dallas ~ first met

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    Moments with Dallas were the best. Having to just sit next to him and talk also. Do hear his voice, his laugh, touch his hair, and best of all, to hug and kiss him. I felt protected with him and I would probably die without him.

   Me and Dallas' story was quite interesting. How we met and our relationship in general. How we met was my favorite memory of us together.

   I work at a corner store, really boring but I needed money and a job to at least keep me busy. Until Dallas walked in. I didn't pay much attention to him and continued to read my magazine. He looks around the store and realizes it's empty and walked up to me with a gun to my face. Of course I was shocked.

   He told me to give him the money. I refused and asked if I didn't, what would happen. He said he'll shoot me. He may look like - what you call - a bad boy, but he didn't look like the bad boy who would shoot someone. Or at least I thought.

   I told him to shoot me since my life is boring and I couldn't care more about anything that happens in my life. He hesitated and kept telling him to give me the money. I kept telling him to shoot me but he kept getting nervous.

   I laughed at him and told him he was a pussy. Many robberies have happened in this corner store since most people go here because everything is cheaper. Which is why I have my own gun and yes, I've shot people with it.

   I pulled it out from under the counter and pointed it at him. I told him to out down the gun and he did. He puts it on the counter top and puts his hands up.

   "You're not gonna shoot me, just like how I didn't shoot you." He said. I scoff and clicked the gun. He got more nervous as I laughed. "I can shoot you." I said.

   "Do it." He said. I shot his leg so that he'll still have a chance to go to jail for trying to rob this store. I blow the gun and set it down.

   "Still wanna rob me?" "No but I'll be back." He said. "For what?"

   "Your number." He smirks and walks out the store limping.

   And he did come back and I gave him my number and that's how we got close. Because he was a bad boy and I was a devil.

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yeahhhh idk. The song above is like... Catchy and idk why I put it there but yeah. I just did. Anyways....

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