Dylan O'Brien Imagines

That Doesn't Matter// Dave

You and Dave were..something. You weren't officially together but you weren't not together.

You were slowly falling in love with him, but he didn't really notice. He was too in love with you, he couldn't see it back.

So when you guys lost your virginity, it was awkward. The beginning was hot, and steamy, enjoyable. But then, it became awkward.

You two had a fight. And he left. You both said things that shouldn't have been said. But it was too late, he was already gone, and he wasn't coming back. He wasn't a virgin anymore so he would do anyone and it wouldn't matter.

So when you realized you screwed up, you didn't want to call him, what were you going to say?

"Hey sorry I screwed up for first time but I'm bored," Didn't sound like the best apology.

So the next day when you see him outside, pacing around your driveway, you were genuinely shocked.

"Dave, what are you-"

"Shut up and let me talk," he cuts you off. "I know this sounds stupid, but I don't care about what happened. Okay? All I want, like in the world, is to just keep talking to you. I wanna know how your day was, where you wanna eat and I wanna argue with you. And I wanna hear all your theories, even the ones that are completely, you know, wrong. And I know it's not that simple, but I just think- no, I really believe if you just, if you'd just be willing to continue this conversation with me, then we can figure the rest out."

You start walking towards him, breaking into a run before you jump into his arms, slamming your lips onto his.

"About the sex th-" you start but he interrupts you.

"That doesn't matter anymore." He says and kisses your again.