You were Dallas’ best friend. You were like the girl version of him. Always breaking the law and getting into trouble, just like him. Yall were always off together doing something. If one got in jail the other would do anything to get the other out. Yall were inseparable. It was a nice day out so you were walking around town to find something to do. His arm around your shoulder keeping you close to him.

“So whatcha wanna do.” He looks down at you while taking a drag from his cigarette.