~ Dallas never had the sweetest look to him, but somehow you wiggled just enough beneath his skin to convince him to go on a little 'date' to Dairy Queen with him. Plus, it was late at night, maybe 11pm, so if he got bored, he'd just ditch you and fight a drunk Soc for a kick.

Anyway, you had gotten blizzards in each other's favorite flavors and were talking about stuff, when Dallas let out his iconic laugh and shoved a red trade-marked DQ spoon of a (insert favorite flavor) blizzard into your mouth. It was cold, topped with the chilliness of the night, so you shivered, but nonetheless smiled and shoved a spoonful of his favorite into his mouth. You were careful not to coat the leather seats of his stolen T-Bird with ice cream, though. He'd skin you.

The two of you continued this teasing (and hair ruffling) for a little while longer, shrieking, laughing, and getting freezing ice cream all over your faces to the point you couldn't really feel your lips. That didn't stop either of you from all of the sudden pausing. You and Dallas were staring at each other's eyes for a good long minute, and it felt a little romantic. Which allotted you to slowly lean in. You stopped, not daring to look at his ice cream covered lips, only staring into the brown void of his eyes. You stopped a couple, maybe four, inches apart.

That's when, with a ginormous skip of a heartbeat, he started to lean in too...~