You and Dallas had two very different ideas on what you liked to do on Fourth of July. You, spending the evening watching fireworks on a blanket. Dallas, spending the evening racing around in his convertible.

If you would’ve done you would be driving around all night you would’ve stuck with Cherry and Marcia for the night.

But here you were passenger seat in Dallas’s convertible, trying to listen to the radio ad he raced down the highway.

”Dallas why you got to go so fast?” You complained, fixing the hair scarf that covered the majority of your hair.

A firework went off in this distance as Dallas cheered. “Come on, baby! It’s the Fourth of July!” He whooped, placing his hand onto your thigh.