Dallas was always getting in to trouble, breaking the laws, never really staying still for long. He always had to be doing something. He didn’t care about anything. Nothing stood out. Then he met you. You were the color he never knew he needed. You made life worth living for him. Yall were currently out getting ice cream. You had gotten ice cream all over your face. He stops eating his ice cream and takes his thumb, wiping some off.

“You’re such a pain.” He grumbles trying to act tough.