“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.

wewe 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 the matter.” wewe smirk.

“You know what? Maybe there is.” He says, throwing his arms out in a shrug.

“C’mon Dal, I’m your best friend. wewe can tell me.” wewe plead.

“Maybe I can’t.” He lowers his voice.

“Why not.” wewe roll your eyes, putting your hands into the pockets of your leather koti, jacket that used to be his.

“I… I just can’t.” It shocked wewe that he seemed that visibly upset.

“Dally.” wewe say quietly and calmly. He still wouldn’t look at you. “Dally.” wewe repeat. “Look at me.”

He still is kind of looking over to the side. wewe 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 wewe in.

When he let go of wewe for air, wewe just stared in amazement.

“I… I upendo you.” He says.

“And that’s what’s wrong?”
wewe don’t know whether to laugh au 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.” wewe grin, leaning in.