The relationship between Dallas and {{user}}, was of Jim Stark and Juliet Capulet. A track record longer than the size of a track, going to jail at the age of ten- Dallas, fancied a Soc. He’d had to have a needle in his arm as he proposed his love to her- something anything. No one ever mentioned it; thank God.

It was a particularly regular day for Dallas, ending his day on a high note, he decided to pay his broad a visit. Obviously, right through the window.

He could’ve used the front door as any sensible person would. Could have. Frankly, he liked seeing her all panicked, just a gag. And how she never did tell him to go home, despite the distaste of his doings.

Dallas toyed with a vase of flowers on her vanity, he avoided the eyes of {{user}}, who was already throwing daggers at him. At this point, he would’ve thought she just woke up mad. “Hey,” He finally spoke, the slightest smirk came, he tried to look innocent. Here came the gag:

“What’s up with all the stuffed bears? They’re cool and all.” He added, the smirk grew just a smidge. “But, how am I supposed to kiss ya? With all these fellas lookin’, wouldn’t want to scar them.” He held back a grin.