You were best friends with Dallas, even though your parents didn’t approve of him. You always wearing his dog tag necklace. He was a criminal, a hoodlum, an aggressive, toxic guy. He wasn’t a guy you wanted to be in a relationship with.

Dallas had confessed many times, mostly when he was drunk, which was often. You would always brush it off and tell him to sober up. He’d sometimes ask if he waited if that maybe help you told him that patience won’t change how you felt for him.

You two were at the drive in. You had bough a big bucket of pocket and candy. You were just stuffing your mouth full of both.

“Slow down or you’ll choke idiot.” He grumbles while looking over to you.