Parallel Lines (Dylan O'Brien)

Meet-N-Greet

Emma's POV

I went to my bedroom and got dressed in a P@tD Tee and ripped black jeans with black high-tops before straightening my hair and putting a beanie on.

I looked at myself in the mirror before checking the time.

8:52

"Bye Sammy.", I said and rushed out the door.

"Yo Em slow down.", a voice said from behind me.

I turned around and saw Dylan walking towards me.

"What are doing here? Aren't you supposed to be the Maze Runner Meet-N-Greet?"

"I'm on my way now. What are doing running through the building?"

"I'm late to meet my friend."

"Need a ride?"

"I'm good thanks."

"Let me drive you."

"Fine."

I followed him downstairs and he led me to his car. I got into the passenger side door and got in the driver's before we left.

***********

Within moments, we had made it to the coffee shop I agreed to meet Bethany.

"Thanks, Dylan.", I said.

"It's not a problem."

I got out of the car and walked into the building. I saw the table Beth was at and continued to her.

"Hey."

"Hey.", she said. "You're late."

"Yeah. It took me a little longer to get ready."

"Alright well, let's go."

We start walking to the Meet-N-Greet.

Once we're in line, we start to get our tickets out.

"Beth."

"Yeah?" She turns to me and I look up.

"My ticket was in my wallet."

"Okay?"

"My wallet's gone."

"That can't be good."

"I can't meet the cast."

All of a sudden, everyone started screaming. Bethany and I looked over and saw Dylan walking towards the line. I tried to hide behind some people.

"That's your wallet.", Bethany said.

I looked over and sure enough, my wallet was in his hand.

"I'm looking for an Emma Harrison!", he called out.

Bethany nudged me forward so that I was in his view. He motioned for me to come to him. A lot of girls looked at me as if I were the devil as I walked towards him.

Before either of us spoke, he took my arm gently by the elbow and led me in a different direction. As we walked, I glanced back at Bethany to see her mouthing 'Good luck.' as she held both her thumbs up.

Dylan led me through a door in the side of the building in which the Meet-N-Greet took place.

He let go of my arm before turning around to face me.

"Hey Em.", he said enthusiastically.

I didn't speak. I just stood there.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?"

"How did you know I was?"

"Your ticket." He held up my wallet.

"Oh, yeah."

"Now. Why didn't you tell you were coming?"

"I thought it was embarrassing."

"So?"

"So? So I don't want m-"

I began to speak but my words were silenced by his hands gripping onto my biceps and bringing my body close to his.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I could feel my heart rate quickening by the second.

His eyes glanced down at my lips and knew what he was thinking. I was internally dying.

"C'mon Em. I would never purposely hurt you.", he said.

"I don't know that."

I try to shake his grip but he only tightens it.

"Please let go.", I begged.

"After you answer my question?", he responds.

"What question?"

"Are you alright?"

"I don't know."