Here’s the lighthearted takeaway: Dixon doesn’t end up with Ivy because she’s his “soulmate” in some cosmic, pre-written script. He ends up with her because he chooses her—after learning to choose himself. When Dixon stops trying to be the perfect boyfriend, the perfect son, the perfect friend, he finally gets the girl.
And that’s a lesson you can steal, right now, without wearing a West Beverly Hills cheerleading uniform. Stop obsessing over the final scene. Instead, focus on the messy, hilarious, awkward middle. Go on that weird date. Have that uncomfortable conversation about feelings. Your “Ivy” is probably waiting for you to stop being so scared of the plot twists.
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Your Life, Not a CW Episode (But Kinda the Same)
I’m not saying you need a dramatic slow-motion walk through a high school hallway to find love. But I am saying that if Dixon—a guy who was literally adopted into a family of drama queens—can find his person, so can you. The girl he ends up with isn’t the prettiest, the richest, or the most popular. She’s the one who stuck around. That’s the real magic.
So, next time you’re spiraling about your own romantic future, ask yourself: “What would Dixon do?” He’d probably write a song about it, get rejected twice, then realize the answer was in front of him all along. You’ve got this.
Now go watch the final season and cheer—or cry—because that’s why we love TV: to remind us that even fictional heartthrobs have to work for their happy endings.
