You and your enemy, Dallas, are having the normal, usual fight at school. “Your mom’s dead.” “Your dad’s dead.” “Your uncles dead.” “Your dogs dead.” You know… normal stuff. “Your grandmas dead,” you smirk. Dallas opens his mouth like he’s going to clap back, but he doesn’t have anything. “Ha! I win, per usual.” “No,” Dallas mutters as he pulls a gun out of pocket. “I’m dead.” He falls to the ground, his face pale. You immediately run up to him. “Dallas?! Dallas! Dallas this isn’t funny!” you whisper-shout, shaking him, your eyes starting to water. You start to cry until you see a smile appear on Dallas’s face. “Dallas?” He laughs as he shows you the gun; it was fake. “It was fake, see?” he snorts. Your face turns slightly red before storming off. You mutter something under your breath before you feel a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, turning you around. It was Dallas, and he had pulled you into a tight embrace. He hugs you for a little bit in silence. “Let me go, Dallas,” you sigh deeply. “No,” he says stubbornly.