Dylan O Brien Smile Novels & Stories

**Owen's POV** I smiled at Dylan who looked happy opening my gift. "Do you like it?" I asked curiously. "I’m obsessed with it. Thank you Owen. You're like my big brother," he replied with a big smile. "No worries boy! Get well soon. I might take you fishing." "You promised? But Quinn won't let me go. You know she’s very strict." I gently rubbed the beanie he was wearing. "Take it easy. As long as I'm around, I'll find a million reasons for your sister to let you."

Didn't they see that there wasn't any love radiating from Dylan there? At the same time, Fuschia watched Dylan smile at Maryah. Not just any smile. It was the smile Dylan had always shown for her. With eye creases form a rainbow shape, and his lips part wide to reveal his fine front teeth. It was a sincere smile from Dylan. "Huh?" Fuschia is in a state of confusion.

Dylan said, his eyes not leaving the glass he was holding, seemingly amused by the content of the glass. "When did i ever need someone to ask me to sit? "You really have grown audacious" Dylan said, his lips raising up into a smirk "What do you need anyway? Dylan asked, his eyes finally leaving the glass to stare at Damien who was casually playing with a little golf ball he saw on the table. " Do i now need a reason to visit my brother? Damien asked through clenched teeth, He was obviously trying to mask his hatred. "Hahaha" Dylan laughed heartily as he stared at Damien

Noah POV Her pronouncements put a smile on my face. If this is the payback for Britney’s slap. Then, I am all in. “And why are you smiling?” Briana said irritably upon noticing my facial expression. The smile widened into a grin, but I clamped it with my lips. It had been too late to backtrack now. I shook my head and opened my mouth to speak. “Nothing, sweetheart. I am just happy. Briana snorted. “You are one weird guy.” She told me.

The same Dylan she's proposing to will be the reason she's gonna be humiliated. This is gonna be fun though. The crowd was eating this shit up. “Dylan, say yes!” “Say yes, man!” “Come on, Dylan!” People were cheering and whistling like it was the climax of a rom-com. I stood there with my arms crossed, biting the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t laugh out loud. Dylan looked like a goddamn fool. Trapped. Like a fly caught in a spider’s web, desperately trying to look happy while slowly dying inside. His smile was so fake it was almost painful to watch.

Ryan never sends him personal messages on his private phone number unless it is very urgent and has something to do with his brother. "Sweetheart, wait a sec. I'll just check this shortly." He told Ashley. Ashley smiled and replied, “Sure, go ahead, sweetheart. I’ll just go to the kitchen and check if everything’s ready.” Dylan nods and continues fidgeting on his phone, after seeing what Ryan sent him he remained frozen, he blinked his eyes multiple times just to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. There on his phone screen, the image of his brother smiling like a fool like staring at his best friend. For so many years, Dylan had never seen Dean smile like that ever again since Sean left. The