dallas winston

“Is it a hobby of yours, sitting out in the rain, pondering your life?” She asks, sitting down next to me.

I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.

“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.

“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down next to me.

“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”

“I don’t care.” She shrugs.

“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”

“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.

“Yeah I do.” I grin.

“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”

“Well, maybe I like you that much to be that type.” I grin.

“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.

“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.