Requested by AnsleyRose
"Oh!" Tyler yelled, making us all jump. I looked over and laughed when I saw he was already wasted. "I almost forgot. Before he left, Dylan gave me his present for you."
My heart sank when he reminded me that my best friend wasn't even at my birthday party. When Dylan called to tell me he was stuck in Virginia filming American Assassin and couldn't get away, I tried to act like it didn't bother me, but it did.
I cleared my throat as I took the present out of Tyler's hand and slowly opened it. I sucked in a breath when I tossed the wrapping paper aside to see a blue velvet box. I hesitated before slowly opening it. When I did, my heart jumped into my throat.
"Oh my gosh," I said under my breath, my eyes watering.
"What is it?" Holland asked eagerly.
"It's a locket," I said, my voice getting caught in my throat.
"A locket?" Shelley asked softly.
"I can't believe. . . We saw this at a table at the farmer's market three months ago. When I saw it I. . . I told him that my grandmother used to have one just like it until it was stolen. I can't believe he went back and bought it."
"Wow," Tyler Hoechlin said under his breath.
"That's crazy," Dylan Spraberry said as he chuckled.
"Not that crazy," Posey scoffed. Everyone looked at him with wide eyes.
"What do you mean?" I stuttered, looking around at everyone's nervous faces.
"Come on," Tyler P. laughed. "Does it really surprise you that he did something so extreme? For you?"
"I don't. . ." I stuttered.
"I mean, we all know that he's been in lo. . ."
Before he could finish his sentence, Hoechlin elbowed him hard in his side. "What?" Posey said through his teeth. His eyes widened when he saw the way everyone was looking at him. He slowly looked at me, his eyes just getting bigger. "Oh shit."
"Wait, Dylan's. . ." I stuttered, not able to finish my thought.
"No," Hoechlin jumped in. "He's drunk. You know what Posey's like when he gets drunk. He says things without thinking."
"Things that are usually true," I said under my breath. I looked down at the locket, my eyes filling with tears. "Dylan loves me?" I said too soft for anyone else to hear.
"Hey, Y/N?" I looked up to see Holland watching me closely. "Random question for you," she said, clearing her throat, "do you have feelings for Dylan?"
That question bounced around my brain as I thought about mine and Dylan's relationship.
Dylan and I have always been close. We've been best friends since before he was famous. When he moved to LA, I came with him. I went to hair school while Dylan started filming Teen Wolf. In season 2, he got me a job doing the hair and make up for the entire cast.
Ever since I moved to LA, things have changed. Over the seasons, I've noticed Dylan doesn't go out on the weekends as much. Instead, he stays at home with me. We order a pizza and stay up late watching whatever show we were binging on Netflix.
I asked him why he wasn't going out with the Teen Wolf cast or Maze Runner boys and he laughed.
"I love the guys," he laughed after the tenth time of him spending a weekend with me and not the guys. "But they can be a group of assholes. And sometimes I just want a lazy Saturday night with my best friend."
The night he said that I started to really think about our relationship since I moved to LA with him. We were living together, we spent any free time we had together, and we were closer than before.
"Yes," I finally said. "I think I am."
* * * * *
I sat on my bed, nervously bouncing my leg as I looked down at my phone. I wasn't entirely sure what I was waiting for, but I waited. I sighed when I noticed my hands starting to shake. I tossed my phone onto my bed and stood up, starting to nervously pace across my room. I jumped when my phone started ringing. I hesitated before answering it.
"Hey," I said, trying not to sound as nervous as I was.
"Hey, you. How was your birthday? Sorry I couldn't call you yesterday on your actual birthday. We went and filmed one of the scenes in the cabin and we didn't have any service. I would've called you. I swear."
"I trust you," I laughed. I cleared my throat as I reached up and started to fiddle with the locket he gave me.
"Did Tyler give you my present?" He asked. Before I could give him an answer he started rambling. "Maybe I should've given the present to someone who wasn't guilty of always getting drunk at every party. Like Holland. She would've been the better choice. Shit, I should've given it to her."
"Dylan," I cut him off. "Don't worry. Even in his drunken state, Tyler remembered to give me your present."
"Good," he said, letting out a sigh of relief and a soft laugh.
"Dyl," I said, my voice getting caught in my throat as tears formed.
"Y/N? Are you okay? I didn't mean to make you cry. I thought. . ."
"No," I said quickly with a small giggle. "I love it! I mean. . . I can't believe you went back and bought this for me. Dylan, I can't believe you would do something like this for me."
"Really?" He asked, sounding a little weird. "Well," he cleared his throat, "of course I would do something like this for you, Y/N. You're. . . You're my best friend."
"I know," I stuttered. "It's just. . . No one has ever done something like this for me."
