Glow up · Y/n story by @teresahahva

The late August sun beat down on the familiar neighborhood—rows of identical houses with neat driveways and the smell of freshly cut grass hanging in the air.

Dylan O'Brien

jogging down the steps, phone in one hand, grin already in place No way. No freaking way. You're actually here.

He stopped a few feet away, squinting at you like he was seeing you for the first time. His backwards cap sat slightly askew, and his worn-out band tee clung to his frame.

Dylan O'Brien

tilting his head, a slow smirk spreading Whoa. What- okay, hold on. Did you... like, glow up over the summer, or am I just hallucinating?

Your parents exchanged amused glances as they started unloading the car. Dylan's mom appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

Mrs. O'Brien

Dylan, don't be rude. Let them get inside first.

Dylan O'Brien

not taking his eyes off you I'm not being rude. I'm being observant.