Stray // a Dylan O'Brien oneshot

Scarlett found herself staring for the fifth time that night at the empty field. It had been a shimmering round shape over the dark curtain that they call the night sky. But what she couldn't keep her eyes from was the figure laying next to her, content and rested.

She knew Dylan since they were fumbling toddlers, and has ever since been best friends. Things shifted a bit when his career of acting grew, but he'd always make time for her; taking it as far as bringing her to the set of Teen Wolf daily.

She knew that this day would come, unsure of accurate timing, but nevertheless it was coming. Scarlett ran away from her home, her parents, and her childhood, for that she can no longer bare feeling like a disappointment everytime her parents look at her.

It's not her fault she wasn't born with dad's blonde hair or mom's silver eyes like her sister, Charlene. It's not her fault she prefers reading over shopping. It's not her fault she bought a '67 Chevy Impala because of her obsession over Supernatural. It's not her fault she likes horror fantasy and not romantic comedy. And it's certainly not her fault that she refuses to stop hanging out with Dylan when her mom forced it upon her.

So she chose the easy road.

Or, the hard one, depends on how you see it.

Somehow it ended up in a grass field far from the city with Dylan, who offered to take her with him to L.A. with him. His kindness never cease to amaze her and in the end, he somewhat demanded that she just let him a be a good friend.

Their bodies weren't touching, but she could feel his warmth on her shoulder. It wasn't long before she budged so their shoulders were touching, and Dylan curled his fingers between her hand, fidgeting with it subconsciously.

Scarlet looked over and smiled. She hums a familiar tune that Dylan's ears seemed to perk when caught the sound of it.

look at the stars

look how they shine for you

and everything you do

and they were all yellow

i came along

i wrote a song for you

and all the things you do

and it was called yellow

her soft voice seemed drown out with the wind, but Dylan smile, the tune that was sang to him a thousand time playing over again in his head.

"You sleepy?" He voiced out his concern

Scarlett shook her head and shrugged, "Nah, used to be reading at this time of the night"

Before silent can consume them again, Dylan spoke, "Scarlet, if the option was the table, and we're talking theoretically...would you go out with me?"

A low chuckle escaped her lips, "If you haven't noticed, we're already outside"

Dylan smiled but turned serious again, "You know what I meant..."

"I... I would hesitate, because what we have now is quite positively the only thing that kept me from slashing my wrist when I was back in Georgia" Scarlett replied after a second of hesitation, "But...yes? Would it be awkward if i say yes? You know I'm okay w-"

She couldn't finish that sentence before she felt his weight hovering above her and their mouths on each other. Her lips parted as he sinks into the kiss and Scarlett wonders if anyone's lips has fitted with hers like this.

She shifted to push herself up with her elbow as their tongues tangle against each other. Her other hand went around his neck and soon enough the other joined. Dylan grin against her mouth and cup her face with his hand. The kiss broke off eventually, but they held their position, foreheads touching and eyes staring into the other's soul.

They felt nothing but each other, like there were no grass, no sky, no world around them, because in that moment, they were strays and it felt like enough.