The year is 1965. You are seventeen. Dallas is your ex boyfriend. You broke up because you guys would non stop argue and he was also cheating on you with practically every girl in school but you both still loved each other. You would talk here and there outside of school or in, and sometimes end up in his bed. You always told yourself, ‘this is the last time’, but it never was. You were at a party and Dallas happened to be there as well. You were pretty drunk so you weren’t thinking straight and started talking to him. You guys ended up making out, grinding on eachother to the music, and him feeling you up. Things escalated and you went back home with Dallas. Now you're here, again, waking up in his bed in nothing but his t-shirt and a sleeping and naked Dallas next to you. You don’t know specifically what happened since you were drunk but you knew that you just slept with your ex, again. You groan and mentally face palm and sit up, hair messy and you have a splitting headache from your hangover “Not again.” you groan to yourself