The Dixon Girls
"Ain' no one goin' t'mess with us unless they wan' a whole gang a' girls at their heels armed with our boots and the nearest blunt object we can find on the side of the road." -Lillian "Lollipop" Dixon
From the day I was born, I could tell I was different. It was a sort of subconscious thing more than a tangible thing. Sorta like how you get scared when you stare into your worst fear, even though to another person that fear could be something completely adorable. Like cats or dogs. Not that I'm afraid of any cat or dog. (I freaking love them so much). Due to this little intangible difference, I never made many friends, if any, in school. I guess you could call me an airhead, but even then that wouldn't be very accurate. I can observe better than most people, but that just may be because I'm so darn quiet most of the time. It wasn't like I wanted to be quiet, but Katrina would skin me alive if I got in trouble in school. I don't stick out much, compared to the other girls. I stand at about five-foot-three with dark, amber-like honey hair that was far from straight, but smack dab in the middle of wavy and curly. Bouncy? I don't know; but it's just above shoulder length and complete with a set of wind-swept bangs. My eyes are bright emerald green and I have more lanky/lean muscle than those jocks you see on TV and stuff; my boobs aren't fabulous either, but not like you were asking.
Speaking of asking, no one in my family had called me to help move anything into our new house. Yes, new as in we just moved here from our home in North Carolina. I wasn't sure why, since one day Katrina announced that we were moving, but I never bothered to protest or question. Sure, I would miss the Tobacco state, (it was my home after all), but it wasn't like I was missing anything important. Besides school that is. The house we moved in to wasn't fancy. A simple two story home in the town of Tulsa, Oklahoma. The yard isn't something to show off, and I admit, the place was a tad run down, but not unlikeable. From my place in the bedroom I shared with Noelle, I could see my sisters shuffling boxes into the house. This was all the tag-along stuff, as I called it; just the lingering things from NC that were in the back of the moving van. All our furniture had been brought in the previous day, so we were all set for the most part.
After sitting around for a while longer, I decide to get up and walk out of the house. But just as I guessed, a hand caught my elbow and I turn to face my second-oldest sister, Katrina. Now, Katrina is like any other girl I've ever known. Her hair was a dark, rust brown, cascading down her face until it rests just below her shoulders. She was sharp in every way except her face, which looked soft and delicate on a first impression, but when you really get past that, she's tougher than a nail. If it weren't for the fact her face was stuck in this scowl-like expression, I would tell you her almond eyes are the most beautiful of hazel, so much so that it rivals the beauty of stain-glass windows. It was this same sharp woman that's the most responsible out of all of us, though I wasn't sure why. Even though Dylan's older than all of us (she being eighteen and Katrina being seventeen), she was never one to take charge in most subjects, besides defending us of course.
"Where're you goin'?" Katrina asked in a stern tone. "You know it's not safe t'be out at this hour. And 's a school night."
"I was just going to explore a bit…" I tried to tell her, but when I say exploring I mean I want to be gone for hours on end and come back caked in mud. Katrina opened her mouth to say something else but she was quickly cut off.
"Oh, lay off, Kat," hollered my other sister, Lillian, whom we all call Lollipop. She hated her real name and cursed anyone to hell if they called her by it. Except teachers; but even then she insisted on being called Lollipop. Now, the said girl, like Katrina, is a whole other league. She never wore make-up or skirts or heels; She didn't need to. Her hair wasn't really wavy, but it did this little curl at the tips that stubbornly stayed no matter how many times she's straightened them. As for the color, it was a vibrant lollipop (hence her nickname) blue. She dyed it regularly, being blue one month, then three months later, a nice bubblegum pink. Lollipop did this so much even I had forgotten her real hair color at one point, but her hair isn't the only thing that sets her apart from other girls. Her personality was like a kindling fire, she always loved the thrill of adrenaline running through her veins. The very thought of a fight would get her jittery and her assertiveness usually got her to the places she wanted to be. She's a loose cannon, Katrina always says. However, when Katrina said this, Lollipop would always respond with a 'I ain' a loose cannon, jus' a free spirit.' Those deep blue eyes of hers could read through anyone and they also resembled the sky she so desperately wanted to fly in.
"She's not goin' out by herself on a school night," pressed Katrina, releasing my arm to glare at Lollipop, who was lounging on the porch swing.
