Date: Sat, 24 Oct 2015 19:22:32 -0700
From: A B <redmondgayguy (at) yahoo.com>
Subject: Being Dylan O'Brien's Assistant - Chapter 5

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Being Dylan O`Brien`s Assistant

Chapter 5


The production meeting went well. Dylan introduced me as his friend and new
assistant. I could see it in Tyler Posey's face that he was a little
jealous. He was the star of the show and didn't have an assistant. I smiled
to myself, thinking, 'He'd never be able to afford me and his attitude
wouldn't allow me to work with him for long.' I had only met Tyler a couple
of times. We had never been introduced, but he had been at a few events
that I had been at also, while working with past clients. He was arrogant
and kind of full of himself. His Filmography wasn't very impressive and I
was a little put off by his attitude. Dylan had a much healthier career and
he has a better, more humble head on his shoulders. It was refreshing.


With the meeting over we headed back to the car. Tyler caught up with us
and pulled Dylan back a little. I slowed down as well, but kept out of
earshot. They were having a pretty heated conversation and then I heard
Dylan raise his voice slightly and say, "I'm sorry that it didn't work out
for you, Tyler. You'll have to accept it. But if you want to throw our
friendship away over it, then that's your choice, not mine. If you'll
excuse me." And he stormed off in my direction once again. "Let's go. Now."
He said to me in a strained voice as he put his sunglasses on and pulled
his hood up.


I turned towards the door again and opened it for him. He walked a little
faster than me towards the car. I kept an eye out for any potential danger
and unlocked the car as he got close to it. I quickly locked it after he
had opened the door. As I approached my car, I walked around it to make
sure there was nothing out of place. I got to the driver's side door and
got in.


I buckled up, started it and backed out of the spot. Dylan had kept his
hood up the entire time. I could tell that he was deep in thought and I
didn't think it was appropriate for me to break into that thought process
yet. I hadn't known him long enough to be sure what the proper procedure
was for him. I was going to try my hardest to stay quiet and let him show
me the signs it was ok to approach him again.


It was just about lunch time, so I figured he might be hungry, so I turned
towards one of my favorite lunch spots. Once there, I parked. He looked up
and around and asked "What are we doing here?"


"I thought you might be hungry, so I'm taking you to lunch. Here."


"Oh, okay," was his slightly distant reply. We got out of the car and
headed inside. I headed towards my favorite booth and sat down. He followed
me without saying anything. His head was down slightly and he had his hands
deep in his pockets.


I pulled a menu from the holder and placed it in front of him. The place we
were in had a diner type vibe and was fairly low key. The waitress brought
over ice cold water and placed a glass in front of each of us. I thanked
her and she asked if we wanted anything else to drink. I asked for a large
Pepsi. She looked at Dylan expectantly. "Dylan, would you like anything to
drink besides water?" I asked him.


He glanced up quickly and apologized. "No, water is fine. Thank you." He
looked back down at his hands which were in his lap.


I smiled at the waitress and said "Thank you."


She nodded, smiled and walked away to get my drink.


I looked at the menu briefly, already knowing what I wanted. I found what I
thought Dylan might like and made note of it. I put the menu down and
looked up to watch Dylan. The waitress brought me my Pepsi. I opened the
straw and took a sip. Still watching Dylan I finally asked him, "Penny for
your thoughts, Buddy."


He looked up at me with a confused look on his face, "What?"


"I'll give you a penny for your thoughts." I replied with a smile.


He smiled very faintly and looked down again. "I don't know. You probably
saw how Tyler was at the end of that meeting. He said some pretty hurtful
things when we were leaving and I'm not sure what to make of it. Just
thinking about it all." He looked up at me again and moved his hands from
his lap to the tabletop. "I just don't know how to feel yet. I'm sorry I'm
being a downer, but I just need time to think about it."


Tentatively I reached across the table and placed my hand on top of
his. His smile grew slightly. He then blushed and the smile faded. "I
understand how you're feeling. I won't pry and will wait in case you want
to talk about it. I'm here for you, no matter what." I said.


"Thanks, Jason. I greatly appreciate it." I felt the hand I was covering
move slightly and I took it as a sign that he was uncomfortable with the
contact and I pulled away while watching his face. I saw a spark in his eye
for just an instant and then his frown deepened again. I wasn't quite sure
what to make of it, but let it go.


"You better get a look at the menu before the waitress gets back." I said
as I made an exaggerated look at the menu under his hands. He smiled and
pulled it up to look at it.


"I have no clue. I've never been here before. What do you recommend?" He
asked.


"Well, I'm having the special. I'd the #14 for you." I replied with a
smile.


"Oh, that does look good. I think I will take that." He said as the
waitress came back.


"Have you boys had enough time to look over the menu and make a decision?"


"Yes, Ma'am. We're ready. I'll take the special and my friend here with
have the #14."


"Both good choices, I'll get those started right away." She replied taking
our menus and walking away.


Dylan and I chatted about his upcoming shooting schedule and I made notes
in his newly created calendar. I also took his phone from him and synced
some things that would make being his assistant a little easier. I
explained those things to him and we worked out a few details for some of
the more pressing events he had coming up. The food arrived and we dug in,
both enjoying a quiet meal together. I paid and we were off again.


We headed back to the apartment and I decided I was going to head to the
pool to get in some laps. I offered the opportunity to Dylan, but he
declined. I headed to my room to get ready, then headed down to the pool.


