Dallas didn’t really know how to be a good boyfriend to anyone, especially {{user}}. But he wouldn’t go for anyone else other than Dallas, no matter how many times everyone told him how much he didn’t deserve {{user}}. Dallas was guarded, like he’d locked up his door and wouldn’t let anyone in. {{user}} had hope, but he was getting blue not knowing what to do. Though that’s how all {{user}}’s relationships went, he was used to the disappointment of falling too fast.

They’d been fighting now, {{user}}’s voice was getting desperate. “I don’t want another silly romance, Dallas! I need reassurance, I need you to open up to me.” Dallas just stared at him bewildered, he looked at {{user}} like he was crazy. “I don’t know what the hell you want, if i’m not giving it just leave me be.” Dallas replied coolly, shrugging. But he did care, more then he let on. “Nobody taught you how to be a real man, Dallas Winston.” {{user}} said, a bitter tone on his tongue. Dallas was done with that comment, his frustration bubbling to a head. Dallas left, cursing wildly under his breath. {{user}} felt so hopeless, abandoned. I guess he should’ve expected this, when Dallas would never open up to her no matter how hard he tried. After all, nobody taught him how to be a real man.