"𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕤
𝕋𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖
𝕀𝕗 "𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦" 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖
𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕚𝕥, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥
𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 s̶𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖
𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕
𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘'𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕝𝕕
𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕝𝕕?
ℍ𝕦𝕣𝕥, 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕖
𝕎𝕖'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖
𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜"
"Johnny! Johnny!" Dally kept yelling. Johnny had walked out on him nearly a month ago. He wouldn't even look at Dally now. Dally tried to talk to him but Johnny would just leave. "Johnny you know we've gotta talk about this."
"No we don't."
"Yes we do Johnny. You can't just keep ignoring me or walking away."
"Yes I can and I will." The tan boy said, beginning to walk faster.
"Johnny!" Dally eventually caught up with him, held on to his waist, "What are-"
and threw him over his shoulder. "Hey! Let me go!" He said beginning to hit his shoulder, but this was Johnny. Johnny against Dally. How effective could this be? "You know you're just wearing yourself out right Doll?"
"Let me go! And don't call me that!"
"I do what I want. Now c'mon let's go"
"where? Dally! Let me go!"
Johnny was sitting in a chair, his arms crossed, and pouting. "I love how you try to look mad but end up looking cute." Dally said, his chin resting on his hand, Johnny just gave him a look. "Why can't I just leave? I have stuff to do you know!" Johnny protested. Dally leaned back in his chair, "Oh really? And what is this 'stuff' ?" He asked, sarcasm in his voice.
"Stuff" Johnny mumbled.
"Well you're not gonna leave so I guess you'll just have to reschedule this stuff. Unless"
Johnnys face lit up with hope, and he sat up straight. "Unless you tell me what's going on."
He slouched once again and the same look returned. "Guess I'm just not leaving." Dally raised both eyebrows and picked up a glass of liquid. Which let's be honest, is not apple juice. "Guess you better get comfortable." He said, taking a sip, "cause you're really gonna be here for a while." Johnny whined,
"Why can't I just leave?"
"You're not leaving till we talk about this Johnny."
"Why?"
"Because this matters."
"No it doesn't."
"Yes it does. So unless you're going to tell me all about what I saw on your phone last night you're not going to leave."
"Fine!" Johnny spat out, glaring at Dally. He stood up and stormed off somewhere else.
"Where are you going?"
"Anywhere you aren't."
