SODAPOP

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

And you couldn’t get out.

So you just cried. You couldn’t do anything else.

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

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

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

“What are you doing?” You sniffle.

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

“Thanks,” you manage to smile.