Fame. [Dylan O'Brien]

The End of 8th

Ok so I have many ideas for future chapters but I can't use them without writing before and Ijdbddbb

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Im so bored I think I'm going to lose it. Here I am sitting on my bed in the blazing heat doing nothing. Im just going to call Dylan, that's what I usually do anyways. I pick up the phone and Dylan picks up right away.

"Hey what's up?" he asks through the receiver.

"I'm bored." I state, blankly.

"Do you want to come over?" he asks.

"Well since you asked so nicely of course." I respond.

"Haha ok see you soon." The call ends there. This is the part where I get up and put proper clothes on. Ugh. Getting up. I finally get myself up and get ready. Soon enough I am headed out the door.

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"Hey," I say as Dylan sits on his bed throwing a baseball up and down. This boy is I love with baseball. He watches every Mets game and reads every article in the off-season. ( A/N: im sorry I hate myself ok djdhh)

"Hi." He boringly replies. Ugh, time to make things happy.

"Get up or I'll make you get up." I respond a bit sassy.

"Noooo." I see how it is. I jump on the bed and scream,

"GET UP GET UP" Over and over.

"AHA NO HAHA JANIE STOP" I hear Dylan laugh. I always loved his laugh, and his smile. Wait what am I saying its Dylan.

"GETTT UPPP!" This better work.

"UGHH WHYY THERE is no reason to!" he states as he lowers his voice. I sit down and kinda lean on him

"Because we are doing something fun today." I explain. He groans.

"Can you help me up." he says and reaches his arms up so I will pull him out of bed. I stand up and he just pulls me down. ow.

"Why did you do that?" I ask. He always does that! I have to learn to not trust him when he says 'help me up'.

"Because I asked you to stop nicely and you didn't." he simply states. Ugh I hate this boy.

"I hate you." I jokingly state while pushing him playfully.

"Shut the hell up." He pushes me but harder this time. Oh it's on. We end up going on for a few minutes until I feel a sudden pain in my shoulder and I am lying on the floor next to Dylan, laughing our asses off.

"Okay that was your fault." I manage to get out over my laughter.

"Fine, fine that was my fault." Dylan states, still laughing. Then something odd happened. We just kind of looked at each other. Didn't say anything or move a muscle.

"..So" I manage to get out. The awkward tension was so obvious, and my cheeks were probably brick red. Why?! Why is this so awkward?! Why is there tension it's just a Dylan, right?

"Here." he gets up lending me a hand. He was always so good and clearing awkward situations up. They have been taking place a lot lately.

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Here we are, bored again. Then, for the first time in forever, my phone rings and its not Dylan. I look at the caller ID. Mary Kate, I haven't talked to her in a while besides school. Dylan mouthed 'who is it'

'Mary Kate' I mouth back. Momentarily I walk to the the bathroom so I can take the call.

MJ: hello?

MK: hey Mary Jane how's it going?

This is awkward.

MJ: um good I guess what about you?

MK: well, I talked with the other girls, and, um, there is no good way to say this..

MJ: uh are you okay what's wrong?

MK: well I don't want to come off as a bitch, but I don't think we can be friends anymore. I love you but your always with Dylan and you never get to spend time with me, Casey, and Shelby. We don't want to be friends with someone who doesn't even try to be friends with us.

I'm sorry.

The line went dead.

I was speechless. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. Whats the point in keeping them in. Dylan has seen me cry before. I then hear a knock at the door.

"Hey Janie are you okay?" he asks softly from the other side of the door.

All I could manage to get out was a faint 'no', barley audible, yet loud enough for Dylan to hear but so quiet almost like a hushed whisper. I feel the salty tears roll down the sides of my face. I could barley think straight. I didn't even notice that Dylan entered the small, square, confined bathroom. and suddenly I felt as though it was hard to breathe. This only happens when I get into deep though about everything so horrible and bad about my surroundings that fear takes over my mind. The only people who know about this are my mother and Dylan. There the only people who need to know. The only people who have ever experienced me in this state of mind. Where I would get the feeling of no air and sudden heat. I can't describe it. It feels as though I'm in a bubble under water and every time I exhale it gets harder and harder to breathe and when this happens the bubble gets hotter and hotter and I feel so weak and it's so sweaty and hot and it makes me feel like I'm going insane.

I get so deep into thought that I was not aware I am now on Dylan's bed, while he is cradling me as I cry and cry. Then, my head slowly rises up and I look at Dylan, his face full of worry and caution. I finally slow down my crying and breathing that I'm am almost normal. Dylan then notices and asks,

"Do you think you can tell me why this happened or is it to soon?" he softly asks. He is so protective and caring.

"Um.. My friends, well used to be friends.. I..they." I could only get out until my head is buried in Dylan's shoulder.

"Hey it's okay you still have me. I will never leave you, I promise." He kisses my forehead and smiles at me. I am so lucky to have him in my life.

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I stayed up until 10:30 doing this and I didn't even do my homework. ohwell. BUT I put a lot of time into this chapter an I am so happy to give it to you. Also I plan out many ideas for this story so I can't wait to write them!Tell me what you think about the chapter. Vote and comment I would appreciate it very much!