"Well," Dylan said, clearing his throat again. "You deserve it."
Silence fell between the two of us, a newfound awkward tension now part of our relationship. And I hated it.
"I gotta go," Dylan said, his voice soft. "We're filming another scene and I have to get down to the costume trailer and. . . I'll call you later."
"Dylan, wait."
My heart dropped into my stomach when he hung up. I slowly pulled my phone away from my ear, tears streaming down my cheeks. I sat on the end of my bed, a sob getting stuck in my throat.
The next few days were hell. Dylan didn't call me like usual. He wouldn't even text me back. Something was going on but I had no idea what it was. There was this tension between the two of us and I didn't know how to get rid of it.
I reorganized the makeup counter for the fifth time today. I didn't acknowledge it when the trailer door opened.
"You okay?"
I looked up at the mirror to see Holland standing in the doorway. I sighed as I turned around and leaned against the counter.
"This whole "Dylan and I not talking" thing is killing me," I said, my voice breaking. She sighed as she walked into the trailer and closed the door.
"This is just temporary," she said gently. "You guys will get passed it once he is no longer all the way in Virginia."
"I don't think the distance is what's going on with us," I sighed as I leaned back against the counter. "We've been apart before. It's just this time. . ."
"Honey," she sighed. "What if there isn't anything going on with you two? I mean, all of this started to happen after Tyler let it slip how Dylan feels about you. And when you realized that you might. . ."
"I do have feelings for Dylan," I cut her off. Her eyes widened when my words hit her.
"Really?" She said excitedly.
"We've been friends since we were kids. He's always been there for me, willing to rush to my side whenever I needed him. Why did it take me so long to realize that every time he stayed up late talking to me, every time he ditched the guys to be with me, every time he sat and held me after a breakup, meant so much more?"
Holland laughed as she wrapped her arms around me. "Y/N, sometimes people don't realize these things."
I broke the hug and immediately wrapped my arms around myself. "What if. . . What if something happens and I lose him?"
"You're not going to lose him, Y/N," she sighed. Just then there was a knock at the trailer door. We turned around to see Tyler standing in the doorway.
"Dylan's back."
We followed him out of the trailer but the second I saw Dylan, my heart dropped. He was standing there, introducing a beautiful woman to the cast. I ignored the looks from Tyler and Holland as I turned on my heel and walked quickly back to the makeup trailer.
* * * * *
All day I waited in the makeup trailer for Dylan to come see me but he never did. The longer I waited, the more my heart sank into my stomach.
I looked down and started fiddling with the locket. I sucked in a breath when I just now noticed that the locket opens. I quickly took it off and opened it. When I saw the picture inside the locket, a sob got stuck in my throat.
"Let me guess, you didn't know it opened."
I turned around to see Dylan standing in the doorway with a soft smile on his face. He looked down at the locket in my hand before looking back up at me. Another sob got stuck in my throat as I ran over to him, instantly jumping into his arms. He laughed as he caught me, wrapping his arms around me.
The picture in the locket was the picture our parents took the very first day we met. I was riding my bike when I fell. Dylan's parents unpacked their truck while he played with a basketball. When he saw me fall, he ran across the street and helped me up. He made sure I was okay and hugged me while I cried.
My parents rushed to me and his parents ran across the street. As he calmed me down, our parents talked. My mom invited them over for dinner and before dessert, Dylan and I took that picture.
"That's my favorite picture we've ever taken," he whispered, his arms still wrapped around me. "Whenever I'm away and I start to miss you, I find this picture and it always makes me smile."
I pulled out of the hug, tears still slowly streaming down my cheeks. Before I could think it through, I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. I quickly pulled away from him before he could start to kiss me back.
"I'm sorry," I stuttered, slowly letting go of his face. "I shouldn't have. . . I was just. . . Tyler told me. . . Well, he thinks. . . At least everyone else thinks. . . I have terrible timing. You are dating a new girl and I just. . ."
Dylan cut me off by pulling me into his chest and pressing his lips to mine. I moaned into the kiss as I started moving my lips in sync with his.
When we finally broke the kiss, both of us were out of breath. He leaned back, a smile on his face.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," I said with a small chuckle. His smile widened as he pulled me into him and pressed his lips back to mine.
"Wait," I said, breaking the kiss. "I thought you were with that woman I saw you with earlier. . ."
Dylan laughed as he shook his head. "That woman is Shiva. She plays Annika. She's visiting her boyfriend who's filming a few stages over."
"Oh," I said, my cheeks burning. I looked down at our feet, trying to hide my blush.
"Were you jealous?" He teased as he used his finger to make me look up at him.
"Maybe," I said under my breath.
He smirked as he slowly leaned towards me, his lips hovering next to mine and his breath hitting my face.
"Good."