𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 [𝕕𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕠'𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟]

frenemies

[dylan o'brien]

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I have a frenemy. I use that term very loosely because at night we get all buddy buddy but during the day we fight like two cats. Like right now.

"Oh my god, Dylan that's not even grammatically correct!", I screamed at him

"It is if I say it is, honey", Dylan yelled back.

I stood up from the chair, that I was trying to bury myself in, and yelled:

"Nothing you say is even remotely smart, Like at all!!".

"Okay Luna", then he stopped talking.

I gasped, full of anger. I walked over to him and started to go and slap him but he blocked me and twisted my arm so that it was behind my back. I get his chest press against my back to keep me in place, so I lifted my foot up and kicked as hard as I could in a certain place.

Dylan dropped my arm and fell to his knees in pain, "Don't you ever do that again", I said.

"Yep, okay. Got it".

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Later tonight, he will ask me if I was actually mad. I'll say yes and turn away from him. He will turn over with me and wrap me in his arms. I'll resist but he won't let me go until I'm facing him.

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And that's exactly what happened.

"You made me mad, how did you expect me to react? Hugs? Tears of joy?", I asked him, rhetorically of course.

He sighed and finally released me, "Not like that".

It was my turn to sigh and turn back over.

"I'm going to sleep, night".

"Night... wait no! You do not get to go to sleep after what just happened."

"Why not? I'm not apologizing", I asked.

Dylan sighed again, "I didn't expect you to get that angry you know? And I'm sorry for saying that. You're not stupid".

I stayed silent.

"We have an interview tomorrow, get some sleep", I informed him, as if he didn't know.

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My assistant, Rose, was going around and confirming orders and things for me. Next to me, a makeup artist was doing my makeup for the interview that I had with the cast later today. I was wearing a white dress shirt tucked into black waist high dress pants with a black blazer over my shoulders. And black heels on my feet.

There was knocking on my trailer that snapped me out of my trance.

"Rose, could you get that?", I asked, turning down the music.

She nodded and went over to the door and opened it. Standing outside was Dylan, looking sheepish at how many girls were inside. One of the girls gave me a knowing look, to which we all started giggling.

"Hey", I said to Dylan.

"Sorry, for uh, barging in but I needed to talk to Luna for a second".

I nodded to Rose and she guided the rest of the girls out so Dylan and I could talk.

"So what's up?", I asked.

Dylan fidgeted with his hands, "I-I'm really sorry about yesterday, I really didn't mean it and I know you're tired of me apologizing already but I needed you to know that I am sorry".