Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Flat tire

"Dylan, how much longer? I'm hungry."

"We'll stop for something soon. I'm tired anyway, so we can switch," he told me, looking away from the road momentarily.

"Okay, sounds good," I told him, reaching over and grabbing his hand.

"Do you hear that?" he asked, squeezing my hand.

"Hear what?"

"That clicking. Do you hear it?"

"Kind of, I guess. Why?"

"Shit, babe, I think we have a flat," he said.

He pulled over, opening his door and getting out of the car. He went around to one of the rear tires.

"Yeah, it's flat. Well, shit. Do you have any idea how to change a tire?" he asked, looking at me over his shoulder.

"Absolutely no fucking clue."

"Yeah, me neither."

"Can't we call a roadside service or something?" I asked him, opening my own door and leaning down next to him.

"Babe, it's like 10 at night. Nothing's going to be open or available," he said, standing up straight and tangling one hand in his hair.

"What about the police? Can they do anything?"

"Not really. All they could do is give us numbers to call in the morning and pull up behind us with their lights on so nobody runs into us."

"I don't think anyone's going to run into us. This is a back country road. It's literally gravel," I said, going over and standing in front of him, grabbing both of his hands.

"You're right."

"You say that a lot," he ignored me.

"We might just have to sleep in the car, princess."

"No princess would sleep in a car."

"Smart ass. Come on, will you get our stuff from the back? I'll put the back seats down so we have a place to sleep," he said, opening the back door and climbing into the big Escalade we had rented for our road trip.

I opened the trunk and grabbed all of the blankets and pillows we had, along with pajamas for both of us (of course mine came from his suitcase too). I threw them to Dylan who had put the seats down by then, and opened the cooler we had packed in the back and started digging through it. I came across a few apples, two bottles of tea and two more of water, and two lunchables at the bottom of the cooler.

"This is better than any restaurant you'll ever take me to," I told Dylan, waving the Lunchables at him with a grin.

"Good to know I don't need to spend much more money on dates."

"Right, just take me out into the middle of nowhere and give me lunchables. Please."

I closed the trunk and climbed into the back, setting out our dinner. We turned on the overhead light and, sitting in the backseat, talked and laughed and enjoyed each other.

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This was the best night I've ever had.

It wasn't anything special. We had talked, laughed, and kissed a lot. Right now, we were swaying back and forth in each other's arms in the middle of a North Carolina backroad, with an Ed Sheeran song playing in the background (Photograph), and I wouldn't want to be any place else.

"I didn't want to do this right now but I can't think of a better time to do it," Dylan whispered in my ear, stepping slightly away from me.

"What?" I asked.

"Hold on," he told me, running back to the car and heading for the suitcases. He came out with nothing in his hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he ran back over to me.

"I was going to wait until we were on a beach in Florida. With the sunset in the background and everything. But this seems a lot less cliché, and I like it that way," Dylan told me with a nervous smile on his face.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

He got down on one knee, pulling a box out of his pocket and opening it, "Will you marry me?"I gasped.

There was a long, long period of shock. So long the smile fell off his face.

"So... will you?" he asked. I finally broke out of my trance.

"YES! I mean, yes, one hundred and sixty-two percent YES!" I yelled, and threw myself at him as soon as he stood up.

"We're getting married," I whispered to him, with my arms wrapped around his neck.

"You didn't give me a chance to put the ring on you yet, princess."

He put the beautiful, diamond ring on my finger and I went back to hugging him, running one hand up and down his back.

"I hope you were okay with it here, it just felt really right," he said quietly, starting to spin me in circles again.

"I wouldn't have wanted it anyplace else. I will never forget this. I love you more than you will ever know."

"I already know, because I love you just as much."

"One thing, though. Don't get mad."

"What?"

"You were on the wrong knee."

Yay for fluffy imagines :). So yeah, that two hour car ride I mentioned? It turned into eight hours because we got a flat tire. So also yay for bad things that turn into **iNsPiRaTiOn**. S/o to Alissa for the help. Love you girl <3333. Have a good week, hopefully I'll update but summer school :(. Love you :)

-d xo