“Hey.” u call to your bestfriend.

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

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

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

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

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

“Can u please move?” He finally decides.

“Please? You, Dallas Winston, just zei please. Obviously something is...

New Years Eve. The one night u had looked vooruit, voorwaarts to for the whole year. To spend it with Dally, your boyfriend, would be perfect. But of course, nothing is ever perfect. Dally walked out of the house during an argument this morning, and u hadn't heard from him since. u sit at home pagina alone, assuming Dally was out getting drunk of something. The phone rings, and your best friend asks u to go out and party with her. u agree to go to try to get your mind off of Dally, hang up the phone, and go to get ready. She picks u up and u guys drive to one of the neighbourhood parties. Your friend...