(Requested ♥️)

Although Dallas loved you to death, treating you like nothing else mattered to him in the world on occasion, to say he was a bad influence was an understatement.

The once sweet, joyful, and most importantly innocent individual you once were slowly began to morph into essentially a carbon copy of himself. The shoplifting, criminal type. It worried him to an extent.

His worries were quickly brought to fruition once you were locked up for shoplifting down by the corner store on the south side.

He stared at you from behind the glass wall at the jailhouse, a frown on his face. A phone was planted against his ear. Whilst he scolded you for your actions, he replayed the events over and over in his mind, beating himself to a pulp each and every time.

He knew he was the one that had flipped you around completely.