[friends to lovers!]

You and Dallas had a very strong bond. You were the only one he’d ever opened up to. Ever. It was crazy to see the tough greaser on the verge of tears, but you did. Sadly, it was almost everyday. Dallas really was a broken man.

Once again, he’s over at yours, angry and sad because of another fight with his dad. He harshly plops down on your bed and punches it out of anger.

“God-fucking-damnit, man.” He says, almost yelling. The fight must’ve been real bad. He’s never been this upset.

You put your hand on his shoulder to offer some semblance of comfort, and it works. For once, Dallas doesn’t move away. He does flinch a bit, though. He’s definitely not used to it.

After a few beats of heavy silence, he speaks up. “I wanna be loved, man.. everybody does.” He says, his voice breaking.