“Hey.” toi call to your bestfriend.

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

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

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

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

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

“Can toi please move?” He finally decides.

“Please? You, Dallas Winston, just a dit please. Obviously something is the matter.” toi smirk.

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

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

“Maybe I can’t.” He lowers his voice.

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

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

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

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

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

“I… I l’amour you.” He says.

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