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