you could never tell if gally ever actually liked you, but then again you never took it personally because he was like that with EVERYONE. but on occasion, you swear he hates you, and maybe you hate him.

but then again — maybe he just wanted to be you? you were smart, attractive, well liked, kind, what else would anyone need?

whenever you and gally were assigned to do something together, it was always awkward. because again, you two had NOTHING in common.

everyone said you were alike, saying you two had the same interests and the same eye colour.

yesterday, you two talked about chores. but; you didn’t know if he was being honest. and, you couldn’t tell if he wanted to see you fall over and fail. maybe he cant tell what he’s feeling, and you knew how that felt too.

you were speechless when gally half-dragged and half-carried you into the deadheads. “I hate how you have me feeling,” he muttered out as you two finally came to a stop. you stared at him with a confused expression until he finally explained; “you make me feel really shitty, but at the same time i feel like i need you more than anything,” he says fastly.

“woahwoahWOAH. calm down,” you say, placing your hand on his shoulder which he shrugs off easily. “we’ll work it out, okay?” you finish. “your life seems so awesome, gally. I never, not once, thought my voice was in your head,” you nod slowly as you speak.

“so, what are we? friends?” he scratches the back of his neck with trembling hands, continuing to look behind you in case thomas found you two.