The Truth. No Lies. ((Dixie))

[Mackenzie Holden]

"No. I say a 4." Mack told her sister with a smooth tone of voice. They were sitting at the ice-cream parlour- by the water fountain. Mack licked her ice-cream, and looked at her older sister to see her reaction. This was a rare treat; sitting with Dix and rating the guys that walked by. People would say it was a sexist thing to do- but guys did it to them; why couldn't Mack and Dix do it to them? Mack raised her eyebrow and finished her ice-cream before starting on the waffle cone. It was a brilliant day, the sun was out- but it wasn't shining too brightly. Besides, Mack wore a pair of Kris' sunglasses, the first pair he had given her. The other pair were in her drawer in her vanity. Dix said it made her look as pale as a vampire, because of the dark contrast- but other than that they looked good on her. Mack had gotten a slight tan that day at the beach with Jonathon, but the dark glasses still made her look like she was pale. Mack groaned at the memory of that date. It was horrible. He hadn't been a gentleman at all, didn't hold open doors, didn't complement her on anything. Mack knew Dix was going tease her about it, so she was avoiding the subject as long as possible. Mack had never had a worse date than the one with Jonathon Myles, and Mack had some really bad dates. She lowered her head onto her knees which were brought up against her chest- and groaned again, "I suppose you want to hear about Jonathon, am I right?" She asked- her voice muffled. She was hoping Dix didn't. She wasn't in the mood to relive that night- but she did want to share with Dix.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dixie tilted her head at the guy as he walked by, Mack had declared him a 4- where as Dix had declared him a 6. She sighed in resignation and nodded, "Yeah. A four. I agree. He needs to go to the beach and get a tan." She said before she put a chocolate quarter sized disc in her mouth. She sucked on it and continued to look at the passers-by. Mack let out a groan and Dix looked at her with shock. Then a sly smile crossed her lips when she realised what Mack was groaning about. The date she had last night, Dix wanted to hear and to tease- but she wasn't in the mood for that at the moment. Dix was in the mood for actually talking to Mack, about a lot of things. Though she wasn't positive on how Mack would react to a few things Dix had to ask.

"I suppose you want to hear about Jonathon, am I right?" Mack asked. Dix looked at her sister- who had her face on her knees, and shook her head slowly. Her brown hair was up in a pony tail- it was messy but it didn't bother Dix at all that much. Dix smiled sweetly and innocently and put her head on Mack's shoulder, "No, Kenze, I want to hear about Jack." She said with just as sweet a voice. She knew exactly what Mack would do- push her off and tell her to bugger off; and Dix would simply laugh and say that she couldn't keep secrets from her forever.

[Mackenzie Holden]

"J-Jack? What about Jack?" Mack asked- her throat feeling dry. She looked at Dix with a raised eyebrow. What was her sister getting at? Bloody hell... Mack rolled her eyes when she realiesd Dix was going to start the whole 'you like Jack' thing again. Mack moved away from her sister so her head fell off, and muttered, "Not this again." She was getting annoyed with this. And why was Dix so interested in it anyway? Mack saw Jack as a friend and nothing more. She knew Dix didn't see it that way, on the grounds of Mack spending so much time with him- talking about him.

"It's really getting old, Dix. How many times do I have to tell you, and everyone else- that I just look at Jack as a good friend and nothing more?" Mack asked, her voice quite annoyed. It really wasn't anyone elses business, and she was about to tell the world where to get off. Even if she did walk away from Dix at the moment though, she knew Dixie wouldn't give up. Dix was out for info- and she wouldn't stop until she got it. That was the one admirable thing about Dix. She never surrended. Never. If there was one thing Dixie taught Mack, it was never surrender to something you can always win. And you can always win with the right strings being pulled.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

"Oh, Mack, when are you just gonna admit it? You like Jack more than a friend. C'mon, say it with me; 'I, Mackenzie Sara Holden, like Jack Rendel more than just a friend.'" Dix stood up from her seat and fixed her purse- staring down at Mack who was obviously annoyed. Dix was having too much fun with this to give up though.

"Yes, this, again. You can't avoid it forever, you can't keep denying your true, real, feelings." As Dix said 'true' and 'real' she did two quick twirls and put her hand to her forehead, giving a dramatic sigh and a flutter of her eye lashes. She grabbed Mack's hand and pulled her up, linking her arm in Mack's and guiding her to Flourish and Blotts.

