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