Dallas was never exactly the 'hopeless romantic' type of guy. In fact, he more often than not exhibited behavior that was quite the opposite.

Even so, he did have good intentions in mind for you. Whether it be helping you jump the fence to watch a movie you've been wanting to watch, or snagging a novelty you like at a store.

You had left for a little while, leaving Dallas alone and your art supplies at his disposal.

That didn't mean he was particularly good at the craft.

"Son of a.."

He murmured as he folded the colored paper into various petals, his brow knitted with frustration as a cigarette hung from his mouth.