Part Two

Silver and Naomi stepped off the plane at LAX, and headed to get their bags at the luggage corale. Through their entire trip Silver could not stop thinking about Dixon and the night of the dance. She wanted to be with him, in fact, if he had ever said 'let's get back together,' SIlver would have jumped at the opportunity in a heartbeat. She was anxious to see if Dixon felt the same way, although she had a feeling he did.

When she arrived home, Silver debated on whether or not to call Dixon. She wanted to know how he felt, but at the same time she felt it might be too soon. She sat on her bed, placed her phone in her lap and stared at it waiting for the right time to call him. As if by some telepathic power, her phone burst out in its "Blitzkreig Bop" ringtone, making Silver jump slightly. Her heart started fluttering when she saw it was a text message from Dixon.

Hey, just saw N at the BC, how was your trip?
-Dixon

Silver smiled and quickly texted him back, thinking of all the things her and Naomi had done in St. Barts.

It was great! What are you doing later?
-Silver

She waited for him to respond and laid back on her bed. She hoped he was free. She needed to talk to him and couldn't wait to see him. Her lips felt as though they were still tingling from their kiss the previous week. Silver clutched her phone to her chest, closing her eyes lightly and smiling, picturing herself with Dixon, replaying the Winter Wonderland dance over and over in her mind. She smiled giddily when her phone went off again with another text message from Dixon.

That's good. Nothing.. but if you still wanted to talk, I'm completely cool with that.
-Dixon

Silver squeeled lightly, grinning from ear to ear. She texted him back and told him they would meet at the Beach Club, since she assumed he was already there. She put her phone in her pocket and grabbed her car keys as she headed towards the door. She was almost to her car when she caught a glimpse of herself in the sideview mirror. She didn't look bad, in fact it was something she was normally completely comfortable wearing just about anywhere, but she felt the urge to make herself even more presentable - attractive even. She wanted Dixon to know she was serious about this. She hurried back in her room and took off her clothes tossing them aside, she opened her closet, which was mostly filled with her mother's clothing. She pushed past the 'Jackie Taylor momentos' to her own clothes. She decided on a silk checkered shirt and a pair of black leggings. She pulled on some high heels and headed out the door. She skipped a last look in the mirror in case she had second thoughts, so she got in her car and drove to the Beach Club