"You mustn't think that you can hide behind me all your life. Not that I'm not willing to be your shield- I just need to have my own space." Dix said with a pat on Mack's arm.

[Mackenzie Holden]

Mack looked at her sister as if she were insane; but allowed her to pull her up and lead her to Flourish and Blotts. Mack sighed and rolled her eyes with even more annoyance than before, "Honestly, Dix, you needn't assure me of my feelings. Why? BECAUSE THOSE FEELINGS AREN'T THERE!" Mack exclaimed angrily. She sighed a frustrated sigh and looked up at the sky.

"What, Big Sis knows best? Oh please, Dixie. You couldn't keep a guy- let alone tell me when I like one. You have no room to give advice, my dear sister." This time Mack patted Dix's arm and smirked maliciously. She had no desire to continue this conversation- and yet she wanted to. Why, she did not know, but she knew she wanted to.

"And I wouldn't think of hiding behind you. You don't make a very sturdy shield- you're wobbley and you don't know the difference between an enemy and a friend. Don't take it personally, it's just- you aren't shield material." Mack told her with a giggle and a click of her tongue.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix listened to her sister continue to tell her that she didn't like Jack in anyway more than a friend, and that Dix wouldn't make a good shield. Dixie sighed and looked at the blonde haired girl with a smile that said, 'I know all.' Dix was going to get Mack to admit by the end of the day, it was just necessary.

As they walked down the street Dix decided to tackle another topic; "You like him," Or not. The same topic. Different approach. Dix smiled; "Okay- let's say you don't like him. Who do you like then? I mean- there is a reason as to why you wake up in the morning, singing- put flowers in your hair; and why you are going out dancing every night. Isn't there? Or are you just having a revelation?" Dix raised an eyebrow in silent wonder. Mack had been acting differenlty lately. Every night she went out dancing- wearing flowing skirts and off the shoulder tops. It was all so weird to see Mack acting like that. It gave Dix the wiggins.

"After all- there must be a reason. I haven't known of any girls who just do that out of nowhere. It's rather amusing to know that's possible." Dix added as they entered a shop. She looked around and saw they were at Flourish and Blotts; no doubt getting a few books for Mack to read. Mack was a large reader- where as Dix, didn't like to read as much.

[Mackenzie Holden]

She knew Dix wasn't going to give up that easily. It was just common knowledge, Dixie Holden didn't give in easily. Mack closed her eyes, actually thinking about this now. What if she did like Jack the way Dix said she did? What if she did think Jack more than a friend? How could she like Jack more than a friend? It's Jack. Jack- the guy she had rescued from Vika's wrath. Jack- the guy who had seen her tipsy, hungover, upset, angry, deep, and giddy. Would it be so horrible if she did like Jack? Mack shook her head- as if to rid herself of these thoughts and comprehended Dix's question.

She shrugged; "No one. I don't like anyone. I promise. I just- am changing, I suppose. I found something out about my past; and it makes me feel like a total different person. I want to experience some roots of my history- and I guess dancing and singing are things that make me experience that to the whole." Mack answered in a whisper. She hadn't told Dixie about the Molly thing, and yet Dix already knew. She hoped her sister would understand what she meant by that, because Mack didn't have another way of explaining it.

"You know, you should come dancing with me one night. It's really fun." Mack said as they entered Flourish and Blotts. She wanted three or four books to read over the weekend of boredom. The club was going to be closed for renovations and Mack had nothing to do. So she was going to read a few interesting books instead of doing nothing. She walked over to the fiction section and pulled out a muggle book, why they were at a wizarding store was beyond Mack's imagination, but they were.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix looked at Mack with intrigue. She seemed to be thinking about something- and that was confirmed when Mack shook her head as if to rid herself of something. Dix smiled slyly and she fixed her hair as Mack spoke about her roots and things like that. Dix’s eyebrows rose as if they had their own will- she had known about the Mack and Molly story- but she hadn’t thought Mack would bring it up. Then again; Mack didn’t exactly bring it up- she just mentioned something about her past.

“Mack, every girl likes a guy once in their life, and the age of 13 or 14- that’s the time where most of your guy liking days begin. My first boyfriend was at the age of 10, and you haven’t had one yet. I know you want to experience your history and understand about everything that has gone on, but sometimes you need a breather from that. And I find that guys are the perfect things.” Dix stated calmly as she browsed the shelves as well. Mack already picked out a few books, and she was still looking.