---


About an hour later I had rinsed off in the pool shower, dried and headed
back to the apartment. When I entered, Dylan was asleep on the couch with
the TV on. I grabbed a throw blanket and threw it over him while taking the
remote from him. I then headed to my room to properly shower and
change. After cleaning up I headed to the office and started to do some
work.


I had been working away for about two hours when I heard a knock on the
office door. "Yeah, it's open." I called out.


Dylan opened the door and came in, "Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to
apologize for falling asleep and being so distant today. Do you have a
little bit to talk?"


"Of course! There's no reason for you to be sorry, Dylan. Everyone deals
with things in their own way. Do you want to have a seat in here or would
you rather be in the living room?"


"The living room, please. I can't get over that couch."


"I know what you mean. It's a great couch. You head in there, I'll grab
some snacks and a bottle of wine."


I put some crackers and cheese on a plate and got out one of my better
bottles of red and uncorked it. Grabbing two glasses and the plate I headed
to the living room. I placed everything down on the coffee table and took a
seat. "So, what's up?" I asked.


The next two hours were spent with Dylan talking about Tyler's attitude
about Dylan now having an assistant and Dylan's career taking off. Tyler
was upset that Dylan was getting big roles in movies when he had been
passed up for some bigger roles. I gave him what little advice I
could. With my experience with celebrities it was pretty good stuff. We had
finished off the snacks and the bottle of red and were getting pretty
tired. I suggested we head to bed and get some rest.


I stood from the couch and turned to start grabbing our stuff from the
coffee table when I felt Dylan grab me into a hug from behind. "Thank you,
Jason. For everything. It's been a very long time since I've had a friend I
could confide in, that gave genuine advice and told me to just continue
being myself."


I turned around in his hug and hugged him back. It was a very intimate
moment and I just let myself get lost in it. Being slightly taller than
Dylan I rested my cheek on the top of his head and he turned and kind of
nuzzled my neck. I then turned my head a little and had my nose in his
thick hair. I inhaled deeply and enjoyed the scent of my crush. I was
getting too carried away. My hands were open and rubbing his back slightly
and we swayed lightly back and forth as the embrace continued. I had a
fleeting thought to turn on the stereo and start a slow dance with Dylan
but thought better of it.


As I started to pull back I heard Dylan sniffle lightly. When I looked at
his face I could see that tears were staining his face. I instantly
panicked. I knew I had taken it too far but I didn't mean to upset him. As
I reached up to wipe the tears from his face I realized what I was about to
do and started to drop my hand. He saw this and the look on his face turned
from confusion to disappointment. "Dylan, what's wrong? What did I do?" I
asked, panic clearly evident in my shaky voice.


"You didn't do anything, Jason. It's all me." He wiped the tears from his
face and turned towards the hallway. "Thanks again. I'll see you in the
morning. Goodnight."


I watched his retreating form and sighed. A whispered "Goodnight." escaping
my lips.


To say I was confused is an understatement. I picked up in the living room,
took the stuff to the kitchen and started the dishwasher. I then headed to
my room and started my nightly routine.


I crawled into my bed and quickly fell asleep. I don't know how long I had
been asleep but I woke due to movement on my bed. I heard Dylan mumble
"Can't be alone..." and the next thing I knew he was asleep with his back
pressed up against my side. He hadn't gotten under the covers so I was
unsure of what I was supposed to do. So I grabbed a blanket from the foot
of the bed and tried to spread it out over him without waking him. It was
clear that he wasn't awake when he came into my room. So I was just going
to let it pass and deal with it in the morning. I fell asleep again pretty
quickly and slept soundly.


---


When I woke next I realized Dylan had turned over in his sleep and his arm
was now across my chest and his face was nuzzled in my neck. I could feel
his shallow breaths moving the hairs on my neck and it was causing my
morning wood to pulse slightly. I had to get away from this situation. I
slowly started to maneuver myself out from under Dylan. I was trying to be
careful so I didn't wake him, but apparently I wasn't successful. Dylan
woke with a start. "Wha...where am I? Jason? Why am I in your bed?" He
quickly pulled away and looked at me expectantly.


"It's alright Dylan. Sometime during the night you came in here and laid
down. I heard you mumble something about not being alone and then you were
asleep on top of the covers. You were turned away from me when I fell
asleep again, but I woke up this morning and you were cuddled up with
me. Nothing happened. I literally just woke up and was trying to get out of
bed without waking you up so I could go and take a leak. I'm sorry for
waking you." By the end of my explanation, I was out of bed and moving
towards the bathroom. Trying to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal.


"Oh...Ok. I remember having a very vivid dream last night about being
alone. And I have been known to sleepwalk. I'm just surprised I made it in
here. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."


"There's no reason for you to apologize. You were asleep. I totally
understand. It was fine. Like I said, nothing happened and you were on top
of the covers, so no worries." I said as I flushed the toilet and washed my
hands.


By that time Dylan was up and had raked his hands through his bed head
hair. "Well anyway, I'm sorry for it and that's that. I'm going to grab a
shower. See ya in a few."


With that, Dylan left the room with me standing there staring after him. I
didn't know what to make of the tone of voice he had, but I wasn't going to
dwell on it. I needed my own shower and then some gym time.


*~*~*~*~*~*~*

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