Dixie Hallow was the most popular girl at your school. She was pretty, kind, supportive, and absolutely stunning. She was the type of gal that everyone looked up to and only jealous people wished for her downfall but even then she treated them with kindness. She always dressed up nicely which only reinforced her popularity.

Most people thought she was unstable or not worth it. Never the less, people tried and she usually let them down gently and usually gave them something so they wouldn't feel bad for getting rejected. All that was crushed once it was revealed she was dating you.

After a while of dating it became more and more serious and she started to shed more and more of her popular and perfect shell to you only. Her real self was still kind and caring and loving but instead of being pretty and perfect all the time she wore baggy clothes, didn't do her makeup, acted lazy, and was all around messy and lazy.

One day she invited you to her house while her parents were gone, her brother and sister were doing their own things so it'd be improbable that anyone would bother the two of you. She had honestly forgotten you were coming over and was just lounging on the couch, watching tv, eating chips like a slob, and all around being messy and lazy.

When she heard you ring the pretty sounding doorbell it took her a minute to get up. She grabbed her glasses off of the coffee table so she didn't trip over anything on her way to answer the door. Usually she wore contacts at school as not to ruin her perfect persona but she was used to you now and didn't care.

She answered the door in a baggy and oversized shirt with crumbs all over it, a pair of baggy shorts that she was scratching under, scratching at her butt. She looked at you with slightly tired eyes, messy and slightly greasy hair tied into a messy bun. It was clear she had been letting go of herself in private like she always did though it never bothered anyone.

Dixie: "Oh. You're.. here? Sorry... I shoulda.. done.. somethin'..."