Broken//Dylan O'Brien

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Dylan

When I went to Azalea's earlier I never thought it would actually go that well.

Like to kiss her again, that was heaven.

And it just makes me want to fix this whole thing with her.

In the last 3 months I had not spoken to Britt once. I kind of feel bad. It wasn't her fault that we woke up in the same bed. I'm thinking that maybe if I fix this with Azalea then maybe Britt and her can be friends again, because I would hate to ruin a friendships.

Speaking of friendships, I need to have Tyler help me on what I should do to convince Azalea that I will literally do anything for her.

"You could like jump off a bridge and I could tell her that you loved her." Tyler and his options were not even cool.

I just looked at him like: REALLY??

"Okay, so that's a no go. I have been trying to help you for like the last 45 minutes. Sorry if I don't want to help you hook up with my baby sister. Like especially since you told me that you kissed her and that it was great. Like BROOOO? That is my little sister, I. Do. Not. Care."

I smiled at him.

"Does someone need a snickers. Your not yourself when your hungry"
I happened to actually have one of those fun size ones, and I threw it at him.

"And he has jokes. You can go home like anytime." Tyler said

Then Seana walked in.

"Babe, stop being mean to your best friend. And Dylan if you really want to win her back its gonna be all on you. You know Azalea better than any of us. She has probably spent more time with you than Tyler and myself combined."

She then took and seat on Tyler's lap and took his snickers.

"BAAABBBEE!" He was whining.

"I think it's time for someones bedtime." I said in a baby voice to Tyler.

He threw a sofa pillow he was using at me while I getting up off the couch.

I threw my hands up in the air.

"Okay. Okay! I am leaving." I said

A few hours later I was outside Azalea's window with a boom box , that I found way deep in the back of my closet, on the top of my shoulders singing the song that was playing.

About 6 months back she told me that she has a huge love for everything 1980's.

About 80 seconds after I started singing did is see Azalea open her curtain.

Once she realize that it was me singing outside of her window she quickly moved away from the window.

About 39 seconds later she was in front of me in her pajamas.

She was in a tank top and pajama bottoms.
She must have been cold. I quickly took my hoodie off and gave it to her.

She put it on.

"Dylan?? What in the world are you doing here?" She asked me

I could not tell if she was angry with me or not.

"Umm, well I'm working on my plan of action. I guess from the look on your face, you are not all that impressed." I said to her, then I began backing up a bit.

She then had a confused look on her face.

I swear I did not understand women, even in the slightest sense.

I continued to back away from her.

"Dylan? Where are you going?" She asked me.

"I just assumed that you didn't like what doing." I told her.

She walked up closer to me.

"I loved it." She said

I then kissed her on the cheek.

30 minutes later, I convinced Azalea to let me take her out to grab some food. I knew this small little fast food place not far from her house, and that's where we currently at.

I was kind of just watching her, she was eating her fries. And then she caught me looking at her.

"What?" She asked with a laugh in her voice.

"Your so beautiful, and I really like the dark hair. It suits you." I told her.

I honestly did love it.

She seemed so real.

Not that she wasn't real before, just something about how she looked made me want to kiss her for hours, but I had a feeling that she would deny me of that.

"Thank you, I suppose." She said looking down.

I could have swore that her cheeks had gotten redder.

I liked that I could make her blush, I loved it.

"Let me take you out somewhere tomorrow afternoon?" I asked her.

She begin to look down again.

"I don't know." She said.

She sounded so very sad when she said it, it made me want to make everything better for her.

"Tomorrow is my mom's birthday, the first one that I won't be there to make her smile. And I just don't know how I am going to be. And I don't wanna be upset when I'm around you. You tend to want to fix everything for me, and then when you can't you get frustrated with me." She said

In that moment I knew that she knew what made me call Britt over those months ago..because I was upset that I didn't know how to fix her.

But that's where I was wrong. She never needed fixing, she just needed me.

"No." I said

Then I grabbed her hand that she had laying so gracefully on the table.

"I was wrong. I don't need to fix anything for you. You are plenty capable of fixing everything all on your own, you taught me that. And well you are going to remember that day that god took her away. But you know what. I am going to always remember that day that he graced me with your presence, and I am so damn thankful for that, that you are even sitting right here with me. So what do you say, let me take you out. Not a date, just two friends getting together. I promise it will be perfect, because you are." I told her.

Then she smiled at me, the one that always makes me weak in the knees.

"You know what, Dylan O'Brien. You are one lucky bastard that you are good with your words." She told.

The rest of the night, I couldn't help but have a smile on my face.

Because simply.

I was going to be going out with Azalea Winters.

The girl who held my heart on her sleeve.

And she didn't even know it.