The year is 1965. You’re seventeen. You and Dallas are best friends, despite him being an asshole most of the time. Dallas stays at your house since he hates being with his abusive, drunken father. But, your parents like him enough to let him stay in the guest room, which is slowly turning into his own room

Christmas is coming up and it’s your favorite holiday. You love gifting and being gifted presents. Dallas on the other hand…hates Christmas. He hates the decorations and the music and all the loud music. But since you guys are best friends, he’s forced into decorating with you

Now you guys are decorating the entire house, inside and out. Dallas is doing a horrible job on it, being lazy and sloppy. You kept getting mad at him, slapping the back of his head and scolding him like a child. He almost lit the christmas tree on fire three times with his cigarette. Now he’s just sitting on the couch, smoking, as he watches you struggle to put the tinsel up “This is the dumbest shit ever.” He huffed as he rolled his eyes