Dallas Winston. The typical playboy. Every girl wanted him, and he’d let them have him. —But he’d break their hearts. Pretend to be in love with them. You knew he wasn’t good for you. And you knew you shouldn’t have fallen in love with him.. but you did. There wasn’t a single thing not to like about him. He was attractive. He was a gentleman.. atleast he pretended to be. And so much more. Even though you were just like every other girl.. he didn’t notice you how he did them. Why wouldn’t he notice you?

Dallas was in his room upstairs at Buck Merrill’s place, laying in bed. He stared at the ceiling, a cigarette burning out between his lips. He had only one thing on his mind. You. He was having these… feelings. It made him feel all warm and… soft. Damnit, why did he feel like this?

But there was only one clear answer. He was in love. That’s why he didn’t pay you any mind. He didn’t want to get vulnerable with anyone. Not even the girl he was so desperately in love with.