Charli and Dixie D'Amelio Oneshots ✓

Best Buy (Dixie D'Amelio)

I just want to say that I have to go out of town tomorrow and I may not be able to upload. I write every single day and all day. I will make sure I upload some chapters before I leave and on my way.

Thank you for your support it means the world to me.

Dixie's View

"I can take you over here." The manager says.

We walk over to her and she smiles.

"Did you find everything you were looking for?" She asks.

"Y-yeah." I say.

She was cute. She had y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes. I was obsessed with her eyes. She had glasses but, those eyes. Ugh. She's so fucking cute. I hope she's gay.

Of course she's gay. She's wearing flannel, Vans, a pride bracelet, and had a button Best Buy gave to their LGBTQ+ employees.

"We couldn't find Grand Theft Auto." Charli says.

Oh my god. Shut up.

"It's usually on aisle 6, but we had to move them. Young kids were trying to buy it. I have a copy here." The manager says digging in a box.

She holds up a copy of the game and Charli smiles.

"Can I see your ID?" She asks.

I give my ID to her and she looks at it quickly. She hands it back to me and swipes the game.

"Your total is $15.76." She says.

"This game is $30.00." I say.

"I used my discount." She says.

"Thank you." I say giving her a $20 bill.

"Keep the change." I say.

She tries to give it to me and I shake my head.

"Thanks." She says.

Charli rolls her eyes and pushes me toward the exit.

"Why are you so obsessed with her?" Charli asks as we get in the car.

"She has hella good hair." I say.

"She is also smart." She says.

"What?" I ask.

"While you were trying your hardest to flirt, I was looking for her on social media." She says.

"That sounds like stalking." I say.

She rolls her eyes and gives her phone to me. Her name was Y/n Y/l/n. She was a 19-year-old senior in college. Who had started college when she was 15.

"I'm not seeing anything about a boyfriend." I say.

"Yeah, because she's gay." She says.

"That means and I can slide in her dms." I say.

1 week later...

"Can I get this engraved?" I ask.

Y/n looks up and smiles.

"Hello, Ms D'Amelio." Y/n says putting her phone away.

"Hi." I say.