Then I met you (Dylan O'Brien)~Eng

Fuck these planes, the disgusting food they sell you and most of all fuck these filthy uncomfortable seats, I thought while heading to the airport parking lot.

Julia was standing out of her grey car, resting on the car door, looking around and seeking for me in the crowd.

I smiled when I saw her, standing a few meters from me.

I adjusted the bag on my shouler while going to her.

We hugged warmly and I raised her from the ground, as always.

<Im so happy you came.>, she sighed happily on my shoulder.

We got in the car and drove home.

Coming back home was the most beautiful time of the year.

While the streetlights illuminated the street, and soft music was playing on the radio, Julia followed my silence.

I felt her eyes on me a cuple of times, and then her hand holding my knee in a supportive way.

I knew I had to be grateful for what I had: for my popularity, for my career that was also my greatest passion.

But often, in the last few months, I felt trapped, only wishing for the shooting day to end so that I couldve go home. Staying alone.

Yes, because fullfilling that wonderful shitty time my girlfriend Brenda had just left me.

<I need to be alone for a while now.>, she said.

And I couldnt force her to stay with me.

However, a few weeks earlier Jefferson, the producer, just realized that I wasn't complitely myself and asked me (not so gently) to take a break from the movie.

And I was aware of the fact that if on the return, I wouldn't be charged as usual I would've lost the role.

And with that, my whole career.

Sometimes I tought I could see on the newspapers:

'Dylan O'Brien loses himself and his career after a mental breakdown.'

Creepy.

<Here we are!> said Julia stopping the car on our driveway.

When I closed the car door behind my back, I smelled that frash air pushing on my face and took a few seconds to look around: my beloved childhood home.

I'd spent most of my childhood there and also the early years as an actor. Then I choose city life and moved in Atlanta leaving my sister and parents there.

<Fuckin' finally.>, I smiled at her and went inside where the kitchen lights suggested me a warm wellcome home from my parents.

The next morning I woke up breathing the smell of my pillow that tasted my mothers perfume, and I suddently felt a lot better.

Pushing myself out of the bed I went to the kitchen, where my sister and my father were having a usual morning argument.

<Hey.> she began as she saw me, advicing him to be quiet.

The fact that everyone was acting like I was a little puppy who needed rescue made me nervous. Also made me wonder if they were aware of the fact that I was actually fully grown up and that I could've handle some worries on their part.