Dixison: Roommates

Taxi Cab

Dixie's POV

I awoke to the smell of crispy bacon wafting into the room. Sitting up, I noticed an iced coffee on the ground next to my bed, two pieces of bacon and an egg, sunny side up.

Addison's bed was empty, made up with pillows in place.

I ate the breakfast quietly, contemplating the events of the night before.

Walking downstairs, I bumped into Larray, who was laughing at a video on his phone. "Dix, look at this." He and Addison danced on the screen, Savage blasting from the speaker.

I smiled. "Was that this morning?"

"Yeah, just now. I saved a bunch of drafts so that I can post content until she comes back."

"Comes back? What do you mean?"

He stared at me blankly. "Comes back from Louisiana. Didn't she tell you she's leaving for a week?"

I looked down at his phone, watching her face light up as she danced.

"Has she left yet?"

Addison's POV

I shoved the last remaining suitcase into the taxi cab's trunk, closing the hatchback with a loud thud.

I brushed my hands through my hair, tilting my head back to feel the warm sunshine on my face.

"You're leaving?"

The hurt in her voice echoed in my heart.

I turned to face her, her long hair tied into a messy bun, strands falling out, framing her face. 

"Dixie."

"Why are you leaving," she demanded.

"I—I'm going home for a little bit."

"This is your home."

I couldn't argue with that. I looked at her, watching her dark brows furrow, indenting her forehead.

"You made me breakfast."

"Yes," I sighed.

"And you were going to leave without saying goodbye."

I stared at her again, words unable to form in my mouth.

"What is that? Some sick and twisted 'goodbye, Dixie, sorry I didn't tell you I'm leaving but here's some bacon' breakfast?"

"I'll be back soon."

...

"Please don't go."

Dixie's POV

My hands grasped at one another, pulling on my fingers, a habit I had formed in childhood when I was stressed or uncomfortable.

I felt like I had coughed up my heart, leaving it to heave on the sidewalk, flopping around, breaking in two.

"I'll be back soon," she repeated.

My fists balled, nails digging into my palms. Angry tears welled in my eyes, and I glared at her, trying to hold them back.

I turned, storming up the sidewalk towards the front door.

"Dixie!"

Arms wrapped tight around my chest, hugging me from behind.

I stopped in my tracks, glowering at the house as tears streaked down my cheeks.

"Please understand," she whispered into my hoodie, face pressed against my back.

I looked up at the sky, throat tight.

She stood there, pressed against me, holding me tightly.

Addison's POV

"Please don't be mad."

I felt her chest exhale a shaky sigh. 

I let go, slowly, stepping back to look at the back of her head, dark locks curving around her ears, exposed neck, where I longed to press my lips.

She brought her sleeves to her eyes, rubbing.

God, I am a terrible fucking person, I thought. 

She stood still, looking at the sidewalk. Then, turning quickly, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, burrowing her face into my neck.

I hugged back, desperately trying to translate my words into this feeling.

We stood there, in the morning sun, holding each other tight, not saying a word.

Then, I got into the cab, watching her sad face through the back window until she was completely out of view.