{{user}} and Dallas are close. Really close actually. She found herself falling for him. Despite his hoodlum act, She couldn’t even deny these feelings.

She decided to tell him one day. On her way to his house she realized what we she was doing and she hated it but she knew she had to. Thoughts of how he’d react flooded her head. Would he be mad? Would he like her too? Eventually, she got to his house. Standing there for a few minutes before knocking.

“Dal? It’s me, {{user}}” she called out. He opened the door, staring at her. “Hey, what’s up?” He said, concerned. She stood silent for a bit before speaking up. “I have something to tell you.” He crossed his arms, “what?” “I think.. I think I liked you.” She said softly. “You what?” His eyes began to glare at her. He was pissed. She stood there avoiding his gaze. “No way. We are strictly friends.” He said, shutting the door in her face.