Dinah Jane Imagines

She grows distant(Part 1)

-Your Pov-

Lately Dinah is growing more, and more distant. She has an award show, event or new launch every other night, or just a night out to the clubs or whatever, and I am starting to get really bothered by it.

"Hey babe. Where are you going?" I ask as Dinah comes down the stairs, wearing a sexy dress that is nearly showing her ass. what the fuck?

"Oh, I'm going to go see Normani at the club." She says.

"Oh, I thought you were staying with me to help clean a bit?" I ask, since that is what she promised this morning.

"I totally forgot. Sorry babe. I'll be back at about 11 though." She says, kissing my cheek, and hopping out the door before I can reply. I sigh and decide to just continue cleaning. I am to occupied, to even notice the time sneaking past 11, and then 12, and then 1. But I finally hear her come home, and when I check the clock, it is just past 2 in the morning. I sigh, and help a slightly tipsy Dinah to bed.

"Remember we have lunch with my parents tomorrow." I remind her.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Normani asked me to go golfing with her, so I can't go to lunch."
I scoff slightly.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." Then I get into bed as well, and turn my back to her. When I wake up the next morning, she is gone indeed, and so are her golf clubs. I sigh and continue with my day. At lunch, my mom invites me and Dinah to my little sisters graduation, and I promise her I will come, I just need to check about Dinah. After lunch, I quickly phone Dinah.

"Hey babe." She answers. "Hi! My mom asked if we'd go to my sisters graduation on the 19th?" She is silent for a bit. "I can't, Lauren wants me to go with her to get her new tattoo." I sigh. "Of course."

"What's with the attitude?" She asks. "It's nothing. See you later Dinah." I reply, too fed up to argue right now, and then I hang up. I drive to our shared apartment, and move a few of my things to the guest bedroom. It may appear like I'm overreacting, but this has been going on for about 2 months now, and I'm struggling to handle this. When Dinah comes home after the studio, we eat together at the TV like we also do.

"What was with the attitude earlier?" She asks, stuffing her mouth with food. I take a deep breath. It's now or never. "You keep blowing my events off. My sister only graduates once, and you can't go. My best friend only turns 21 once, and you had something better to do. I can deal with you blowing me off Dinah, but my sister really wants you to come. I always, as in always, go to your events, and you can't come to some that are important to me?" I say, finally speaking my mind.

"You're just over reacting." Dinah says. I sigh, and get up to put my plate in the kitchen. "Sure I am. I'm staying in the guest room for a while." I tell her. She sighs. "You're seriously so mad just because I can't attend two stupid events?" She asks. "Not just two Dinah. But don't worry, I won't invite you to any more 'stupid' events, so don't worry." I say, walking to the guest bedroom. A part of the guest bedroom is also my 'art corner', so I do a bit of drawing to calm myself down.

Dinah doesn't even try to talk to me again. Tomorrow is the day I'm hearing if my art pieces make it for an exhibit, and if they do, I have the most important event of any artists career coming up on Thursday evening. I sleep in the guest room, and when I wake up, I get the call. My pieces made it to the exhibit! I am so excited! I decide to find Dinah and tell her. She always loves my art. I find Dinah eating cereal at the counter.

"Good morning." I say, putting the kettle to a boil. "Morning. Who phoned you just now?" She asks curiously. I smile big. "Guess what?" I ask her. "What?" She guesses rather unenthusiastically. "My art pieces made it to the exhibit!" I tell her, smiling so big it nearly hurt.

"That's great." She says, giving me a half smile. I still smile. "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't like going to bed angry." I tell her. "Me too." She agrees. She kisses my cheek, and then goes to shower. When she exits, I decide to ask her to come to the exhibit. "So, the exhibit is tomorrow evening." I start.

"Oh. Well I'm sure you'll have fun." She says, pulling her pants on over her boxers. "Yeah. I was wondering if you'd come? It would mean a lot to me? It's the biggest event I've had so far." I say. "I already told Lauren I'd come over then. Sorry." She says, practically emotionless. I take a deep breath, and she doesn't even seem to notice as I pull out some pyjamas, and the outfit I plan on wearing tomorrow night. When I shoved everything I need in a bag, I go to go find her in the living room.

"Dinah, I'm staying at friends place for tonight. The exhibit starts tomorrow night at 6 at the gallery. It will mean a lot to me if you come, but if you don't, I understand. Guess I'm not that high up on your priority list." I say. Her head snaps up as she finally grasps what I am saying. She jumps up and starts to speak but I cut her off.

"Just show me you still care, and be there the one time I really need your support." I say, then walk outside, and drive to my friend's house. We have a movie night, and I even forget about Dinah for a minute. I don't talk to her at all the day of my exhibit. Late In the afternoon, I get dressed in a nice navy dress that reaches half way up my thigh, with black stockings, and navy shoes with a black toe. My hair falls straight down my back, and I pull on my black coat to shield me against the cold. "Bye! I'm going now!" I yell to her and she yells good luck or something back. I step out the door, and drive to the gallery.

I am anxious, but my art mentor calms me a bit. At six, there is still no sign of Dinah.

Maybe she's stuck in traffic.

Maybe she tripped on the way here.

By 7:30, I realised she's not coming. Dinah doesn't care anymore.

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