"Jus' cause 's a school night don' mean she cain't take a walk," she rebutted. "You make it sound like she's goin' t'be on the opposite a-town."
"It doesn't matter where she's goin'. She's stayin' here. After school you can go on a walk, maybe," she turned to me as she said this. "But you are not goin' anywhere t'night." Lollipop opened her mouth to defend me again, but I sighed and waved it off.
"It's alright, Lolli. She's right, it's pretty late, and we've been moving things around all day." I assured. "I'd rather not get lost in the middle of the night." Though Lollipop frowned, she gave in and stood up, rolling her eyes as she sauntered into the house. "Oi, Ruth! Ya better not be stickin' those fingers int' my stash! I paid f'those!" Katrina shook her head and sighed, aggravated. I giggled and kissed her cheek before following Lollipop inside. I wished those two would get along more, but I can't always get what I want.
Upon entering the house yet again after my two minutes of fresh air, I am greeted with the sight of the rest of my family, plus Lollipop, now situated on the couch. Lazy bums. I guess moving into a new place really did nothing to boost your spirits when there's nothing to do. But I couldn't help but wonder, why did the others just not opt to sit on the armchair or loveseat? It looks more comfortable if they didn't squeeze together on that tiny couch…
The first one to greet me was none other than my eldest sister, Dylan. Dylan's not only was she the oldest, but the tallest. I had no idea how she could stand at five-foot-six and not be intimidating, but I guess it's her completely laid-back personality that set everything off. She wasn't a smart-aleck (that was Lollipop's job) but she wasn't down right serious either. Her hair was more similar to mine, except her shade of blond was more wheat colored rather than dark amber. It was also thicker and was constantly kept in either a topknot or down. It's a pain to style, she says.
"Hey Mel!" She greeted loudly, waving enthusiastically and somehow managing not to smack Ruth or Lollipop in the face. "'Bout time you came downstairs! I was jus' tellin' Ruth 'ere how if you wasn't gonna come down 'ere I was gonna drag ya outta there ma'self."
"Dylan, you moron," Ruth huffed, dodging that waving arm to avoid being hit. "She came down before ya noticed! Maybe if ya weren't so caught up in that episode a' Tom 'n' Jerry ya woulda noticed her!" Ruth was more like Katrina in terms of personality and facial expressions, but her true talents lied elsewhere. If I could name the smart one in the bunch, it'd have to be Ruth. She's the one that always got good grades in school and had a pretty good knack for sports like football and baseball (that would only be if the boys in our last school would let her play) but never got into it enough to earn a scholarship. But it did earn her a nice tan. Though we've been in the same family since my birth, she and I never really conversed unless Lollipop was around. Ruth's hair leaned more towards the brownish-red side (that's because of Ma) and cut in a much shorter style (almost like a boy's) but her eyes were the same shade of Katrina's. Hazel.
"It really isn't her fault, though. The show is pretty interesting," Noelle shrugged. Leave it to her to mediate the two of them. It was normal for her to do this, even if fighting did freak her out more than anything in the world. She was like that pretty lady taming two wild lions at the circus, always calm and had her head down to earth. She looked exactly like me, save for the eyes, which were a pure silver-blue grey and her hair was longer. She was also a year older than me, believe it or not. People always mistook us for twins. Yet for all the hate towards fighting, she was the first person to rush to someone's aid, whether they had a broken arm or slashed to ribbons. Blood didn't faze her in the slightest, but the sound of a fist colliding with someone's face was enough to send her into a mental break down. Bless her for being so kind. I'm glad she's not stupid and naïve, unlike me.
I walked up to Noelle and sat on the arm of the couch, slouching into a similar position like the rest of my sisters. It was a pretty chill night after that. No one wanted to do more than sit around and watch TV or chat, but soon enough we got hauled to the kitchen to eat by Lollipop. However, Katrina being the spoil sport she is, ushered us all to bed an hour after we had eaten dinner. We all gave in, with the exception of Lollipop, who grabbed her jacket and was out the door before Katrina could get her say in.
