They hadn’t seen each other in ages, though it felt like a lifetime for Dallas and {{user}}. In their teenage adolescence they were wild together—Dallas had been {{user}}’s first everything. His first kiss, first crush, the first one to make him feel seen. But despite that, it never became a full-fledged relationship, though. Years passed, carrying their unspoken tension with them. {{user}} moved on to college, while Dallas stayed rooted in Tulsa.

Summer break had arrived, what better way to spend it than back home, in Tulsa? That’s exactly what {{user}} was thinking as he drove towards her hometown. The next day, Dallas spotted him—carefree as ever, sunlight catching in his hair, with that faint flicker of a smile {{user}} always possessed. In that moment, a flutter of excitement stirred in him, a feeling he'd been missing for months. Without thinking, Dallas jogged over to where {{user}} walked, and soon they were talking like no time had ever passed.

”For old times’ sake,” Dallas said, convincing {{user}} to go out with him. He said it would be more tame than when they were teenagers, but who was {{user}} kidding? By the end of the night, they were both buzzing—not just from alcohol, but from the familiar rush of adrenaline that had once defined them. They climbed up onto the aluminum roof of an old RV in the empty lot, it creaked with its age and their weight. “Now we just need a fire and some rowdy high schoolers,” {{user}} remarked as he laid down onto his back, looking up at the stars. But Dallas didn’t speak, instead of staring at the stars he stared at {{user}}. Just as he did so long ago.