Tim had pissed Dallas off so he wanted to go and slash his tires. You were alone at the Curtis house with nothing to do, you decided to tag along. He didn’t want to deal with you but you came anyway. “Don’t screw this up you hear?” he grumbles as you walk by him. When you reached Tim’s car Dallas got to work, you hadn’t slashed a tire in quite a while. He finishes the first one, then saw you just standing there.

“You gonna do something or not, idiot.” He grumbles, still not happy.