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

Chapter 1

<What are you talking about?> I pressed.

<Nothing.>

<Talking about you.>

They answered in perfect keeping.

I looked at them cautious while sipping my cup of coffee.

Julia sighed as my father started talking. <I was just saying that maybe you two could hang out together sometimes, and see Theo and Jason. Nothing so dramatic!>

I almost felt sorry for them: so worried about me, about my mental and phisical health.

Julia was sure that would have been better for me not to get out of this house and not to stress me out with wierd and inappropriate questions; my dad was in favour of dialogue and in pushing me doing something instread of festering on the couch watching all the Mets games.

<Dyl...> she started, carefully.

<Okay.> I stopped her.

<What?>

<Yes, alright. I want to see them. I'll be ready in 30.> I tryied to reassure her with a smile and run into the bathroom.

Theo and Jason were in better shape than ever. The first one found a job as a salesman in a sport store, wich suited his personality perfectly.

The second one finally decided to help his mother into their family buisness.

Despite my sisters worried glances, who kept looking around trying to avoid crazy fans, I really had fun that day.

What I was missing the most was that feeling of normality that I tought I had lost and James, one of my dearest friend. The only one, besides Theo and some others, that didn't make me change my mind about the term Friendship.

<So,> he smiled having a seat next to me on the bench. <what do you think?>

The sun was about to set and not far from us, Theo and Julia were genually laughing at something.

I looked at him doubtful.

<Coming back home. How is it? It's been a long time since you came back.>

<Yes, I needed some space, you know? Im going to stay for a while, just to make things right.> I smiled and nodded with my fingers at my head.

He didn't say anything, just surrounded my shoulders with the arm and got closer to my ear. 

<I think...> he started, whispering. < that you need a long, really bad hangover.>

I laughed hard while some random memories of our hangovers started flowing in my mind.

My first years as an actor were amazing because I was able to come back home a lot more often than now.

Jason, Theo, Zack and I used to go drinking in some clubs, all night long, giving such spicy news and pictures of me drunk as hell to the local angry paparazzi.

But when I stopped laughing I realized that maybe wasnt a good idea for me, right now, to jump into the memory lane.

Jefferson wouldnt have liked an article of me drunk in some random bar.

<I dont think that...>

<Oh yes, mate. I think. Trust me. We've been looking for the perfect bar for all of these years without you. No one's gonna fuck with you.>

I bit my lip, asking myself wich part of me I should have listened to:

Dylan, go home or Dylan, dont go home until youre drunk. 

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Author's corner.

Hello there! Thank you so much for reading this first chapter.

I just wanted to say that this isn't my first time writing, but definitely mi first time writing in english! I apologize with you if there are some mistakes.

In fact, you can help me improve my writing skills, maybe comment if you see some mistake. Or write me personally so that I can learn. <3 

What else to say? 

I know that this is a very sad chapter of Dyl's life, but it was my inspiration for this story.

If you stay, you'll see what's coming next, and I can swear that is something you'll never image.

Leave a comment or a star if you want me to continue, and I will. <3

That's all, love you. xx