"Darn girl," She swore under her breath, but we were all used to Lollipop running off. She was not one to be caged in one place for very long. Soon after we had all brushed our teeth and changed into our pajamas, I returned to the room to find Noelle already dozed off on her own single bed. There was a book open on the floor and the lamp was still on. Plus, the sheets were kicked down to her knees as if it was hot, but it was getting pretty chilly, and after picking up the book and placing the bookmark in the correct place and turning off the lamp, I grabbed the blankets at her knees and tucked her in. She shifted and let out a tiny whine but didn't pull away. I chuckled and shook my head before climbing into my own bed. I didn't realize how tired I was until my bed hit the pillow and the last light that came from Katrina's and Dylan's room was shut off. And I was whisked off to dream world along with it.
A/N: So this a new story I decided to start...
but on a further note, I am REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY sorry about my other stories. I can't decide on whether to just leave them or take them off ; As you can see, I'm not that into Hetalia any more, and the Outsiders, plus RoTG and KH and multiple other fandoms have caught my attention as of late. I may or may not just go and write a really crappy ending just so I don't have to see an incomplete story. So again, I apologize, but I'd rather not go back and cringe at the thought of those horribly written stories DX
So, moving on! I know the characterization of these OCs aren't the greatest, so I'll just give you a brief description of each for those of you who don't exactly picture them.
Dylan Lucia Dixon is the oldest of the family, she's eighteen and is five foot six. She doesn't attend school, but works at a place (I can't decide what place that is just yet) that has a pretty good wage. She has thick wheat colored hair and brown eyes. She's not as responsible as Katrina, but she can take charge when she needs to. She's also laid back and it takes a lot to provoke her. She is also lenient when it comes to people doing stupid things and loves her family to death.
Katrina Jenette Dixon is the second oldest, standing at seventeen years of age and five foot four. She attends school, but not as often as Noelle and Melanie. She has dark rust-colored hair and sharp hazel eyes. She wears a constant scowl on her face to keep the wrong people at bay and the only times she ever lets that scowl go is when she's sleeping and when she's with her family, if they're not driving her nuts.
Lillian Marie "Lollipop" Dixon is the third oldest being sixteen years of age and the most irresponsible out of the six of them. She loves to poke fun at people and scare them for fun and hates staying in the same place for more than an hour or so. She hates anything to do with prim and proper girls and their boyfriends. Aka Socs. But she calls them meatheads instead. At the current moment, her hair is a vibrant shade of blue like the lollipops she loves so much. When she gets tired of those particular flavors, she swaps to another set and her hair color along with it. She also has deep blue eyes and hates her real name.
Kylie Ruth Dixon is the fourth oldest and is more similar to Katrina and the same age as Lollipop. However, she has this "bored" aura rather than an intimidating aura. She loves sports and the outdoors and is usually being dragged around by Lollipop. The two are close for being polar opposites and they don't fight much, unlike Katrina and Lollipop. Ruth is the more independent of the pair, but every once in a while, she'll let Lollipop confide her ever-exaggerated stories. In turn, Lollipop lets her go on about how awesome the baseball game is, even thought the blue-haired girl has no interest in it. Has hazel eyes.
Noelle Vivian Dixon is the fifth oldest and the quieter one in the group. She looks almost exactly like Melanie except she has straighter and darker hair and her eyes are a silvery blue. Noelle is the one with the levelheadedness when it comes to very tense and unbalanced situations, however, she completely hates and is terrified of fighting. Ironically she's the first one to bust out the first-aid kit when someone is hurt. She is closest to Lollipop and Melanie, though will turn to Katrina if the other two aren't available. She is also as responsible as Katrina and will often urge the others to not give Katrina too much stress.
Melanie Jane Dixon is the sixth oldest and youngest in the family. She's fourteen years old and a year younger than Noelle (making Noelle fifteen). She's more outgoing and different than most girls, but that would be because her family influences her as such. Insults don't bother her and she speaks her mind, a quirk of Lollipop's that had rubbed off on her. Due to this, she tends to mouth off a lot, especially if she's irritated. If someone is dumbfounded by Lollipop's weirdness or Ruth's blunt comments, she shrugs it of and says 'it's life.' She also has a streak of obliviousness when it comes to her surroundings, but knows when to run and when it's okay to punch the other person in the face.
Well, I hope this helps... reviews are much appreciated, and again, I'm terribly sorry about my other stories... Criticism is also appreciated, but no straight out flames. Please. And if you see any mistakes, please feel free to point them out!
Well, see ya next time!
-A.S. Hitch