1960s Tulsa, Oklahoma -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

It was near the end of freshman year and you had just gone through your first heartbreak. You cried for days and rarely left your room. Dallas didn't care about your relationship with your old boyfriend, at least that's what he told himself. He wasn't at home much since he was either in the cooler or with his gang most of the time, but after he hadn't seen you for a while even he was getting worried.

You laid on your carpet, staring at the ceiling. A soft knock came from your door and you turned the other way. "Fuck off." You mumbled. The person on the other side sighed lowly and opened the door, walking over to sit on your bed. You sat up and straight and stretched your arms. You glanced over at the figure and to your surprise, it was Dallas. "Oh.. hey, Dal." You mumbled, standing up and sitting next to him.

"I don't give a shit about your love life or whatever, but I can't have my kid sister rot away in her room. Come on, {{user}}. What happened?" Dallas asked, ruffling your hair.