“I’ll pass on the dancing thing, It’s not really my idea of a past-time. All the power to you, though, for dancing every night like you do.” Dixie patted her sister’s back and smiled reassuringly. Mack could always do the exotic things Dix could never do. Sometimes Dix envied her for it too, but lately she’s learned to accept it.

[Mackenzie Holden]

Mack pulled out another book, not looking at her sister but apparently talking to her- "And your whiney, cry-baby point would be...?" She asked with annoyance and sarcasm. Mack flipped open the cover of the book she had taken off the shelf and thumbed through it, reading the first few pages before deciding to put it back. Mack looked at her older sister with a raised eyebrow and an innocent 'Who? Me?' look.

She took the books and headed towards the counter, slamming them down and turning to look at her sister as she leaned against the counter. "Look, I don't like Jack. Even if I do, which I don't, there is no way to be positive he likes me. Ergo- whatever you are trying to do here is going to be useless and stupid, because I doubt him and I will get together. So- you can stop with the whole trying to figure out if I like him because, I don't, and nothing will ever happen- even if I did." Mack turned back around; payed for her purchases and left the store in a slight huff.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

"Wait! Mack! That didn't make-" Dix called, but the door slammed her in her face. She cried out in sharp pain and held her nose which, thankfully, wasn't bleeding. Pushing open the door, she caught up with Mack who was walking away at a very fast speed. Dix grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop, or tried to. Her heels dug into the ground and made Dix trip, but she kept her balance, "Mack! Stop! LISTEN TO ME!" She yelled. Dixie grabbed her sisters collar and threw her into a nearby chair.

"You can't just say something like that and expect me to understand it! I have gotten every guy I wanted, I wouldn't know what you mean by 'not getting together.' If you like him and he likes you, then why wouldn't you go out? Why wouldn't you be more than friends? Is there this unwritten law against it?" Dix was sincerely confused. She had no clue what Mack was getting at, and she wanted to understand.

[Mackenzie Holden]

A pain shot through Mack's back, "Ow!" She shrieked as she rubbed her back in the chair she had been pushed into. Mack looked at Dix as she went off. Sighing, Mack put her head in her hands and thought about her reply. Finally her exhaustion of talking about this, turned to anger and she stood up; fire in her eyes, "BECAUSE I CAN'T!!! OKAY!? CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?! CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT EVEN IF I DID LIKE HIM, I COULDN'T?! IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!! IT ISN'T!! SO DON'T SIT TEHRE AND TELL ME THAT I CAN LIKE HIM! BECAUSE I WANT TO! BUT I CAN'T! I, just, can't!" Mack screamed at her. Hot tears burning her eyes. She hurriedly wiped them away and crossed her arms. Blinking back even more tears.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

"No! NOT okay! Why can't you?! Eh, Mack?! Jack is the only person who has REALLY made you smile in the longest time! Why would you want to throw that away?! Mack you are a great person, you don't deserve to be in sorrow all your life! The sun does shine! You do smile! Mack! YOU CAN LIKE HIM! No where does it say you can't! What you can't do, is throw something away that could make you so happy. I won't allow it, Mack. You are the greatest person out there- and you don't deserve to throw something that's potentially terrific for you. No way in hell, Mack. No way in hell." Dix pulled up a seat next to her sister, resting her chin on the back of the chair and looked at her sister with a pleading look that said she wanted the best for Mack, no matter how horrible she was to her sister.

[Mackenzie Holden]

“Damn it, Dix!! You don’t understand! You never will! You get the guy you want with a snap of your fingers! While I have to work for the guy I want! And when they are in the palm of my hand, I still can’t get them because it’s different. It’s not something to throw away, it’s something to preserve. I’m sorry if you think this is what is best for me, but I strongly disagree. I know what’s best for me. Not you. Not anyone. Me!” Mack put her hand to her chest; those tears in her eyes falling down her cheeks, “Pam doesn’t know. Derreck sure as hell doesn’t know. After all they took me from my biological mother, made me believe I was pure-blooded all these years. I can’t trust anything they say, and you? You’re just there when you want to be. You are never there when you’re needed.” Mack couldn’t feel the tears- but she knew they were there, yet she didn’t bother to wipe them away, “Don’t tell me how to live my life- when you don’t half of it.” She whispered harshly.