Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2016 01:56:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: A B <redmondgayguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Being Dylan O'Brien's Assistant - Chapter 13

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Being Dylan O'Brien's Assistant

Chapter 13

Dylan and I enjoyed a shower together and then spent the day cuddling in
the living room watching TV and movies. We fixed a light lunch and then
went out to dinner that evening. We tried to spend as much time together as
possible because we both knew that Dylan would be starting up his filming
schedule in the next day or so for the next season of Teen Wolf and we
wouldn't see much of each other.

That night as we lay in bed together I asked Dylan, "Now that the Teen Wolf
staff knows about you and us, have you come up with a plan for the other
projects?"

"I hadn't thought much of it. I did see an email from my agent today,
saying that he wanted to meet for lunch soon to discuss some things. I have
a feeling that is what it's about."

"Why didn't you tell me? I'm supposed to be your assistant," I said with a
smile and a slight push to his shoulder.

He laughed and said, "I was going to tell you. I was just enjoying our day
together so much I didn't want to ruin it with work stuff. I'll forward the
email to you in the morning and you can contact him to set up a time. How
does that sound?"

"That's perfectly reasonable. Thank you," I replied with a kiss.

He smiled at me and said, "Whatever happens, it will all be ok. We have
each other and nothing can get in the way of that."

"So very true, Baby. I love you. Good night."

"Good night. I love you too," he said as he turned away and backed into my
side for me to hold him. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight.

--

We sat down to hot cereal the next morning for breakfast and I said, "I
think I want to have Tyer over again sometime soon, for dinner. I think
Brian should come too. They might get along really well."

Dylan looked up from his bowl, "Who's Brian?"

"Brian is the guy you kissed me in front of yesterday at the gym. He told
me he had a crush on me and he's mad at himself for not making a move
sooner."

"Oh. Should I be worried?" He asked as he looked down at his bowl again,
clear sadness present in his voice and face.

I reached across the small table and touched his face, prompting him to
look up and into my eyes. "Never. You're the one I want and that will never
change."

He smiled and replied, "Ok. So, you think Tyler and this Brian guy will hit
if off?"

"I think so. They may not be right for each other in the long run, but they
may be good for each other for a little while. I'm not sure if Tyler is
really ready for a relationship right now. But if we can plant a seed,
maybe he'll be able to move on a little faster, you know?"

Dylan's smile grew slightly, "Yes, I understand completely. Let's do it."

--

We finished breakfast, had a quick workout and swim then showered and got
dressed for the day. Dylan was starting his recording time for the new
season of Teen Wolf today and I was going to contact his agent to set up a
time to meet with Dylan and to introduce myself.

We pulled into the parking lot and headed for the production office where
everyone was to meet before starting the process.

I asked Dylan, "Do you want me to stay here? Or should I go find a coffee
shop to work at? I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"I don't know. I see other crew members that have their assistants around,
but I don't think you need to be here. It's not like we're going to be
doing much that requires your presence."

"I completely agree. I will find a coffee shop close by and do some work. I
need to contact the production crew for the Maze Runner so that I can find
out more about your schedule. I also need to get ahold of your agent. Did
you forward that email to me yet?"

"I forgot. Sorry, let me do it right now," he said as he pulled out his
phone and tapped away. "Hey! Let's take a picture for Twitter." And he
proceeded to pose us for a selfie. It turned out well and he posted it
right away with a caption of "First day of getting ready for the next
season!"

I smiled at him and thought to myself, `People are going to wonder who that
other guys is...' But let it drop as soon as the thought formed.

Without thinking about it, I leaned in and kissed him, saying, "Have a good
day, Ba..." but I didn't get to finish my statement as I was interrupted by
cat calls and shouts of "Get some, Dylan!" and the like. Dylan instantly
blushed and I started to apologize, but he stopped me right away and said,
"Thank you. I hope you have a good day too, Baby." Then he kissed me and
turned to head towards his co-workers, who were still cat calling and
making obscene comments. I smiled and shook my head as I turned towards the
door and made my way back to the car.

--

After running a few errands and stopping at the store for a couple of
things, I drove back to the studio and parked in the lot outside the Teen
Wolf production office and grabbed my bag and headed to one of the coffee
shops around the corner. I figured parking here would be easier than trying
to find street parking near the shop.

Once inside and after ordering, I sat at a booth in the corner and pulled
out my computer and phone. I quickly emailed Dylan's agent, and let him
know who I was and that I'd be calling shortly to schedule a time to meet.

I quickly got to work making the other calls and sending emails I had
planned on doing today. After about an hour I decided I had waited long
enough and called Dylan's agent.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Mr Stevenson please," I requested.

"One moment, may I ask who's calling?" The receptionist asked.

"Yes, this is Dylan O'Brien's new assistant, Jason Andrews."

"Oh yes, of course. He's expecting your call. One moment."

"Thank you."

After a brief hold I heard, "Hello Mr Andrews, John Stevenson here. How are
you today?"

"I'm fine, thank you. How are you?" I asked.

"I'm doing alright Mr Andrews. I am a little concerned about Dylan though."

I was prepared for this, so I replied, "How do you mean? Have the rumors
already started?"

"Yes, they have. So you know what this is about already. Well, I don't want
to discuss it with you until I've spoken to Dylan. I'm sure you
understand. The relationship between an agent and his talent is a sacred
thing. I only want to protect him."

"I completely understand. And I thank you for your candor. I've worked with
celebrities for quite a few years and it's rare that you hear an agent
wanting to protect his client's best interests so strongly."

