My Strange Addiction | Dallas Winston

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Madelyn suddenly woke up to the sound of the front door slamming shut. She rubbed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to shake off the sleepiness. "Oh shit, what time is it?" she thought to herself, feeling a bit panicked. She reached over to her desk and pushed her clock to face her. It was only 5:34, so she had time to get ready.

She took her time getting out of her comfy bed, stretching her arms and legs before standing up. She walked over to her record player and started to play some records, starting with 'California Dreaming'. The music helped her wake up and get into a better mood.

Trying to ignore the pain from her cuts, she walked to her closet and flicked on the light switch. She scanned her clothes, trying to decide what to wear. She was leaning towards her flared blue jeans, purple cropped shirt , and dirty sneakers.

Madelyn stood in front of her closet, second-guessing the outfit and hair she had in mind. She spent the next 15 minutes going through outfits and hairstyles, trying to find the perfect combination. She tried on different tops, pants, and skirts, but nothing seemed to work.

"Ugh, why is this so hard?" she muttered to herself, feeling frustrated. She sat down on her bed and flipped through her fashion magazines for inspiration. After a few minutes, she stood up and walked back to her closet.

"Ok, ok, ok," she said to herself, determined to make a decision. She decided to go with her original outfit - flared blue jeans, a purple crop t-shirt, and white sneakers. She also decided to curl the ends of her hair for a more polished look.

She turned up her music, drowning out any thoughts of her dad or the socs. She grabbed her curling iron and started to work on her hair. It took a while to get the curls just right, but she was happy with the result.

Next, she started on her makeup. She applied concealer under her eyes, blush to her cheeks, bronzer to her forehead and cheekbones, and mascara to her lashes. She took her time, trying to make everything look perfect. It took her forever to get ready, but she was finally satisfied with her appearance.

Madelyn had been dancing and singing along to her favorite songs for what felt like hours. She was completely lost in the music and had forgotten to check the time. Suddenly, she remembered that Dallas would be there soon to pick her up for their date. Satisfied that she was ready, she sat down on the couch to wait for Dallas.

A couple of minutes after the agreed-upon time, Madelyn saw Buck's car pull up outside. She recognized it immediately from the times that Dallas had driven her home from school. Her heart fluttered as she saw Dallas jump out of the car, carrying a black box in his hand. She wondered what could be inside.

Madelyn rushed to the door and opened it with a big smile. "Hey handsome," she said. Dallas grinned back at her, taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Hey doll, you look amazing," he said, his voice thick with a New York accent that always seemed to come out whenever he got flustered. His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than usual and his lips curled into a small smile.

Madelyn's eyes flicked down to the black box in his hand. "What's that?" she asked, feeling curious. "Oh, this?" Dallas replied, holding out the box. "Just a little something for you."

Madelyn's heart skipped a beat as she took the box from him. "Really?" she asked, feeling surprised. "Open it," Dallas said, watching her with a grin.

Madelyn lifted the lid of the box and gasped as she saw a beautiful pearl necklace nestled inside. "Awe, Dally, this is gorgeous," she said, feeling touched. She turned to him and kissed him on the lips before asking him to put it on her.