Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Not The Average Girl- Stuart Twombly

"Thanks." My heart did a weird flip as she looked at me without breaking her smile.

"I'm Stuart," I stuttered as I nervously wiped my hands on my jeans.

"Y/N," she introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you," I said, still nervous.

"You're a new intern here, right?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Umm, yeah," I said, my cheeks burning as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"And how's that going?" She teased.

"It's actually not as bad as I thought it would be," I chuckled. "Not nearly as bad as what we had to go through to get here."

"Oh yeah," she laughed. "I remember going through those. It was stressful and awful. I used to have anxiety attacks every time I passed Mr. Chetty in the hallway."

"I still do," I joked. I smiled when I made her laugh.

Before I could say anything else, someone came in and asked for Y/N's help. Things started to be different between Y/N and me after that. Now whenever we saw each other in the hallway, we would wave and sometimes even stop and have a short conversation.

One day, I was walking down the hallway and I ended up passing Y/N's office. "Son of a bitch," I heard her mumble. I stopped outside her office and hesitated.

"Everything okay in here?" I asked, popping my head in.

"Oh, hey Stuart," she sighed. I watched as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"You okay?"

"No," she said, sending me a look. "I hate computers."

I laughed as I walked in and sat down at a chair across from her desk. "What's going on?"

"I don't know," she said, slumping more into her chair. "I've been trying to get this stupid thing to work all day. I've tried calling IT, but they were no help. Shocker there."

"Want me to give it a try?" I offered, slightly chuckling.

"Really?" She asked, sitting up.

"Yeah," I shrugged as I stood up. "I mean, I'm pretty good with all this."

"Thanks, Stuart," she smiled as she stood up and moved to the side.

I sat down and immediately started working on her computer. As I fixed it, I tried to ignore the fact that Y/N was standing behind me. Thanks to a few cheat codes I know, I got her computer cleaned up and fixed in roughly twenty minutes.

"Done," I said as her computer rebooted.

"Seriously?" She asked. I sucked in a breath when she stood behind me and put her hands on my shoulders as she leaned over me to get a better look at her computer screen.

"Yeah," I stuttered, ignoring the feeling of her squeezing my shoulders.

"That seemed. . . Easy," she chuckled. "How'd you do it?"

"Well with all the stuff our computers go through, there's a lot of build-up. I know a few cheat codes that work around the system to break down the roadblocks and viruses."

"I have no idea what any of that means," she chuckled. "How do you know those codes?"

"I learned them," I stuttered. I looked over my shoulder to see her sending me a knowing look.

"You learned them?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "From where?"

"From. . . Fine," I sighed. "I used to decode video games and "borrow" their codes. I tweak them a little bit depending on what I need them for," I explained.