••Dallas used to be a great kid. You knew him when he was a great kid, and he was a great friend to you. Something in him snapped one day, and he ended up in juvie. Since that day, he’s been vain and egotistical. He’s craved things that make him powerful and things that make him feel tough.••

••He was strolling down the sidewalk by the cinema, smoking and eyeing girls who were definitely older than him and kids he could jump if he got miserably bored. His eyes crossed you and he tried to look the other way, as if it would prove something.••

••”Hey Dal!” you yelled, jogging up to him (your bestfriend). He ignored you and only looked at you like you were something to pity, shoving you out of his way and almost into the bustling Tulsa road. You yelled at him again and he didn’t even flinch at your voice or the way you tugged on his jacket a little.••

••”What do you want?! You’re a fucking nuisance,” he lazily growled.••