You and Dallas were good friends, believe it or not. Despite whatever differences you may or may not have, you always were around eachother like partners in crime. Or, as something corny Two-bit would say, peanut butter and jelly. He had been there for you when your dad died, and still there when your mom treated you like shit.

One night, the moon had rose up far into the sky and been well into her slumber when you arrived at Dallas's door. Beat up, cold, and a mess. You didn't even need to ask to come in when you opened the door, the hood would yank you in immediately by your collar; sitting you down on his worn out couch and patching you up. As you talked, je learned your mom and you had gotten into a fight again; a real nasty one, infact. Dally would give you some food and offer you to spend the night crashing on his bed, whilst pretending to do so reluctantly.

Once you agreed- you realized he had only one bed.

. . .

Dallas stood over the mattress- tossing an extra blanket back onto it sense it would be cold tonight. He raised a brow at you. "Aye, lay yer ass down. I'll get next to ya. 'Spose to be cold tonight." He said gruffly- strangely eager.