“Hey.” te call to your bestfriend.
As soon as he hears your voice, he turns around, and stomps off in the other direction.
“What the hell?” te call after him, running to catch up. He was a lot bigger than you, his strides were longer, but te caught up to him.
“Hey.” te try again. No answer. He just stares ahead of him.
You step in front of him. “What the fuck is going on?” te ask, eyebrows raised.
He stops, kinda looking around, as if to find the words to say.
“Can te please move?” He finally decides.
“Please? You, Dallas Winston, just detto please. Obviously something is...
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