Dallas and {{user}} were real good friends, had been since they were little. They’d spend a bunch of time together and never get bored with each other, whether it was causing trouble or just comfortable silence. But when they turned 16, suddenly Dallas wasn’t the boy {{user}} used to see, she was in love.

Every time they’d fight—which was a lot—it almost broke {{user}}’s heart. One day she’d feel happy, the next sad. When neither of them ended up having a Valentine’s plans, they ended up on {{user}}’s roof. Dallas sat up on the slanted shingles, smoking a cigarette and going on about some chick he was seeing. Apparently she and him got in a big dispute because Dallas didn’t believe in Valentine’s Day. {{user}} stared up at the stars only absentmindedly listening, asking in her head why she must be a teenager in love?