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