THIRD PERSON

Today was the day. (Y/N)'s fingers excitedly ripped open the envelope she had just snatched from the mailbox. Her shaking hands extracted the letter, hurriedly unfolding it to reveal a typed letter.

Her eyes flickered around and around, reading further and further until she met the only words she cared about:

You have been accepted.

She almost dropped the mail itself. She got it. She was accepted.

(Y/N) remembered how it felt to get one of these from a college, but this one was different.

She had her actual dream job. Where she would make money.

   
She set it down and with a smile, ran her fingers through her hair, almost finding it unbelievable. God, she did it! After all the work she put into it, (Y/N) actually got it!

She did a small little dance in the foyer, before shoveling her phone out of her pocket instantly. She looked at the time and realized Dylan would be home soon and she could definitely give him the news in person. (Y/N) unlocked her phone and decided to ring up her mom.

Her mom, as she very much knew, wasn't exactly ecstatic about her career choice nor with her moving in with Dylan- but surely, now that she had the job, that would change, right?

(Y/N) clicked her contact and put the phone up to her ear, listening to it ring.

    "(Y/N)?"

She smiled. "Hey, Mom. How are you?"

   "Alright. You?"

(Y/N) became giddy. "That's actually what I was calling about. I have news."

   (Y/N) heard a sigh. "Are you pregnant? See, I told you that moving in was never the good choice and -"

Her eyebrows furrowed, a little hurt at the comment. "No, Mom, no. I- I got the job. You know, the one I was texting you about last month?"

   There was a silence for a moment.

"Oh," Her mother breathed. "You actually did that? Honey, I thought you were joking."

   (Y/N) calmed down, a little less happy than 30 seconds ago. "No, uh- it was real. I did it, and I got the job."

"Hmm-" Her mother hummed. "Well, I hope you know what you're doing. I warned you about getting a job like this."

   "Mom-" (Y/N) sighed. "I know what I'm doing. This is what I went to school for."

"Unfortunately." Her mother grumbled into the phone.

    (Y/N) was silent and with stinging eyes, decided that maybe her mother would just always not be proud of what she was pursuing. She was wrong about that. This was a bad decision.

"Okay-" (Y/N) gulped, licking her lips: "Well-uh- have a good day. I should probably start up on some dinner."

   "Do you cook?" Her mother scoffed. "I knew that boy would make you so everything, being all Mr. Famous-"

(Y/N) shut off her phone before her mother could finish.

Her chest felt tight and her hands were sweaty. The letter on the table didn't look so nice anymore, and instead reminded (Y/N) that she has yet to make her mom proud. She never would.

She knew this is what she wanted to do and that this was her dream job. (Y/N) wished the feeling of when she had first opened the letter was still here.

(Y/N) took off her shoes and with a forming headache, made a straight line for the living room couch, grabbed a blanket, and laid down to take as long as a nap as she could before she had to wake back up to this feeling.

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Her body was moved and her eyebrows furrowed, and she began to wake up. Her body was tired from the nap and she slowly sat up, opening her eyes to find Dylan crouched in front of her and the couch.

"Hey. . ." He gave her a soft smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You feeling okay?"

   (Y/N) was reminded of why she was taking a nap in the first place, but quickly put on a smile, nodding to Dylan.

"Yeah, yeah-" She assured him, fully sitting up. "Uh- sorry, I guess I laid down and couldn't help it when my eyes closed."

Dylan nodded, still watching her cautiously. Several minutes later, (Y/N) was still waking up and he was worried. She was never like this. Was she sick? Had something happened?

"Well, I ordered some take out." Dylan dropped his hand to her bicep, rubbing softly. "That sound good?"

(Y/N) nodded, giving a soft smile to Dylan as she began to stand up. Dylan did the same, following her into the kitchen, but stopped as he leaned against the doorway, continuing to watch her curiously as she began to pull out two wine glasses and a bottle.

"Did you get the mail today? I checked when I got home and there wasn't any in the box." Dylan asked, eyebrows furrowed. (Y/N) took a deep breath, opening the bottle with a nod.

"Yeah-" She spoke softly. "It's uh- on the table in the foyer."

Dylan nodded and left the doorway, making his way to the table. He saw the letters instantly, even one opened. Dylan picked it up, finding it was for (Y/N). He read down the letter, a smile making it's way onto his face. The other mail was just junk mail, so he made his way back to the kitchen with a smile and the letter in his hand.

(Y/N) had just set the bottle back down and Dylan came behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head with a grin.

"You- didn't tell me you got the job." Dylan hugged her tightly. He was so proud, she had been working so hard for the past weeks to make this portfolio they wanted and she had been so stressed about it- it was all over now.

Dylan was confused when he began to hear sniffles and felt her cry in his arms. His heart dropped and he spun her around, holding her jaw to look up at him. Tears slipped from her eyes and her cheeks began to turn pink.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Dylan soothed, pushing her hair back. "You got the job, I thought you'd be happy."

She sniffled, nodding a little as she did her best to wipe her tears. "I-I am, it's just. . . I was gonna surprise you with the news when you got home, so I called my mother and- and-"

Dylan sighed, knowing just how her mother felt about just about everything (Y/N). They were two different people and it was the largest strain on their relationship that her mother still didn't accept it, no matter how successful (Y/N) was.

He licked his lips. "What did she say?"

(Y/N) let out a shaky breath, biting her lip to keep it from trembling. "She- she still wasn't happy. Dyl, she was so rude! She complained about my college, complained about the job and telling me I should think if this is what I really want and then-! And then, she started complaining about me moving in and saying things about you-"

"Hey, hey-" Dylan eased her as she began to tear up even more. His thumbs, wiped away her wet cheeks, keeping her eyes on him. He gave a sweet smile to her, his honey eyes staring right into hers. "I don't care what she said about me, okay? Or us. We know we're good and I don't want you to start thinking anything just because your mother is."

(Y/N) nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. Dylan began to speak again.

"And your job is amazing. You got it, (Y/N). You worked your ass of for it and you got it. You're doing what you've worked so hard for, something you're good at, okay?"

(Y/N) sighed. "Dylan, she still doesn't believe in me-"

"Hey-" He interrupted. "Someone does. I do. I believe in you. This whole time, I knew you were going to get it because of how determined you were. You are so hard-working and I am so proud of you."

(Y/N) couldn't help the smile that grew on her face, shutting her eyes as she felt Dylan kiss the top of her head. She took a deep breath and finally began to calm down. She looked back up to Dylan and gave his lips a small kiss, making him grin back at her.

"And this is why I love you." (Y/N) smiled. Dylan did the same, before smirking and shrugging.

"I thought it was my devilishly good looks."

(Y/N) laughed aloud, nodding at Dylan with the same playful smirk on her face. Dylan chuckled, before looking right to her.

    "I love you too, (Y/N)." Dylan made sure she knew. (Y/N) couldn't help but blush and soon they both leaned in and gave a short, but loving kiss.

     He was all she needed and (Y/N) was glad because Dylan wasn't going anywhere.

A/N

    and so Spooky O'Brien month begins!

    love you all so much, (: