“Wait, but, uh, you’re not going alone— are you?” He questioned, one of his brows raising as he looked at you curiously.

Being best friends with Donnie was a job which not very many people were willing to do.

But you, you were the one person who actually paid him any piece of mind. He wasn’t used to that sort of attention, and he couldn’t deny that every time you acknowledged him — he loved it.

Ever since you’d moved to town, he’d sort of had his eye on you. Not in a creepy way, or at least not in an intentionally creepy way, he just sort of thought you seemed interesting and he wanted to get to know you.

And when you willingly sat beside him in class, which, keep in mind, is the first time anyone has ever done that, that made him even more drawn to you. Since then you’d become friends with him. Close friends.

Though he was clingy, and he hated the idea of you doing anything without him — so in a way, he was quite a handful.

“Let me go with you,” He requested, his words seeming more like he was telling you he was going rather than asking. “You know, to uh— to keep you company.”