A.M

Chapter 1

As I was walking towards my home, I could hear different people all talking about the same thing: A party.

"I'm so going to get drunk tomorrow night!"

"You simply cannot miss Dylan's party, Alex! It's not some random one, it's the one! Everyone's going to be there!"

"I heard that he invited some of his celebrity friends. Imagine that!"

Okay, I'm officially going crazy.

Absolutely everyone, on every step, talks about it. Dylan O'Brien's party - perfect opportunity to get drunk, high and possibly laid. And of course, everyone's invited.

Everyone, but me.

Well, I did expect at least an invitation. I admit, I was hoping to get it. Maybe, just maybe, I checked my facebook billion times, but I never got the invite and I was devastated. However, now that I think about it, I don't know what was I expected? That he will call me after all?

Dylan O'Brien wasn't the most popular guy of the '91 generation. He wasn't good at sports nor did girls turned their heads when he walked by. Dylan was an ordinary boy who dressed up from his parents average payment, nothing too special that could catch your eye. He was a skinny boy, always with buzz cut hair, without some amazing feature like ocean blue eyes or dimples.

But he was my Dylan. My best friend. We were neighbours, lived across from each other. In my backyard was a huge tree, on which our parents built a tree house, just for me and him to play when we were 6 or 7 years old. Under the tree, when we were 10, we buried our secret box full of some random things that meant something to us at that moment, and we swore we're going to look for it when we turn 20. That never happened.

Everything started changing when we turned 15. We weren't anymore DylanandMia, how my mum used to call us. We were Dylan. And. Mia. He didn't want to hang out with me that much anymore, he wanted to have boys company. I was okay with that, also finding myself more with my girl friends. It's not that we weren't friends, but we also weren't best ones anymore.

Still, in the nights when my mum and dad argued, I would turn the lamp in my room on, and climbed through the window to our tree house. And he would always be there, ready to keep my mind off the horrible noise from my house. We would stay up like that until 3 or 4 A.M, and then I would return to my room and Dylan to his. In the morning, we would never mentioned that we spent hours talking in our tree house, but somehow it was very satisfying to see him as sleepy as I was. It was our secret, and only ours.

Years from that, I watched him grow up. He was becoming cute, clumsy boy and I started paying more attention to him, his movements, the way he laughed...I knew it was wrong, I was friends him all my life, but I couldn't help it. The feelings were growing stronger everytime we ended up in our tree house, him holding me until I was done with crying. I was slowly falling in love with him.

And then, one day, I heard from my mum that Dylan got this huge role in MTV's new tv show. I knew how much he loved the camera and I was so extremely happy for him. That night, I signaled him as usual to climb to our tree house, but he never came. I waited for hours, only to find him coming back home around 3 in the morning, passed out drunk. Obviously, he was celebrating with his friends and I felt devastated because he didn't even share this good news with me. Next few days, he was constantly going back and forth between school and parties. I was getting more and more pissed at him for not having 5 minutes to talk to me, so the day before he was supposed to go to Los Angeles to start filming, I decided to confront him about it. And boy, let's just say for now that didn't go very well.

And now, he is back. After 6 years, he is finally back in this town and I'm not sure how I'm going to react when I see him again. I know he's staying in some rented house, because his was sold out long time ago. That's actually a huge relief, because I know I couldn't make it with him so close to me.

I always imagined what am I going to say to him when I see him again. I need to apologise for not understanding him, for being such a bad friend and for all things I said that horrible day. But somehow, I have a feeling that I am not ready to face him. Also, I've been wondering, did he ever think about me? Did he ever wonder what am I doing? I really wish he did.

I know he's not the clumsy boy anymore. Now, he's a grown up man, no more buzz cut hair, with a strong jaw and beautiful golden brown eyes. I'm aware of that, because I watched every episode of that tv show, only to find him better and better in acting with every season. I really loved the fact that Stiles Stilinski was so familiar to the Dylan's personality I used to know, when we were younger.

Still, I couldn't get over the fact that I wasn't invited to his party. We don't talk, and that's okay, but after 6 years I really thought that we can make up and start over again as friends.

As I unlocked the door to my house, I couldn't help but glance at Dylan's old one. All the memories that we had shared in the back of our gardens and in front of our houses, inside our rooms...I sadly smiled and walked in, only to find my home empty again.

My parents got divorced 5 years ago, and father went to live in his hometown while I stayed with mum. But she's literally never home now, always visiting old friends of hers or some cousins. She's enjoying life without noise and arguments, just like me.

I went upstairs to my room, and turned on my laptop. New message from my best friend, Sarah, was waiting for me.

What are you going to wear tomorrow??????

I laughed when I saw number of exclamation marks. Typical of Sarah. Quickly, I replied to her.

I'm not going anywhere??

Not one second later and I got the text back.

I'm calling you.

And she did, my phone rang immediately. I shook my head and answered.

"Hello?"

"You want to tell me that you're not going to the Dylan's party? Are you out of your mind?"

I sighed.

"I didn't get the invite, I suppose I'm not welcomed there."

"Nice one Mia, you're not getting away with this. Tomorrow. Me. You. Party. Alcohol. And of the discussion."

I laughed again at the tone of her voice.

"I can't sneak in just like that!"

Literally I could see her rolling eyes when she replied with a sigh.

"Mia, sweet Mia...I'm bringing you in! Stop being a snob and go find something to wear! I have to go, so talk to you later. Bye!"

"Ugh, fine. Bye Sarah,"

I put down my telephone and lay on my bed. Will It be stupid if I show up without an invite?

I look through my window, just to see the tree house.

Yes, yes I'm going to that party.