she asks confused.

"You throw pop tarts at me and urge my to take pictures. AND in every picture I always have a pop tart in my hand and I have to eat it on the way to school."

"I have no idea what your talking about," she states the obvious.

"Because your getting old.." I mumble under my breath so she can't hear me.

"OH HE IS HERE!! COME ON WE NEED TO TAKE PICTURES!! HURRY UP COME ON MJ!" She screams and drags me out the door with half of toaster strudel in my mouth.

"O kae I stull have fod im my mouf." I mumble out trying my best to get the words out. Yet she still drags me out by the wrist throwing my backpack to me. I gulp down the pop tart in my mouth and wait for the *ching* of the camera, but see a worried look on my mothers face.

"oh shit." she whispers, "Where's the camera it was here a second ago!"

"Always overreacting about the smallest things.." I whisper to Dylan.

"Haha and you actually have time to finish your pop tart." he states, giving me an idea.

"I will be right back I think it's on the counter." my mother says in a rush. This also leads me to my bright idea.

"You know what else we have time for.." I say to Dylan with a smirk on my face. He just stands there, oh so confused. "We run for it!" I scream as I grab Dylan's arm and sprint as fast as I could with the 10 pounds of books in my bag.

"MARY JANE GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" haha can't catch me now.

When we finally come to a stop we start to laugh.

"We should have done that years ago." Dylan states. Oh man we should have. The fact of us running away wasn't even funny, but just imagining the look on my mothers face was hilarious! Then out of no where..

*hiccup* oh no.

"Oh haha you have the hiccups!" Dylan states the obvious.

"No shit Sherlock." I say a bit grumpily.

"Ok I know it's not as funny as I'm making it seem but you have be weirdest hiccups." he explains. What in gods name is he talking about.

"What do you mean I have the weir-*hiccup* dest hiccups?!" I ask frantically. now I feel self conscious about my own hiccups.

"Well I mean when you hiccup you have this weird -uh- sound after it." He states. Wait when did this happen? I give him a confused look.

"Ok.. just wait for it." he suggests.
-hiccup- oh my god I hear it. its a little -uh- after the actual hiccup.

"Wait when did you notice this!?"

"Sometime in like sixth grade, I don't remember."

"WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT MY HICCUPS SOUND SO STUPID!?"

He bursts out laughing.

"Well it never came up." Are you fucking kidding me.

"-hiccup- ok well the school is right there so let's get there on time, but I hiccup all of the time in public and you never bothered to tell me that I am embarrassing myself in front of everybody?"

"Well it's not that bad.." he trails off.

"Oh whatever lets just get to class." I suggest. At least the hiccups are gone.

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"Mom I'm home!" I yell. Today was a long day.

"Oh. Hi." she practically ignores me. Oh she is pissed.

"So how did your picture come out?" I asked her, purposely ticking her off.

"Would you like to see it?" She suggests.

"Oh that would be very much appreciated!!" I say sarcastically.

"She brings her camera up to my face. I look to see me and Dylan running away. It kinda looks like we are holding hands. Okay moving on.

"That is Christmas card worthy." I say sarcastically.

"You know what? I have given up on trying so hard every year taking. These picture lets just make it so you are walking away. There. That's when I will snap the picture and it will be over with." she said blankly.

"You know what mom I think you are finally starting to get me." I tap her on the shoulder and walk up to my room. My phone starts to ring.

"Hello?" I ask into the receiver.

Dylan: hey it's me

Mary Jane: oh hey what's up?

Dylan: do you want to come over just to hang out?

Mary Jane: yea sure I'll be right over.
*beep* the call dies.

"MOM I'M GOING TO DYLAN'S BE BACK SOON!" I yell and walk out the door. By now that's all I needed to say.

I arrive at Dylan's and I just walk in because I have known him for so long his parents don't even care.

"Hey," he greets me.

"Hey. So what are we doing today?" I ask.

" I don't know lets just go to the tree house and do something there shall we?" is suggests.

"Lets go!" I say.
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Ok I feel like this chapter was suckish. Oh well what can you do about it.