Darry Curtis

Ugh. Trudging through the snow and cold Home from a long Tag at work at the DX was not exactly what Du had in mind for a Tuesday night, but whatever.

But then Du stopped. The streetlights shone on the snow just right, making it glow and sparkle. It was pretty. The sky was so black, filled with stars. It was a good night.

And all of a sudden Du found yourself on the ground.

“Oh my god I’m really sorry.” The boy who had knocked Du down said, taking your hand and pulling Du up. He looked familiar. He was Soda and Steve’s friend… The witty troublemaker. He was really cute.

“It’s...

“Hey.” Du call to your bestfriend.

As soon as he hears your voice, he turns around, and stomps off in the other direction.

“What the hell?” Du call after him, running to catch up. He was a lot bigger than you, his strides were longer, but Du caught up to him.

“Hey.” Du try again. No answer. He just stares ahead of him.

You step in front of him. “What the fuck is going on?” Du ask, eyebrows raised.

He stops, kinda looking around, as if to find the words to say.

“Can Du please move?” He finally decides.

“Please? You, Dallas Winston, just sagte please. Obviously something is...