Sensory overload

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I am back here after a very long time, and this one was inspired by true events from my side (minus the boyfriend and the kissing...:( ), and yeah:3)

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If it came to feelings and emotions, many say, you'd be at the wrong address, if you'd ask Dallas Winston. But in reality, he tries his best.

We all remember Sylvia, right? And we saw how hurt he was, when Johnny asked him about her, and he had to tell, that she was two timing him again? He loved her, she loved him, they loved each other...He understands emotions and feelings, but at some point...It's just too much.

And that brings us to now.

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Y/N's parents had invited an old friend of theirs on short term notice, which they had me earlier whilst grocery shopping. It would've been okay for Y/N, if her parents gave her more than an hour notice.

Currently, Y/N was at home with Dallas, casually making out (as always xD), when they were interrupted by the phone ringing in the living room. With a groan, Dallas let her out from under him, laying on his back in the process.

,,The one time we got a moment to ourselves, and SOMEONE HAS to ruin it!''

,,Don't get all worked up now, Dal, it's probably just some advertisement call. Plus, how you talk right now, makes you sound like a husband.''

,,Great, something I DIDN'T wanted to be.''

Chuckling as she gave him a kiss, Y/N hurried downstairs, and was able to catch the call before the last ring.

,,Y/L/N residence, who am I speaking to?''

,,Y/N, it's me, mom! Listen, we met an old friend of ours, and invited him over. Could you please tidy the house a little bit? We should be home with him in the next hour. Okay? Bye!''

,,Bye...''

Great. An unknown person that Y/N had maybe met once, and probably, when she was a toddler or so.

Sighing, she made her way back to her room, after grabbing a few grapes from the fruit bowl.

,,So? What's up, buttercup?''

,,I hate to tell ya, but you have to go. My mom called, and she and dad met some old friend again, and invited him over. Best part about it is, that they're gonna be home in less than an hour...And my mom told me to tidy the house, so, yeah...''

,,Come 'ere, doll...''

Motioning for her to come sit with with him, Y/N made it comfortable for herself on Dally's lap, at which he instantly put his arms around her waist. Y/N didn't register any of that, and just absentmindedly ate the grapes she took earlier.

,,You'll wing it! On the other hand, why can't I stay? I'll be on my best behaviour!''

,,I would let you stay, if I knew, who it was, but since they didn't tell me...Could you promise me something?''

,,Bummer, but gotcha. And, what's up, doll?''

,,If I don't call you in two hours, please, just come by. Knock at the front door, and say, that you're bringing me my notebook, that I forgot at school, they'll let you in. Promise?''

,,Promise, baby.''

Smiling softly, Y/N took one of the grapes, feeding it to him.

,,Why, thank you, doll! You sure you're gonna be okay?''

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