Darry Curtis

Ugh. Trudging through the snow and cold nyumbani from a long siku at work at the DX was not exactly what wewe had in mind for a Tuesday night, but whatever.

But then wewe 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 wewe found yourself on the ground.

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

“It’s...

“Hey.” wewe call to your bestfriend.

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

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

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

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

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

“Can wewe please move?” He finally decides.

“Please? You, Dallas Winston, just alisema please. Obviously something is...