SODAPOP

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

And tu couldn’t get out.

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

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

“I’m just… Tired.” Is all tu could say

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

“What are tu doing?” tu sniffle.

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

“Thanks,” tu manage to smile.