Wrong Number ? Dylan O'Brien & Tyler Posey

4 Days Before:

I wake up in a bed.

"Where am I," I mumble. I get up and realize I was in Mike's room. I started remember all that happened yesterday. When my mother said I was a mistake and how I went to Disney World with my crush. Well then.

I open the door and see a few people passed out, hungover as anything.

Before I leave the room, I grab my phone and look at how I have many missed texts from Amanda and one missed call from an unknown number. I was pretty sure it was Dylan.

I called the number back and it rang about three times. "Hello?" The other person on the other line says.

"Hey? Is this Dylan?" I ask, confused as to who this guy was. But this guy's voice sounded so distinct, I also felt like I knew it from somewhere. I would be crazy even to think this is like Tyler Posey or something.

"No, this is Tyler though," he says. "You're the girl Dylan has been talking about?" Um. So he's a Tyler?!

"Yeah. I guess, but, call me crazy, but, just to throw this absurd thought out there. Do you... um... I don't know... maybe happen to be Tyler Posey?" I ask awkwardly, pursing my lips together.

"If I told you would you freak?" He asks. Which probably means a yes.

"No," I say calmly. "I wouldn't torture someone's life, don't worry."

"Alright, well then I guess I am Tyler Posey and you were talking to Dylan O'Brien," he says.

"Wow, the past few days have been pretty fucking amazing for me," I say, making a fist bump into the air.

"Was that sarcastic?" He asks, laughing.

"For the most part, no. But some part of it kind of was. Well, when you get called a mistake by your drunken mother who currently treats you like her slave, I guess that part wasn't so great," I tell him all at once.

"Oh, man, that sucks. I'm sorry," he says.

"Me too, I don't even know why I'm telling you this. You don't care. Aren't you like an actor or something?" I ask.

"I do care, and I'm actually on break right now," he says.

"I'm talking to you like you're actually Tyler Posey. How do I know you're not faking it?" I ask him, hoping he would tell me to FaceTime him.

"FaceTime me," he throws out. There it is.

I click the FaceTime buttons swiftly, jerking my head to see if anyone was about to come in the room.

I click the button and wait for him to accept. Soon after he did and all I see is a ceiling. "Alright Tyler, show your face."

He lifted up the camera and there he was. Tyler freaking Posey. For some godforsaken reason, they happened to call me. Me! A girl who no one knows. Who no one probably recognizes outside of the state of Florida. I was just shocked.

"Well, it's me," he states, giving a sly laugh.

"It's you," I say, giving a nervous laugh.