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❝two damaged people, trying to heal each other is love.❞
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"NAOMI, NAOMI, WAKE up!" I shot out of bed, scaring Johnny half to death.
How the hell did I get back home? I don't even remember anything about last night.
"Um, Johnny, do you know how I got home?" I asked, looking down at what I was wearing. I was in Dally's t-shirt.
"Dal took you home, but that's the problem! He just ran out the house not too long ago and didn't say where he was going. I'm kind of worried about him and thought you might know where he is."
My eyes went wide. "He left?! Johnny I don't even remember anything I did last night I was so piss-drunk!"
I looked down at Dally's shirt again and started freaking out. "Did Dally dress me?!"
Johnny started giggling at my frantic state. "Dally may be a 'bad' person, Naomi, but he would never do that to a girl while she's drunk. He probably threw you his shirt and let you get dressed. You were totally ripped last night, though."
I groaned, falling back on the bed. I wish I could remember something about last night. "Oh yeah, Maya came by and she wanted me to tell you thanks for the art on her bedroom wall." Johnny spoke, an amused grin on his face.
"Oh, yeah!" I started giggling. "I totally wrote some rude things on her wall. I don't remember anything else though."
"Well, please hurry up and get dressed, Naomi! I need to find out where Dal is."
I nodded and quickly got dressed as soon as Johnny walked out. Why would Dallas just run away? It doesn't make any sense.
After I got ready, I pulled Johnny out the door, running towards the Curtis's. When I entered, everyone turned their heads towards me. "Guys, do you know where Dallas is?"
They all shook their heads, and I started freaking out even more. "What?! Do you know where he could be?"
Soda giggled and stood up in front of me, putting his hands on my shoulders. "Naomi, Dallas is okay wherever he is. He does this all the time. He just runs and leaves somewhere and comes back a few days later. He hasn't done it as much as he usually does. Probably because of you is why he stayed here for so long."
