GODDAMN IT, POSEY, WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO WRITE A MILLION WORD STORY WHERE YOU AND DYLAN HAVE A PACT AND END UP MARRYING EACH OTHER WHEN YOU TURN THIRTY BECAUSE GOD HOW DOES THE END OF MY BEST FRIEND’S WEDDING NOT AT LEAST GET A THREESOME. LIKE. WHAT KIND IF JULIA ROBERTS MOVIE IS THAT? ANYWAY, IT’S PROBABLY NOT LIKE YOU HAVEN’T SHARED A GIRL BEFORE, AND IF YOU COULDN’T STOP WATCHING EACH OTHER INSTEAD, WELL, AT LEAST THE ONLY PERSON WHO KNOWS IS ALREADY YOUR BEST FRIEND. IS ALREADY DRUNK AND HAPPY AND SMILING AT A JOKE YOU FORGOT THE PUNCHLINE OF. AND WHEN YOU KISS HIM, FINALLY, HE LAUGHS, WARM AND BUZZING UNDER YOUR MOUTH AND EXACTLY THE THING YOU’VE WANTED SINCE YOU WERE A TWENTY YEAR OLD KID. SINCE BEFORE. SINCE YOU SAW HIM AND THOUGHT—HIM. IT’S TOTALLY HIM. AND SAYING, “HEY, IT’S TIME WE GET MARRIED” JUST MAKES SENSE. MAKES THAT SECRETLY STASHED NAPKIN FEEL COMPLETE. AND WHEN HE SAYS, “YEAH, OK,” WHEN YOU CAN’T STOP GRINNING INTO ANOTHER KISS, ALL YOU’LL BE ABLE TO THINK IS: YES. FINALLY.Is there anything about Dylan O’brien you can tell us that not many people would know?
(Source: crystalreedie, via nightrevelations)
