Oops-Dylan O'Brien

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I walked in the door after my run and heard two voices coming from the kitchen. "Y/N, is that you?" My brother called.

"Yep, just me," I shrugged walking into the kitchen to get a water.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Hey, Dylan," I smiled as I stood back up and opened my water. "I saw your newest episode. Evil Stiles is super creepy, but super badass."

"Thanks," he laughed as he leaned against the doorway to the kitchen.

"Oh! I forgot to ask. How was your date last night?" Tyler asked as he walked in and stood behind Dylan, still in the doorway.

"You had a date?" Dylan asked.

"Just with this guy from one of my classes," I shrugged finally taking a drink of my water. "It was fine, but I don't think it's going to go anywhere. He kept talking about how much he goes to the gym and wouldn't look anywhere except at my chest."

"La la la," Tyler sang, plugging his ears.

"I'm sorry it didn't work out," Dylan said.

"It's fine. What I really didn't appreciate was how he pushed me against the car and practically shoved his tongue down my throat."

"La la la," Tyler sang, plugging his ears again.

"Wait," Dylan said, stepping towards me. "He forced you? Are you okay? Who is he? I'm going to kill him."

"Dylan," I laughed, cutting him off. "I'm fine. Besides, I could easily kick his ass."

"That's my girl," Dylan laughed, high fiving me.

"Okay," I said clearing my throat. "I am sweaty and gross. I'm going to go take a shower." I jokingly curtsied before jogging upstairs.

*****

I got out of the shower and started getting dressed. I had just put on a clean bra and was slipping on my pajama shorts when the door opened.

"Oh," Dylan gasped, his cheeks turning red. "Sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to. . . I probably should've knocked," he laughed nervously.

"It's fine," I smiled as I pulled on a tank top. I watched as he looked at me, then the floor, then back up at me.

"I should umm. . . I'll go," he stuttered. He bumped into the door before opening it and leaving.

"That was weird," I mumbled after he left.

I brushed my hair, wondering why Dylan acted so weird. I don't know why he would freak out seeing me in a bra and soffe shorts. I mean, we've gone to the pool and the beach together. Why would seeing me in a bra and spanks make him turn into a jittery mess?

"Hey," I said as I walked into the kitchen a little bit later. I furrowed my eyebrows when I notice Dylan jump. "Where's Ty?"

Dylan watched as I walked to the fridge and grabbed a soda. "He umm. . . He went to get pizza. . . For tonight."

"You okay?" I asked as I opened my soda and took a drink.

"Yeah," he said avoiding my gaze.

"Dylan," I sighed. I walked around the island and stood in front of him. "Will you relax? So you saw me in my underwear. Big deal," I shrugged.

"I just. . ."

"Dylan," I said, putting my soda down and grabbing his shoulders. "You and Tyler have been best friends since you were little, meaning you were always around. You and Ty taught me how to ride a bike. You were always willing to help me with homework. You were there my first day of high school. Hell, you and Tyler cornered my ex-boyfriend when I told you guys he cheated on me. And yes, I know about that," I smirked at him.

I smiled when he let out a chuckle. "You pretty much watched me grow up, Dyl. So seeing me in my bra and spanks is nothing. It's fine."

I sent him a reassuring smile, waiting for him to agree. He didn't say anything. I was about to open my mouth when he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. It took me a second before I started kissing him back.

"I'm sorry," he gasped, pulling away. "I just. . . It's cliché to fall for your best friend's sister, but I did. "

"You. . . You fell for me?"

"I didn't just fall for you, Y/N. I'm in love with you."

"I know it's cliché to fall for your brother's best friend, but I did." I smiled, saying his words back to him.

"You fell for me?" He asked with a smirk on his face, reaching up and cupping my cheeks in his hands.

"I didn't just fall for you, Dylan. I'm in love with you." Dylan leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands slid down my body to my waist. I moaned when he pressed me up against the fridge. I bit my lip when he started kissing my neck.

"Dylan," I moaned.

"Hmm?" He hummed against my neck.

"We should stop, before. . ." I gasped when he found my sweet spot. "Tyler is going to kill us," I said as I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his again.

He pulled away and his eyes drifted over my face. "You're right," he sighed. "He's going to kill us."

"That doesn't mean we can't see each other," I said, biting my lip. "Besides, sneaking around could be kinda fun. . . And hot," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Sneaking could be fun," he smirked, pressing his lips to mine. We jumped apart when we heard the front door.

"I got the pizza, bitches!"

I ran my hand through my hair and Dylan fixed his shirt as Tyler walked into the kitchen. "Hey, Y/N. Wanna join us for movie night? We were gonna watch Star Trek."

"Sure, but Star Wars is better," I said. I bit back a smile as I noticed Dylan smirking at me.

"Ugh," Tyler groaned. "That's what Dylan said. You two should just get married and have twins and name them Luke and Leia."

Dylan and I shared a knowing look before following Tyler into the other room.

The three of us spent the rest of the night eating pizza and watching movies. The whole night, Dylan and I kept stealing glances at each other.

Part 2 Coming Soon

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