“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.
bạn 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 the matter.” bạn smirk.
“You know what? Maybe there is.” He says, throwing his arms out in a shrug.
“C’mon Dal, I’m your best friend. bạn can tell me.” bạn plead.
“Maybe I can’t.” He lowers his voice.
“Why not.” bạn roll your eyes, putting your hands into the pockets of your leather áo khoác that used to be his.
“I… I just can’t.” It shocked bạn that he seemed that visibly upset.
“Dally.” bạn say quietly and calmly. He still wouldn’t look at you. “Dally.” bạn repeat. “Look at me.”
He still is kind of looking over to the side. bạn reach up, and touch his cheek, moving his face so his eyes were looking into yours. “Now tell me what’s wr-“
His lips crashed into yours. It was a long, sweet kiss. His hands were on your cheeks, pulling bạn in.
When he let go of bạn for air, bạn just stared in amazement.
“I… I tình yêu you.” He says.
“And that’s what’s wrong?”
bạn don’t know whether to laugh hoặc cry.
“Yeah,” he says, his eyes watering a bit. “It’s scary. Because it means I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t lose me.” bạn grin, leaning in.
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.
bạn 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 the matter.” bạn smirk.
“You know what? Maybe there is.” He says, throwing his arms out in a shrug.
“C’mon Dal, I’m your best friend. bạn can tell me.” bạn plead.
“Maybe I can’t.” He lowers his voice.
“Why not.” bạn roll your eyes, putting your hands into the pockets of your leather áo khoác that used to be his.
“I… I just can’t.” It shocked bạn that he seemed that visibly upset.
“Dally.” bạn say quietly and calmly. He still wouldn’t look at you. “Dally.” bạn repeat. “Look at me.”
He still is kind of looking over to the side. bạn reach up, and touch his cheek, moving his face so his eyes were looking into yours. “Now tell me what’s wr-“
His lips crashed into yours. It was a long, sweet kiss. His hands were on your cheeks, pulling bạn in.
When he let go of bạn for air, bạn just stared in amazement.
“I… I tình yêu you.” He says.
“And that’s what’s wrong?”
bạn don’t know whether to laugh hoặc cry.
“Yeah,” he says, his eyes watering a bit. “It’s scary. Because it means I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t lose me.” bạn grin, leaning in.