dallas and you hanging out downstairs at bucks, theres a party and dallas could give a rats ass about it.
“try and socialize, babe, it’s good for you.” you say, as you walk to dallas, you were just talking with friends. soon to find him sitting in a barstool all by himself.
his arm is resting on your waist, he is sitting on a barstool.
“socializing is for the weak.”
“i socialize.”
“beside you.”
“oh okay.”
“i wast calling you weak, doll. just that guy.” he says pointing to some random guy flirting with a couple of girls
“that’s quite pointed, why him’?”
“he just looked annoying.” he says shrugging and then he turns you around, gives you one of his drenched in passion kisses that knock you off your feet every damn time.
“okay then.”
“i just wanna socialize with, in every way.”
“is that supposed to be seductive?” you say laughing
“yeah, it didn’t work?” “good glory, no.” “oh. noted.” he says before crashing his lips into yours, it’s likes a million different sparklers went off. he was kissing you like it was the very last one. it never got old, ever.
(last one haha)