Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Eternal // Dylan O'Brien

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too!"

"What are you guys arguing about this time?" Holland approached you and Dylan with a smirk. You all were seated backstage waiting for Kevin Smith, this year's comic con moderator, to go through his introductory speech and call everyone up to the stage. In the meantime, however, you had managed to get into a small quarrel with your boyfriend, Dylan. While it held no intensity and practicality like most of your arguments, it still held enough volume to fill your fellow castmates with intrigue.

"Dylan thinks that a tomato is a fruit." You said, feigning disgust as you crossed your arms. Dylan simply gaped at you in shock as Holland laughed at your antics.

"Because it is!" He nearly shouted, a member of the stage crew shushing him. Sheepishly smiling at the man, he turned back to see you smirking at him.

"That's what you get for being wrong."

"You two are something else." Shelley laughed, making herself part of the conversation.

"But you gotta love 'em!" Tyler appeared, wrapping each of his arms around yours and Dylan's shoulders. You laughed, grabbing his hand hanging from your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. As you looked up at him, you felt your smile fade upon seeing the ever-present frown on his face. "I can't believe this is our last time doing this. I'm gonna miss it, like I'm gonna miss all you guys."

"It's like it's the end of an era." Dylan said sadly, taking your free hand and tangling his fingers with yours.

"It's going to be weird not seeing you guys every day." Said Holland.

"I'm going to be, like, sobbing by the end of the panel." Shelley laughed despite her doleful mood. Tears built up in her eyes, and she had to throw her head back, blinking rapidly in attempts to banish them.

"We're going on in two, folks." The stage manager interrupted our conversation, holding up two of his fingers for emphasis.

"Let's do this!" You said enthusiastically, your positive state of mind almost immediately affecting Tyler. The same lovable grin returned to his face and his eyes filled with the same excitement and passion they always had. "Let's make our last con something to remember."

"Damn straight!" Tyler said, bringing his hand into the empty space in which you were all circled around. "Tyler Posey is hot and adorable on three."

"Shut up, Ty." Shelley swatted his hand away playfully, hers taking its place. You all laughed. "Family on three."

All hands joined the center, Jeff, Cody, and Dylan Sprayberry jumping into the circle as well. Grinning at all of your friends and counting to three, your hands shot upwards as you all happily said the one word in which all of you became one. "Family!"

"I love you guys." You said merrily.

"We love you, too." Tyler responded on behalf for everyone, his arm returning to your shoulder.

"Jeff Davis, Cody Christian, and Dylan Sprayberry to stage, please." The stage manager called out, ushering the three men forward.

You and the remaining cast members engaged in small talk until you were all called to make your individual entrances onto the stage. As you spent your last moments participating in a Teen Wolf related event, you realized just how much you would truly miss everyone. They had been your home for nearly six years, and it almost scared you to think about losing it. You hated change, and you certainly didn't want to change anything that meant losing the opportunity to see your best friends every day, and to work with them. But you had to remain strong, to keep the smile on your face; for your friends, the fans.