dylan o'brien imagines

dave hodgman | slow

I was currently at a party, fairly intoxicated, dancing when I suddenly bumped into someone behind me. "Oh my bad." I laughed and turned around. That's when I was met with the face of my ex, Dave.

We dated for a year and just ended it about 2 months ago. I felt a swirl of emotions go through me but because I was so drunk I wasn't stressed about the whole situation.

"Dave! How have you been?" "G-good. You?" He said scratching the back of his neck. "Great." I said almost tripping over myself. "Are you okay?" He asked concerned. "Oh yeah just a little drunk." I laughed. "How much have you had to drink?" "Only like 7 shots." I giggled. "You should get home." He suggested. "No no I'm f-" I was cut off by someone bumping into me lightly and me almost tumbling over. "Yeah I'm taking you home. Come on." He grabbed my wrist and led me out the house.

I kinda wanted to go home so I didn't really argue. He led me to his car and opened the door for me. I got in and he attempted to buckle me in but I stopped him. "I can do it myself." I said harshly. He held up his hands in defense. "Be my guest." I struggled a little but once I got it, I sent Dave a cocky smile.

We were now driving and it had been silent for a few minutes. "You didn't have to take me home you know?" I said looking over at him. "I know." He said keeping his eyes on the road. "You're not my boyfriend anymore." I looked away and out the window. "I know." Dave said looking over to me shortly and then back at the road. "I just want to make sure you get home okay." "Why do you care?" I retorted. "Because I still care about you Y/N. Even if it's not in that way anymore." He said the last part a little softer.

I looked over at him, and stared a little longer than before. It hurt to even look at him. It especially hurt hearing him say that, considering I was not over him.

"Pull over here." I demanded. "Wha-" "Just do it." He did as I asked and I unbuckled and got out of the car.

"Y/N what are you doing?" Dave stepped out the car and watched me stubble down the street. "Walking home." He rolled his eyes. "Wha-why? Just get back in the car." He said gesturing to the car. "No I can get home on my own." I said still walking down the street. He walked after me. "Y/N just get in the damn car!" He yelled. "No!" "Do you even know what street your on?!" "I don't care!" I turned around to him. We were a little ways away from each other. "Fine. I don't care either!"

Dave got back in his car, slamming the door, but wasn't sure if leaving me to walk home alone was the best idea. He got back out of the car for a split second but immediately got back in slamming the door again, and his fist on the wheel.