Dylan O'Brien Imagines

How We Mets

(BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW HOW MUCH HE LOVES THE METS!)

It was another monday morning, the sun was shining through the window warming up your body as you made breakfast. You watched as your neighbours kids played in the street. You looked down and saw that the eggs were cooked so you shook them on to three plates with some hash browns and fruit. You put the plates on the table and yelled up to the kids.

"Kids breakfast is ready!" You immediately heard foot steps running down the stairs.

"No running!" you yelled as they ran anyway with the dog following behind them. You put down his bowl of dog food and he started eating like he hasn't eaten in three days, when in reality he ate last night.

"Listen to your mother" Your husband said as he walked into the kitchen. "Good morning" he said placing a hand on your hip and kissed your cheek.

"Good morning honey" you said walking back around the counter and filling a batman and a Princess lunch box with a sandwiches, vegetables, fruit and a juice box. You went and sat down with your family to have breakfast.

"Mommy, yesterday Kate told me her parents met on vacation in cuba, how did you guys meet?" You look at Dylan and he smiled.

"Well I was on my way to a mets game with your aunt (Y/BFF/N)...."

***

You walk out to the stadium, for some reason it was always so exciting. Most people hated sitting in the dirty baseball bleachers, but you loved it. The air was filled with the smell of hot dogs and beer. From the top, all you could see were baseball caps. And all the way down was the diamond, with a fresh coat of white paint and the grass a glimmering green. How could you not get excited? You start to make your way down the steps to get to your seat. You stop too look back down at your ticket.

"Row 2, seat 4" you whisper to yourself.

"(y/n) wait up," you best friend yells. Unlike you, she didn't understand the beauty of going to watch a baseball game. She found it dirty, and stinky and all in all, just gross. You two were very different, you would rather go camping in the woods and she would rather go shopping. So when you went with her to that sale at Brandy Melville and watched her try on about every outfit, she owed you one. "Slow down girl, it doesn't start for another 20 minutes" she says walking down the stairs behind you, hearing her every step in those high heels.

"I wanna get to our seats" you say walking down again.

"Why are we here again?" she asks whining.

"2 reasons. One, hello? The Mets are playing and two it's fun." you say shuffling your way down through the seats. You found your seat and you sit down, you were a little relived to see the person beside you to be a young man who had a pretty nice body unlike the usual fourty year old fat guy stuffing down three chilly dogs. You couldn't see the guy's face because he was talking to another young man with darker skin and a weird jaw line. 

You stare at your best friend take out some wipes and start to wipe the chair. You roll your eyes at how out of place she was, it was a little funny to watch. After she was done wiping the chair she layed down three napkins and then finally sat down. 

"Really?" You said.

 "What? This is a new skirt I'm not about to get mustard on it now am I?" She whips her hair and you roll your eyes again and smile.

 "I told you to dress casual" 

 "This is casual" she says whipping her hair again."How long is this again, i'm hungry"

"You wanna get hot dogs" you say looking around for the man yelling "hot dogs!"

"Hot dogs" she says in disgust, "i can't eat that, do they have any organic,gluten free food?"