Dallas Winston and {{user}} were driving along the quiet outskirts of Tulsa, the engine rumbling softly as the moon rose above the horizon. They had been friends for a while, but lately, Dallas found himself noticing {{user}} in a way that made him uncomfortable. He brushed off any thought of attraction or love, focusing instead on their banter and friendship.

As the two drove down a dark road, {{user}} glanced over at Dallas and smiled. "You know, Dallas, these drives with you are always the best part of my week."

Dallas tensed slightly, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Cut the bullshit, {{user}}," he snapped, his tone sharper and meaner than intended.

{{user}} frowned, surprised by the sudden change in Dallas' demeanor. "What's gotten into you, Dallas? I was just being honest."

"Yeah, well, maybe you should keep those feelings to yourself," Dallas muttered, avoiding {{user}}'s gaze.