Loving Dixie

The 27th - Puce

When Dixie arrived back to the familiar café, the first thing she noticed was the mustard yellow Jeep her mother had inherited from her grandfather. Dixie had to strain her memory before any sense of recognition for the man appeared, a memory of when Dixie was young chasing the ivory haired man through a forest flashes before her.

He passed away when she was young, maybe 4 or 5, even though, she can still remember calling him 'Great Grandpa Georgie'. She smiles fondly at the broken memory of the grey eyed man before pulling out a vile of perfume from her pocket.

It's barely the size of her finger and less than a quarter full but Dixie still squirts it on, the smell of cigarette smoke being over powered by Chanel no.5.  She quickly tugs the bottom of her T-shirt dress down before opening the front door.

The café is quiet, only a few costumers dotted around. It takes her barely a second before she notices her mother. She's Bent over the tip jar, oblivious to the irritated glares from the costumers watching. Dixie inwardly sighs before walking towards her mother, ignoring the disapproving glances from the tables at her provocative clothing and vibrant hair."Mom?" she mutters before placing a hand tenderly on the raven haired woman's back. The woman turns around quickly, as though feeling guilty for counting the café's tips in public rather than in the safety of her office.

Even through Dixie's make up and pink hair, the similarity between daughter and mother are uncanny. The roots of Dixie's hair are an identical midnight black to her mother and her exotic tan skin that was unusually to Bradford were matching features to her mother. The only outright differences between them were Dixie's gold eyes, drastically different to her mother's stone grey ones that her younger brother had also inherited. Dixie's eyes were always a subject of discussion to the family; her eyes were a non repeated gene throughout the family tree.

Her mother often retold the story of taking Dixie to various ophthalmologists, terrified that Dixie's metallic colored eyes were a physical phase towards some sort of disease. 4 clinics later, Dixie's mother finally accepted that her daughter was just gifted with gold cat-like eyes. That's when the photo shoots and beauty pageants began, judges admiring the beautiful raven haired girl with gold eyes, her picture pasted on numerous billboards for adverts.

Dixie's mother pursed her lips before dragging them into a half lipped smile, "It's nice to see you around here, love". Looks were as far as the similarities began and where they abruptly ended, the raven haired woman was a keen entrepreneur and traditional with her ways. She never understood how her ravishingly gorgeous daughter could through away her beauty pageant ways and modeling scouting for pink hair dye and a college degree.

"Brie and I had a falling out", Dixie says lightly, her heavy lidded eyes looking into her mother's cool grey ones. Her mothers' eyes flicker with recognition at the brunette's name, "That's a shame, what about?". Dixie forces a light smile before easily lying, "Wardrobe space, you know us girls". Her mother chuckles softly before murmuring something about talking to Dixie's younger brother before walking away. Dixie tentively lets her smile drop before looking around the café, she feels oddly out of place surrounded by the pastel frilled table clothes and curtains. She spots her pale green apron thrown across a table from earlier; she pulls it on and ties the back before picking up her order book. As she walks around the tables checking the customers she absentmindedly lets a smile fall on her face, her mind flashes with memories of a blue eyed boy.

A blue eyed boy with too many feelings, who pretended to be rude because it was easier than being hurt and that laughed too much. A boy who was starting to care about her, she had to stop him before he got hurt because that's what Dixie did, she hurt people.

Because Dixie hated it, she absolutely loathed it because she thought that she was starting to care about him too. But still she smiled; she smiled because she was thinking of Dixon.