Wrong Number ↠ Dylan O'Brien & Tyler Posey

Chapter 9

As I sit on Dylan's leather couch in the trailer, I scroll through the channels. The Maze Runner came on, which I kind of freaked out about.

It was the part where Thomas was in the maze when you could sense something was going to happen but you didn't know when. I watched it when---

"Hey, Cara!" Tyler yells. I scream, getting scared and laying down on the couch.

"Did I kill you?" He asks.

"I think I've died," I joked, sitting up and looking back towards Tyler.

"So, what are we watching?" He asks slowly, coming and sitting next to me on the couch.

"The Maze Runner. It was on and I didn't really feel like watching Little People L. A... so now I'm watching this," I explain.

"Me, both Dylans, Holland, Crystal, and Daniel are going to the movies tonight. Want to come?"

"But which movie?" I ask, smiling.

"Jason Bourne, personally my favorite movie," he says.

"Yeah, it's one of mine too," I agree.

He put his arm on the part of the couch behind my head, not so much touching my neck.

We watched a few minutes of the movie when Dylan opened the door, laughing, paying attention to who he was talking too. He finally looks at me and Tyler and has a blank expression on his face.

"Oh... hi," he croaks out.

"Hey," Tyler says, patting his knees. "Welp, it's been fun watching mazes with you, I'm gonna go now though."

"Alright, bye, Tyler!" I wave as he walks out the door.

"What were you guys doing?" Dylan asks, raising one eyebrow.

"Watching a movie. Nothing you're thinking of," I assure him.

"Alright, good, cause tonight, we're going some place," Dylan says.

"The movies? Right? Tyler just told me," I tell him.

"No, no. Not the movies. I figured we could skip the movies. I want to do something else, just the two of us."

"Alright. Did filming go well?" I ask.

"Yes. It did. Thanks for asking," Dylan perks up.

"Well, what will we do tonight?" I ask.

"It's going to be a surprise," Dylan says to me. Out of me being lazy, I just sit back and continue to watch tv. "Do you want your rv back, cause, you know. I'm kind of invading."

"Nonsense," Dylan says laughing coming over to the couch in a British accent. "I'm off for a bit. Let's watch more tv." Jumping over the couch, Dylan puts his arm around me quickly, not looking like he thought too much into it.

"Child 44 is on," I say. "Want to watch that."

"Cara, you're like a goddess," He says, looking at me shockingly.

"Why," I laugh.

"You seriously like that movie. I would expect you to put on, like, you know, either a chick flick or a really famous movie."

I bop my finger on his nose smiling, "And that's why we should never jump to conclusions."

"Good one," He smirks.