Dylan O'Brien Imagines

You Alright?// Stuart

You were on the loser team.

Yes, the loser team.

But it was your team. You belong there.

And maybe you liked Stuart.

Speaking of Stuart, he was being weird lately. Kind of distracted.

You decided to ask him what's going on.

He was sitting in the back room by himself.

"Hey." You said, leaning against the door frame, his head snapping up towards you.

"Hey." He said, not even cracking a smile.

You pulled a bean bag up in front of him, sitting on it.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asks.

"Yeah, of course." You smiled.

"Do you think I'm good enough to be here?" He asks.

"What?"

"It's just that, I've never really finished anything in my life, and my parents, they always thought that my brother was better than me, I always disappoint them. I always disappoint everyone."

"Stuart," you grabbed his hands, making him look at you. "You're here. I think that's what matters. You are a freaking genius, Stuart. You are the smartest guy that I know and if it matters, I'm not disappointed in you, I'm proud of you."

He smiled softly, squeezing your hands.

"And no, you are not good enough to be here," you say as his smile falls. "You're too good to be here. You're going to be like a crazy business owner and make like a kajillion doll-"

He pulled you up by your hands until his lips met yours.

"Thank you." He said, his arms holding you up by your waist. You were sitting in his lap, your arms around his neck.

"You know that you're going to have to split that kajillion dollars with me, right?" You giggled as he kissed you again.