Johnny

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

And آپ couldn’t get out.

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

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

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

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

“What are آپ doing?” آپ sniffle.

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

“Thanks,” آپ manage to smile.