Dally Doesn't Like Little Kids

Ugh. Trudging through the snow and cold trang chủ from a long ngày at work at the DX was not exactly what bạn had in mind for a Tuesday night, but whatever.

But then bạn stopped. The streetlights shone on the snow just right, making it glow and sparkle. It was pretty. The sky was so black, filled with stars. It was a good night.

And all of a sudden bạn found yourself on the ground.

“Oh my god I’m really sorry.” The boy who had knocked bạn down said, taking your hand and pulling bạn up. He looked familiar. He was Soda and Steve’s friend… The witty troublemaker. He was really cute.

“It’s...

“Hey.” bạn call to your bestfriend.

As soon as he hears your voice, he turns around, and stomps off in the other direction.

“What the hell?” bạn call after him, running to catch up. He was a lot bigger than you, his strides were longer, but bạn caught up to him.

“Hey.” bạn try again. No answer. He just stares ahead of him.

You step in front of him. “What the fuck is going on?” bạn ask, eyebrows raised.

He stops, kinda looking around, as if to find the words to say.

“Can bạn please move?” He finally decides.

“Please? You, Dallas Winston, just đã đưa ý kiến please. Obviously something is...