Loving Dixie

The 25th - Mauve

It was nearing minus temperatures by the time Dixon left the pub, his mind restlessly stuck on the pink haired girl with metallic gold eyes. His mind replaying how she just stood up and left, entering the freezing cold night in a black leather dress and a flimsy jacket. Her mysterious smile that made his breath hitch in his throat, he knew he had to find her.

He had to find Dixie.

Dixon kept walking through the empty Bradford streets, his feet bringing him along the familiar path to his brothers house. He knew he had to apologize but he couldn't, not because he didn't want to. He did, he felt terrible, the guilt of what he did was making his stomach twist into knots.

No, He was scared of being rejected, he wasn't sure what he would do if his baby brother refused to accept his apology. Not that Tony was a young child, Tony was nearly 21 and was at this moment getting ready to go on his honey moon with his now wife, Lorette.

Since their parents had died when Tony was just 5, Dixon had taken the responsibility of being a father figure to Tony, regardless of their 4 year age gap. He remembers when they were young he would grab Tony's shoulder and say, "It's you and me against the world, Tony" and Tony would look up at him with Admiration in his eyes.

That admiration was gone now, Dixon had messed up too bad.

Dixon looked up and found himself in front of the familiar green door to his brothers house. The ruby red Aston Martin with traditional metal cans and streamers hanging off the back was parked in the driveway, a large silk banner was pulled across the top with the words, 'Just Married', painted across.

Dixon kept walking, his brother needed to have a great honeymoon and he wasn't going to ruin it by giving him a half hearted apology he knew he wasn't going to accept.

Walking past the silent neighbor hood Dixon finally caught sight of his college, the pristine building that had an air of moderness  to it, was one of the only places Dixon could call home. He loved the lush patches of grass that scattered the front of the building and the warm glow of the room lights from outside.

He pushed open the unlocked black gate that separated the college from the outside world and walked into the grounds. Dixon took the backstairs and quietly made his way up to the 5th floor, praying that either Reese or Anwar were up.

After a series of stepping on accidental creaking stairs and stumbling, Dixon finally made it to his room. He gently knocked on the wooden door and crossed his fingers, hoping that one of his roommates were awake. Preferably Anwar.

It took a minute before the door swung open and a bleary eyed Reese was revealed. "What in God's name are you doing coming back this late?", He hissed angrily, Reese rubbed his eyes with his knuckles and let out a rattled breath. "Sorry man, the wedding ran late", Dixon whispered as apologetically as he could, trying his best to hold in the urge to hit Reese over the head with a blunt object.

"Sorry! You're sorry! well, That makes it all okay!", Reese shrieked sarcastically, his hand that was holding onto the door knob going white with rage," I was only allowed to come into the room 2 hours ago because YOUR friend had some girl in here!".

"Listen, I said I was sorry so can you please let me in so we can both go to sleep. We can talk about making a curfew for all of us tomorrow", Dixon said while running his hand over his face, Reese flushed a deep pink before letting a trail of curse words leave his mouth and opening the door to let Dixon in. Inside the room, he could see Anwar sprawled across his bed, lipstick marks printed all over his neck.

Dixon waited for Reese to go to the bathroom before he got up and wacked Anwar over the head. "You git, I asked you to wait up for me", he yell whispered, Anwar rolled over and slowly opened his eyes. "Dixon?", He rasped out slowly before yawning, Dixon sighed and muttered a distasteful curse word.