#daltonmarvelli

“Dalton?” Blake thought he’d never have a reason to utter that name again, and yet there he was, staring at the familiar face before him in disbelief. “I heard the only thing left of you was your foot. Am I hallucinating?” Blake wondered aloud, but was met with silence. As he got nearer to the boy, Blake caught sight of bruises blooming on the boy’s flesh, chunks of his shoulders and cheeks missing, offering Blake a gruesome sight he would never forget. “Dalton?” Blake asked again, this time his voice much softer, shakier, as he tried to conceal his alarm. He had just found the boy, he wouldn’t lose him again so easily. “Where did they attack you? Are they still around? Shit, how am I going to get you to camp?” Blake asked, knowing he wouldn’t be given an answer. Inhaling a large breath of air, Blake scooped up Dalton in his arms, an act he’d had to do too many times since the apocalypse had begun. “Do you want to pay me now, or once we get to camp?” Blake laughed to himself, the surprising grin on his face more unsettling than any of the events that had unfurled since he’d caught sight of Dalton. All in all, Blake couldn’t help but admit he was glad to see his friend, if he could call him that, from what felt like a lifetime ago. 

So I was just wondering, what level are we at? Like are we bro enough where if I wanted to I could show up at your house and ask for a brojob? Or are we just bro enough where I could direct a girl in the direction of your house so you can jackhammer your throat? These are very important questions and  I need answer. Also did you steal my reece’s. I was gonna use them for s’mores and now they’re just gone, just like my ponies. I feel so robbed right now, do you know how it feels to lose everything you love? First my ponies and now my reece’s.  Everything good in life is gone and all I have left is some tic tacs and stale lucky charms.

Grace actually enjoys Dalton as a person a lot. They became pretty close in college for a bit, but when he decided to streak at one of her games she took it as an insult. No amount of ‘but it was just a joke gracie girl’ would get her to listen. Ever since them, Grace wouldn’t exactly call them friends, but she doesn’t really hate him. Does he embarrass her? Constantly. But it’s become part of their routine now. She kinda thinks he’s pretty funny, but God forbid she ever tell him that.

Hello, butter boy.

“do you think we’ll ever just hang out?”

you know, regardless of the fact that i’ve seen way too much of you for my liking, you’re actually sort of charming in your own way. i’d like to consider you a friend.

!!!! she has the curly hair, h gives her a piggyback at one point an d falls over........................romantic