"You're quite right on that. A lot of my colleagues are all about the money
and it's a shame. Anyway, I'd really like to meet you. Can you, Dylan and I
grab dinner tonight? I know I requested a lunch appointment but I'm free
tonight if you and Dylan are. Say 8ish or so?"

I replied, "Sure, that sounds good. We hadn't made dinner plans
yet. Dylan's working on Teen Wolf today and when he's finished I'll let him
know. I'll email you shortly with the place's information as soon as I've
made a reservation."

"Thanks Jason. I appreciate that. It was good to talk to you. Keep our
Dylan safe, will you?"

"With my life. We'll talk to you late Mr Stevenson."

"Bye"

I hung up the phone and immediately went to my contacts. I dialed the
number I wanted. The call was answered within a couple of rings, "Jason, my
good man! What can I do for you?"

"Hello Joel, it's good to hear your voice. I'm sorry I haven't been into
the restaurant since I've been back in town, but it has been a crazy last
couple of weeks. But I know you're probably busy with lunch, so I'll get
right to the point. I need a quiet table for 3 tonight at 8pm. Can that be
arranged?"

Joel replies with all manner of excitement, "Of course! Anything for one of
my favorite people! Your table will be waiting. Any special requests?"

"Thank you Joel. I knew I could count on you. Ummm...A nice chilled bottle
of your almost best white if you don't mind. It should be a mellow meeting
and I want something light to help keep that mood."

"Done. We'll see you just before 8."

"See you, bye."

I hung up the phone and quickly sent an email to Mr Stevenson giving him
the name, address and phone number for the restaurant and confirmed the
reservation was for 8pm.

I then sent a text to Dylan.

*From Jason: Hey Babe. I hope you're having fun. We have a dinner
reservation for 8pm tonight with John. I hope that's ok. Will you be done
in time to get a shower and changed?

I put my phone down, not expecting a reply right away. No sooner had I put
it down that it vibrated. I picked it up and it was Dylan's reply.

*From Dylan: That's absolutely fine. I apparently didn't even need to be
here today. I'm not in any scenes.

*From Jason: Oh. I thought they asked for you to be there...

I pulled the schedule I had gotten from the production team up on my
computer and confirmed that he was supposed to be there today. I was
slightly confused.

*From Dylan: They did. But they didn't adjust the schedule correctly after
the fiasco on Sunday.

*From Jason: Ah. That's right. The manager cancelled the rest of the day
Sunday. So that pushed everything back I suppose.

*From Dylan: Yep. Now I'm stuck here for another 2 hours. Then I'm free. So
we should have plenty of time.

*From Jason: Perfect. I'll be at the car in 2 hours. Unless you want me to
meet you somewhere else at the studio?

*From Dylan: I'll meet you at the car. I want to get out of here as quickly
as possible. I'm just reading scripts. It's boring.

*From Jason: I understand. I'll be waiting for you, Love.

*From Dylan: I can't wait. X

I put my phone down and continued working. I read the reply from Mr
Stevenson that he had the time and place. He mentioned that he can never
get into this particular restaurant last minute. He always had to make
reservations weeks in advance. I wasn't going to tell him I was friends
with the manager. I wanted him to be surprised and impressed by my
connections that I hardly ever took advantage of.

I made adjustments to the travel arrangements I had made last week and
finalized some other things. Before I knew it, almost 2 hours had passed
and I needed to book it to get back to the car on time. So I shut
everything down, packed up my bag and made for the door. Thanking the
person behind the counter as I passed and placed my cup in the tub by the
door.

I walked back to the car and made it just as I saw Dylan coming out of the
production office. I unlocked the car and placed my bag behind my seat and
went around the car to greet Dylan.

He had a smile on his face that made me melt. He was genuinely happy to see
me and I was too. His pace sped up slightly the closer he got to me and he
practically threw himself into my arms as he got to me. I hugged him and
kissed the side of his neck. "Hey Baby. I'm so happy to see you. Have a
good day?" I asked.

"I'm so happy to see you too. Yeah, it was ok. Except for not really
needing to be here. But that's neither here nor there. So yeah, it was
good."

I then heard Tyler call out, "Hey Jason!"

I turned towards the sound of his voice and he was making his way towards
us. As he got to me, I pulled him into a hug and said, "Hey Tyler. How are
you doing?"

"I'm doing really well. Thanks. How are you?"

"I'm good. Missed this guy today, but I'm good," I said, smiling as I
pulled Dylan to me and held him close.

"Dude, he was a basket case in there. I'm surprised he didn't ditch after
he found out he wasn't on camera today."

"I was NOT a basket case," Dylan retorted.

"Yes you were. You were pacing back and forth across the room, flipping the
pages of your script dramatically, sighing really loudly every once in
awhile. It was was hilarious. I'm surprised I didn't have to redo more
scenes from laughing too much," Tyler said with a huge smile on his face
and a laugh to his voice.

"It wasn't THAT bad. You're just trying to make me seem desperate."

"Aren't you?" Tyler asked, stepping back quickly as Dylan tried to attack
him.

I just laughed at them. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad. We texted a little
and I'm sure if Dylan wanted me to come and get him, he would have asked."

"I was going to, but then I realized you needed to get some actual work
done. So I stayed and did a little of my own. Even though I wasn't really
focused on it," Dylan replied with a slight blush to his face.

"Oh really? Was someone on your mind?" I asked.

Dylan looked away, obviously embarrassed. "No." Was his only reply.

I pulled him to me and hugged him. "Thank you Baby. You were on my mind a
lot today, too. But you were right. I needed to get some work done. So I
appreciate the consideration."

"You too. You're going to make everyone else jealous that they can't find
their `one'. I know I am, slightly," Tyler said, still smiling.

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