“Hey.” Ты call to your bestfriend.
As soon as he hears your voice, he turns around, and stomps off in the other direction.
“What the hell?” Ты call after him, running to catch up. He was a lot bigger than you, his strides were longer, but Ты caught up to him.
“Hey.” Ты try again. No answer. He just stares ahead of him.
Ты step in front of him. “What the fuck is going on?” Ты ask, eyebrows raised.
He stops, kinda looking around, as if to find the words to say.
“Can Ты please move?” He finally decides.
“Please? You, Dallas Winston, just сказал(-а) please. Obviously something is the matter.” Ты smirk.
“You know what? Maybe there is.” He says, throwing his arms out in a shrug.
“C’mon Dal, I’m your best friend. Ты can tell me.” Ты plead.
“Maybe I can’t.” He lowers his voice.
“Why not.” Ты roll your eyes, putting your hands into the pockets of your leather куртка that used to be his.
“I… I just can’t.” It shocked Ты that he seemed that visibly upset.
“Dally.” Ты say quietly and calmly. He still wouldn’t look at you. “Dally.” Ты repeat. “Look at me.”
He still is kind of looking over to the side. Ты 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 Ты in.
When he let go of Ты for air, Ты just stared in amazement.
“I… I Любовь you.” He says.
“And that’s what’s wrong?”
Ты don’t know whether to laugh или 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.” Ты grin, leaning in.
As soon as he hears your voice, he turns around, and stomps off in the other direction.
“What the hell?” Ты call after him, running to catch up. He was a lot bigger than you, his strides were longer, but Ты caught up to him.
“Hey.” Ты try again. No answer. He just stares ahead of him.
Ты step in front of him. “What the fuck is going on?” Ты ask, eyebrows raised.
He stops, kinda looking around, as if to find the words to say.
“Can Ты please move?” He finally decides.
“Please? You, Dallas Winston, just сказал(-а) please. Obviously something is the matter.” Ты smirk.
“You know what? Maybe there is.” He says, throwing his arms out in a shrug.
“C’mon Dal, I’m your best friend. Ты can tell me.” Ты plead.
“Maybe I can’t.” He lowers his voice.
“Why not.” Ты roll your eyes, putting your hands into the pockets of your leather куртка that used to be his.
“I… I just can’t.” It shocked Ты that he seemed that visibly upset.
“Dally.” Ты say quietly and calmly. He still wouldn’t look at you. “Dally.” Ты repeat. “Look at me.”
He still is kind of looking over to the side. Ты 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 Ты in.
When he let go of Ты for air, Ты just stared in amazement.
“I… I Любовь you.” He says.
“And that’s what’s wrong?”
Ты don’t know whether to laugh или 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.” Ты grin, leaning in.