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In the short time that I've known Addison, I have picked up on some of her little quirks. I'm not sure she's even aware that she does these things, but she does, and I wish to understand all of them. They're all so uniquely beautiful, funny, strange, and just, well, Addison.
She has a habit of constantly looking behind her, as if she's paranoid that something will come up and attack her. I'm worried that maybe those girls from school hurt her so badly that she's afraid that something will happen to her. I would NEVER hit a girl, but if What's-her-name and What's-her-face were guys, I would've beat the living daylights out of them the second they made Addison remotely uncomfortable.
She also eats peanut butter on her pickles. I've seen her do it and it's WEIRD. She takes a whole pickle, cuts the top off, makes a hole in the middle of it, fills it with peanut butter, and just eats it. Straight up eats peanut butter on a pickle. To be honest, I went home and tried it once and I quite enjoyed. She'll never know about that, though. I shall continue to make fun of her weird eating habits.
She only paints her nails this one color. It's like a mixture between brown and red. Is that even a color? I've sat and watched her take her time to perfectly coat her nails in the odd, but pretty, shade. She gets really upset whenever she messes up. Well, really, if she messes up anything. She hates starting over and she hates making two trips. Everything always has to be a certain way with her. I dread to see the day when something happens and she can't fix it. All I can say, is that I'll have to be there when that day comes.
She likes the rain. She likes to sing. She loves to read. I swear sometimes she gets so lost in her own head she doesn't even notice everyone else around her. She hates slow walkers and when people chew too loudly. She hates the word ointment and the taste of mustard. She loves salted caramel. Once, when I was out running errands for my mom, I brought Addison back a salted caramel pretzel milkshake and she literally cried out of pure happiness.
But, under the smiles and laughter of the Addison everyone loves, I can see that she's hurting sometimes. I see first-hand how much her parents expect of her. I see the way she sits at her desk and just writes and writes for hours on end. I see her when she's scared and I hate it. It's sort of insane, how much I've learned about Addison in a span of at most a month and a half. It makes me sound like some sort of crazy stalker, but no. I'm just perceptive. I get worried when she's sad and I want to fight anyone and everyone who's ever made her cry. I've become emotionally invested in her and honestly, I don't care. I feel like the truth about Addison is that if you want to love her or be friends with her, you have to either be prepared to deal with the tough times as well as the good, or none at all.
I'm all in and I hope she knows it.
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A/N: So I'm pretty much caught up so yay! This was fun to write, I might just do it more often;) This story started off as just a fun way to let out some creative urges, but I've gotten to where I reALLY FREAKING LOVE WRITING THIS AND I HOPE YOU LOVE READING AHHHH:))))) pretty please with a big ole sugary maraschino cherry on top comment your thoughts because I love reading them! In case you can't tell I'm in a super good mood today and I hope you are too!
Cheers fam!
-K. x
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