Just Wait |Dylan O'Brien| ~IN EDITING~

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It's Friday and Aunt Cassie insisted that I stayed at home, and I didn't disagree with her, I was exhausted and in excruciating pain.

I mostly slept all day and occasionally my Aunt came in to check on me. Halfway through the day, I decided to take a shower. I slowly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. When I saw my reflection, I was a bit startled about what I saw. There were cuts and bruises all over my face and I looked terrible.

I decided to get passed how I looked and I jumped into the shower. Usually when I was in the shower, this was my time to think.

I wonder what would happen if Dylan never saved me... Am I starting to have feelings for him besides friendship? No! That can't be... But I think I do... Oh my gosh, I like Dylan...

I got out of the shower and thought, I'll never look at him the same way ever again.

I went downstairs to have a quick snack and I ran into my Aunt.

"Hey honey, how are you feeling?"

"A little better. Thanks Aunt Cassie for taking care of me," I gave her a hug and I pulled away after a few seconds. Then I went into the kitchen, grabbed a banana and watched my favorite show, Friends.

When it was 2:30, I got a text from Dylan:
Hey. Do you mind if I come over to check on you?

I smiled because he cared for me so much.
Of course, I could use some company :)

Dylan:
Ok! I'll be over in a few minutes.

I was debating whether or not to change out of my pajamas. Even though I was comfortable, I decided to change. I changed into a short, blue skirt and a short-sleeved white top. I took my hair out of my bun and looked in the mirror. Thankfully the cuts were starting to heal because of the cream my Aunt put on them.

I heard the doorbell ring and that snapped me out if my thoughts.

"I got it!" I yelled to my Aunt because I didn't know where she was in this huge house.

I opened the door and said,"Hey Dyl! Come on in."

He walked inside and said,"Wow, your house is amazing!"

"Thanks, I'm not used to it yet," I replied. "Let's go upstairs," I suggested.

"Okay," he replied.

I took him to the upstairs living area and we both sat down on the couch. "How was school today?" I asked.

"It was alright, it would've been better if you were there, though," Dylan said and started to play with his fingers again.

I placed my hand on his and he stopped moving his hands. He looked down and then looked into my eyes and I could tell he was happy, and so was I.

"Today wasn't very exciting for me, either," I replied after an awkward silence.

"Do you want to ice skating tomorrow?" Dylan asked out of nowhere. I could tell he was nervous, so I started moving my fingers up and down his hand and his breathing started to slow down.

"I would love to," I replied. "I haven't gone in a while, just warning you." I said with a little laugh at the end.

"Oh trust me, you're probably better than me," he said with a cute laugh.

"I guess we'll see tomorrow," I said cheekily. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"I don't want to be too much of a hassle," he replied.