the outsiders

Ugh. Trudging through the snow and cold home from a long day at work at the DX was not exactly what you had in mind for a Tuesday night, but whatever.

But then you stopped. The streetlights shone on the snow just right, making it glow and sparkle. It was pretty. The sky was so black, filled with stars. It was a good night.

And all of a sudden you found yourself on the ground.

“Oh my god I’m really sorry.” The boy who had knocked you down said, taking your hand and pulling you up. He looked familiar. He was Soda and Steve’s friend… The witty troublemaker. He was really cute.

“It’s...

“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 said please. Obviously something is...