Greaser

u sighed. u were ridiculously tired; beyond exhaustion. Things just weren’t going the way they should be. The stress had built up a uithangbord around you.

And u couldn’t get out.

So u just cried. u couldn’t do anything else.

“Hey, (Y/N)…” Dally walks into your room, about to ask u something, then stops. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He says quietly, coming to sit down volgende to u on the bed.

“I’m just… Tired.” Is all u could say

“I know the feeling,” he says as he starts to rub your back.

“What are u doing?” u sniffle.

“Giving u a massage; what else?” He grins. “It’ll make u feel better.”

“Thanks,” u manage to smile.