SODAPOP

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

And anda couldn’t get out.

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

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

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

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

“What are anda doing?” anda sniffle.

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

“Thanks,” anda manage to smile.