Hi I'm Shane Walker, and I'm dead.

Arcade || Dylan & Shane

dylan—walker:

“You are right. I do know that. But I will keep doing it.” Dylan said with a smile. Then grabbed her shoulder and ran a finger down her face like she was crying. “Okay you can go ask that lady. I will wait here.” Dylan watched Shane walk over toward the front desk and then a different direction from which she was standing. She ran to catch up to him then said “My trip has been pretty good. How has your’s been?”

While walking down the hallway to the arcade room, he looked down and noticed that he still had the hickies from the other night all over his body. “Damnit.” He mumbled to himself, trying to fold his arms over so he could cover them up but still failed since they went all up and down. “Hopefully Dylan won’t notice.” He thought to himself even though she’d have to be blind not to. “Uh…” He stuttered trying to answer it without mentioning what happened, “It’s been good. Real good.” He replied with a cheeky smile that he couldn’t wipe off his face.

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