Mad?

Sitting with the Winstons after an argument was like sitting with a time bomb. There was a small chance the argument was over and completely forgotten, but then there was a possibility that it wasn't.

Hannah: Are you mad at me?

Dallas, being a sarcastic asshole: Mhm.

Cue Hannah getting really quiet, and Dallas almost burning his finger on his cigarette when he realizes she was serious.

Dallas: Shit kid, I didn't mean it.

Hannah: Oh.

Things went quiet as Dallas sits there, thinking everything over.

Don't be a fucking Charlie, you dumbass.

Dallas, getting up from his chair and dragging Hannah up with him: We're going to the Dingo, I owe someone a milkshake.

*A day passes, and Dallas still feels like a dick.*