A New Cover {Addison}

[PICKLE ABREY]

Pickle felt absolutely awful. Even though she made some...awkward peace with Tyler, she still hadn't managed to get to Addison yet. The fact that she went to see Tyler before Addison had been gnawing at her relentlessly. Afterall, it was Addison who had been there for her during the RJ and Freddie mess. It was Addison who was there, any time Pickle felt down or needed a shoulder. And yet, she went to go see Tyler first.

Which is why Pickle had spent the better part of the morning making a peace offering. Addie was more than likely in the library, and that's where she would try first. The peace offering consisted of something sweet, and something functional. A light, flaky pastry baked in a little twist with a honey glaze and colored sugar ontop. Inside of the pastry was a delectable strawberry jam that Pickle had made overnight. Gently placing them in a container, Pickle ran a brush through her hair. It wasn't a bad hairday, but her long blonde hair was straightened from the day before. It didn't fall into a nice platinum sheet, but looked piecey. A little more ragged--but purposefully done.

Shoving her feet into a pair of blue pumps, Pickle grabbed the container and meandered down towards the library. She partially forgot that Addison probably hadn't seen the new, made over Pickle. The past few weeks she had spent with Christian, learning, appreciating. Her phone had lay forgotten in her dorm room, and by the time she got home--she was too tired to even look at it. Her lips turned down somewhat at the thought that she had let a new person come in and dominate her life. Sure, she was sure he'd understand if she wanted time with friends. But Pickle was easily obsessive, and found herself delighting in the change of company. Being around someone who thought her beautiful, and someone who thought she had potential. Someone who managed to unlock it.

Unlike Kennedy, and the "friends" before her, Christian didn't try to shove change down Pickle's throat. Instead, coaxed her. Gently explained to her. Pulled her out of her shell. And that's why he managed to be successful when no one else had been. When she stepped into the library, a few heads turned towards her. Eyeing her curiously. A pretty girl in happy summer colors--all which matched, walking into a library on a morning when there were no classes. She looked ready for a day in the mall--not a day in the library. It was only when they saw the massive eyes in the middle of her face, did they realize who they were looking at--and quickly looked away.

Pickle edged through the large library, peeking around corners until she saw who she was looking for, sitting at a table. Pickle tried to rehearse lines in her head, but nothing came. So instead, her long legs carried her towards Addison's table, "Is this seat taken?" She asked softly, minding her voice in the library.

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[ADDISON ROWE]

Things had been very… strange lately.

Addison hadn’t seen much of any of her friends. It could’ve been that winter break had just finished and they’d all been home visiting for the holidays. Obviously, she’d spent Christmas with her family, so it was only safe to assume that most everybody else did as well. She’d managed to deliver a few presents, but for the most part, she had to leave the gifts with roommates or in the mail office. It was all very weird, to say the least, and it was started to bother her. Sure, it bothered her initially. But now it felt like it was just getting out of hand. Admittedly, she always had her nose in a book or she was writing essays, but she made herself available, didn’t she?

For example! Yes, okay, she was in the library right now, doing an extra credit assignment. She’d tried to keep it on the down low that she was doing this, because if there was one person who did not need extra credit, it was Addison Rowe. But how could one blame her? If she wanted to get into a good college, she needed to have good grades. Nonetheless, just because she was in the library doing school work didn’t mean that she wouldn’t have been up for going out and doing something if somebody asked her to. In complete honesty… complete total pinky promise not to tell anybody else honesty, Addison was… growing tired of everybody knowing her as the goody two shoes bookworm.

There was just something about people expecting certain things from her, and calling her predictable or boring. There was something very annoying about it. It had been all the more frustrating that she couldn’t find Pickle to talk to about it, to get reassurance from that she was in fact not predictable or boring. Her lovely blonde friend was no where to be found lately, and Addison didn’t know what to do about it. They’d always had each other to rely on, and when even Tyler didn’t know what was going on with their mutual friend, it worried Addison. That might have been why she was looking for extra work to do, just to keep herself distracted from wondering what could have happened.

Addison leaned back and closed her eyes, pressing her palms against her eyelids. She was going to have a headache soon, no doubt about it. How long had she been here, anyway? Pinching the bridge of her nose and slowly sitting back up, Addison checked her phone for the time. Nearly two hours. Was that it? It felt like she’d been at this for days. A voice to her left almost scared her out of her skin, despite how quietly they’d spoken. Still, she’d know that voice anywhere. Addison turned and looked, but the girl before her didn’t remind her of Pickle. She looked sort of stunned for a second before a smile lit up her face. “Pickle! Wow, oh—

” Someone hushed her from a few aisles away.

Addison lowered her voice, trying not to feel sheepish. “You look amazing![/color]” Addison half got up from her seat before returning and gesturing for Pickle to join her. “Yeah, absolutely.[/color]” Once the girl had settled, Addison was able to really take in Pickle’s makeover. She tried to ignore the container until Pickle said something about it. “Is this what you’ve been doing the past forever?[/color]” She smiled a bit more gently this time, forgetting how frustrated she’d been about the whole disappearance. It still lingered somewhere in the back of her mind, but the thing that mattered now was that Pickle had made a return – a triumphant one at that. “I love the dress. And are you wearing heels?[/color]”
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