Loving Dixie

The 26th - Cerise

They stood like that for hours or maybe only seconds, both with their own smiles on their faces. Her Dixie smile and his Dixon. Both smiling for different reasons. Nothing was spoken between them and neither moved until Dixon unsurely stepped forward.

Then Dixie slowly stepped back and nudged open the door behind her and winked at him, she slipped in and left Dixon shocked. He heard the soft clicking of the front door being shut, what should he do? He didn't know. So he waited his eyes wandering around the Redford neighborhood, children playing, couples walking hand in hand, Girls laughing with each other. The sound of people was around him, purely people.

Then he saw the front door handle slope downwards and the door swung open to reveal Dixie, looking as Dixiesh as possible. Her eyelids painted coal black, her pink hair done perfectly and a 1950's rock band dress wrapped around her. She threw him a half smile before walking past him, wordlessly beckoning him to follow, so he did.

"Where are we going?" Dixon asked as he caught up with her long strides. She swung her arms as she walked, confidence oozing out of every pore of her skin. She looked at him sideways, her stunningly gold eye's glimmering before questioning, "You never told me what you're name was?".

Dixon laughed at her, "You never asked". She smiled softly but said nothing so he spoke for himself, "My name is Dixon"."Is that some kind of joke, Dixie and Dixon?" She asked with a laugh before immediately taking a right turn to a sheltered park. A sign was hanging on its last screw on the wall next to the entrance. "Do Not Enter", Dixon read, he turned and looked at Dixie, "I don't think we should go in".

She raised her eyebrows at him before whispering, "Learn to live a little, Dixon", she then skirted around him and walked into the silent park. Dixon silently argued with himself for a moment before jogging in behind her, It takes him a second to adjust to the surroundings. The grass inside the park is a faded yellow and is patchy in some areas, a set of swings is at the border lining edge and he sees a black cladded figure standing alone.

Dixie slowly drags her feet backwards and forwards on the swing, her eyes staring off into the distance as if she's looking for something."Do you come here a lot?", Dixon asks her, he carefully sits down on the neighboring swing and pushes his feet back and finds himself slowly being swung backwards and forwards. Dixie turns her head to him, "Why were you looking for me?".

Dixon thinks for a moment, why did he want to find her? Because she was beautiful, lost or intriguing? Or was he curious about the raging storm behind her gold eyes?

"You're different, Dixie", He says finally, she laughs lightly to herself before moving her hand to the edge of her dress. Her hand searches for a second before pulling out a white box, "You want a cigarette?". He stares at it for a second before pulling one out, Dixie follows soon after and puts it in her mouth. She then bends down and pulls out a lighter from the edge of her left boot. She raises it to the tip of her cigarette and watches as it catches fire. She passes the lighter to Dixon without a second glance.

He looks down at it; the cover is a dull black and seems worn out, the letter D is scratched roughly across.

He lights the cigarette in his hand unlike Dixie who lit hers expertly from her mouth, her hand cupped around it, her pointer and index finger poised. He raises it almost unsurely to his lips and drags in, he can feel the smoke fill his lungs. The smoke clouding up his brain and making him feel light headed. He quickly removes the cigarette from his mouth and splutters, his cough dry and hoarse.

Dixie laughs in amusement and stares at his pink cheeks, Dixon run his hand through his blonde hair in embarrassment."Guess you've never smoked before", Dixie states before raising her own cigarette to her lips. She closes her eyes and, Unlike Dixon, she sighs at the sensation of the smoke filling and licking her lungs. Her body filled with warmth."Nothing to be embarrassed with though, smoking's a nasty habit", she mutters after taking a second drag, She pats Dixon awkwardly on the arm with a giggle.