Dixison: Roommates

Parking Lot Conversations

Addison's POV

We sat together in the car, laughing at the memes left under our tweets.

Lana's National Anthem played over the aux, upbeat and beautiful.

Rolling up to Dunkin, she whipped her debit card from her pocket.

"Hi! I would like a large green tea with lemon and honey, cold brew with caramel and whole milk, and an iced macchiato with skim milk."

She looked back at me, smiling, knowing she ordered exactly what I wanted.

"Your drink, comrade," she grinned a stupid grin, placing the drink in my awaiting hand.

"Thank you, compatriot," I laughed, swirling the ice around in the cup.

She parked the car in a parking spot and took a sip of her drink.

"Good?" I asked.

"Amazing," she rolled her head back, closing her eyes. 

My eyes scanned over her exposed neck, tendons jutting from under smooth, soft skin. Her chin tilted up, sunlight hitting the underside of her jaw.

I squeezed my hand, repressing the urge to reach out and touch.

Her head rolled to the side, eyelashes fluttering open, revealing hazel brown eyes.

"So how was the meet and greet?"

"It was insane—in a good way. I can't believe that many people showed up to see us."

"We famous," I laughed.

"We low-key are... I hit 2 million last week."

"Dixie! That's amazing," I smiled, my happiness genuine.

"Yeah," she shrugged.

"You don't seem excited."

"I am excited. I mean, I guess the initial excitement has worn off, but now the heat is being turned up."

"How so?"

"I just... I feel like the more followers I gain, the more people there are watching me—judging me."

I nodded, feeling the truth in her statement. "I had to stop reading comments for a while."

"Really?" she frowned.

"It all became too much. Everyone had an opinion. First, it was my personality. Then, it was my body. I don't know which one was worse."

Her eyebrows were drawn together, thinking.

"But, you're—there's absolutely nothing wrong with you—at all."

She paused, still thinking.

"People can't see that? You're—an angel."

I laughed, "An angel!"

She laughed. "I mean—there's nothing to hate about you. You're the most likeable person."

I smiled, my mouth open, pink rising to my cheeks.

"The most likeable person, huh?" I flipped my hair, listening to her laugh.

"You know it's true," she smiled.

"If that was true, someone would want to date me."
 
"EVERYONE wants to date you!" she cried, opening her phone and laughing. 

Addison, I'd simp for you. 

I'd let Addison Rae ruin my life.

I would pay one hundred million dollars to have Addison Rae tell me she loves me.

"The list goes on," she laughed, giving me a pointed look.

"Fuck it, maybe I'll just date one of them."

"Nah nah nah, you need someone special. Someone as great as you are—someone who deserves you... But not Bryce," she said, holding up her finger.

I scoffed, "Ugh! Rude, why not Bryce?"

"Ew, are you serious? Bryce is so—ew! Such a douchebag."

"He's not a douchebag," I said.

"He totally is. And a fuck boy."

"Dixie!"

She laughed. "Adds, you don't need some teenage fuck boy to play games and mess with your emotions."

At that comment, a frown formed on my face, my eyes staring hard into her face.

"Play games and mess with my emotions? Interesting," I sneered slightly, turning to face the window.

She realized her mistake, sitting back into her seat uncomfortably, looking at my turned head.

Dixie's POV

I shifted awkwardly, no idea what to say next.

Should I come clean? Admit my mistakes? Talk about whatever this was?

"I'm sorry," I said.

She didn't move, staring out the window.

"Addison," I said again.

"What?"

Please look at me. Her head turned instinctively. 

But I said nothing. The words, tugging on my heart strings, living deep, deep in my soul, wouldn't rise to the surface.

We stared at each other for long moments.

The car radio had been turned off, and the silence became deafening.