a cactus and a lily find a common pot to grow - trixya

Chapter 5: Part 2 - I'll leave the light on for a while

Everybody knows that Trixie is a religious person. She grew up in church, sang in the choir, volunteers for the Easter and Christmas events and goes there every Sunday along with Ian and both of their parents. She never complained about having to attend masses or having that cross hung up on her bedroom wall, she liked it, even. She loves God and she feels loved back, she finds on Him the strength she needs to keep going and she knows if He's been putting her through this it means it's part of a bigger plan.
And Trixie prays a lot. As soon as she wakes up she thanks God for another day, before every meal, she thanks Him for the food, before she goes to sleep she thanks Him for all the blessings she had on that day. The only thing she asks of God is that, whenever she sees Ian, that he'll be in a good mood, and yet, out of all blessings He's already given her, this one seems to be beyond His power.
Her prayers are intense and continuous and usually thankful and joyful, every single day. But, and you may ask God Himself, Trixie has never prayed as hard as she's doing today, and it's all Katya's fault.
See, when she was told that there was someone who could help them, Trixie's heart filled with joy and at that moment she swears she could kiss Katya. Not literally. Figuratively. Not a literal kiss. Not that she thinks about kissing Katya too much. Not that she thinks about getting kissed by Katya on places that aren't her mouth. Not that she ended up moaning her name on accident last night as she felt her own soft touch and imagined red lipstick smudged all over her chest and thighs. After all, she's straight. She likes men. Men with beards and dicks, classic men, typical men, any men. That's what she likes. Men.
Well, that's not the point. The point is that Katya made her feel hopeful after she'd given up, and she couldn't be more thankful. But then, the moment she saw who is it that is going to help them, she started praying as hard as she could.
Standing in front of them is Sharon Needles, Alverton High's music teacher, also known as "that one person with a few satanism related rumors about them". She wears her platinum blonde hair in a short bob haircut and her lip injections become more obvious with her dark lipstick. Trixie has known her for the longest time, even though they never speak, but they even went to school together, and she hasn't changed at all: no amount of plastic surgery will take the weirdo out of her.
God, she remembers it like it was yesterday. Sharon was a skinny little creature, meth addict skinny, who had a tattoo she hid from her parents, a pixie haircut and combat boots, wore big, square glasses but no makeup at all - until she discovered black eyeliner and nail polish. The rumors were so awful, now that she thinks about it. First, it was the drugs, then the satanic cult, but the one that really stuck around was the lesbian rumor. Trixie may or may not have had something to do with that, but Sharon did technically hit on her that day after cheer practice - she wasn't even a cheerleader, she just sat and watched Trixie and her friends dancing from the bleachers, so yeah, of course Trixie would call her a "total dyke!"
"Well, well, well, look who's finally come to visit... What a nice surprise, Katya!" She says and cackles, raising her eyebrows. "And I see you brought a... friend. Now, that didn't take long, did it?" She sits down and crosses her legs.
Wait, what tone was that? Why would she even say something like th... Of course! How didn't she realize before? A high school dyke and a lesbian Russian? Ding ding ding, we have a winner! They have dated, they used to date! Oh, my God, maybe it's recent? And Sharon is still butthurt over it? Wow, Trixie did get it right though, Sharon is a big, fat lesbo! A big, fat lesbo who thinks her and Katya are dating... Alright, she's blushing now.
"Oh, look, she changes color too" Sharon adds, looking like a poisonous snake. She hates Trixie and the Barbie doll gives her every reason to, if she had been put through half the shit Sharon had to handle during high school, she'd be twice as bitter.
"Katya, what are we doing here?" Trixie whispers smiling, but Katya ignores her.
"Look, Sharon, I know that we're not on the best terms right now but..." Katya starts off, but Sharon's gasp makes her stop.
"Not on the best terms? Seriously Yekaterina? I had to hear from Adore that you were in rehab because you didn't have the guts to tell me! You were gone for two weeks before I heard from you again and then you came back and you never looked for me!" She shouts and Katya's eyes widen.
"Shhhh!" Katya rushes closer to her. Trixie is still processing the word rehab in her head. "Okay, no, we're not doing this again. I came here because Trixie and I are desperate and you're the only one who can help us!"
"Well, not my circus, not my monkey!" She answers exasperated and Katya looks confused. Trixie has to lean in and whisper "she means this is not her problem." Katya mouths "oh" and nods then goes from confused to annoyed.
"You and your fucking idioms, fuck Americans" she whispers under her breath, then inhales deeply. "Sharon, can you just..."
"No, Katya, I cannot!" She says firmly and Trixie takes a step back. She has too many questions, not enough bravery or will to die to ask them. "I already have to look at you every single day after you broke my heart and tore me to pieces, now I have to help you and your new chick, who also happens not to be on my good side? I think you should leave before this gets ugly." Oh, so it isn't ugly yet, Trixie thinks, fearing a little for her safety.
"No, Sharon, this is professional, not personal!" Katya responds. "Trixie and I have been put, no, not put, but shoved together into this project because they canceled my art exhibition and they almost canceled the musical, but we have very firm reasons to believe that the principal is still trying to get rid of us!"
"Oh really? I'm moved" Sharon replies, dry, and rolls her eyes. Trixie's getting some goosebumps. "Haven't seen that before," she rolls her eyes.
"Sharon, listen" Katya plants her hand on the desk forcefully and Trixie is pretty sure hands aren't supposed to make you twitch when slammed like that, but, hey, she doesn't really feel like complaining about that. "We know they canceled your concert two years ago and you haven't had a new one since, you told me that, remember? And do you recall how awful and invalid and underappreciated you felt because no matter how much effort you put into your work some jock who runs kinda fast will always get all the credit? I remember that and I remember how angry you were and believe me or not I'm just as mad." She takes a deep breath. "First they cut our budget in half, then they cut the half of the half and then they cancelled my exhibition and took away more money from us and now they're taking away our material and we're stuck here unable to move forward and you know you can help us and you also know this is gonna be good for you, so quit being a bitch and so something goddammit!"
By the end of her tantrum, Katya is sweaty and shaky and breathing heavily and Trixie imagines this is what she looks like after sex. She can picture it clearly in her mind, Katya's hair being all messed up and her bangs pointing everywhere, her eyes closed as she rests her head on the pillow and her eyeliner smudged, just like her red lipstick, sweat dripping down her neck and bare chest and she pants while smiling. Okay, wow, "Katya's bare chest"? No, we're not going there. Penises. Trixie loves penises. Not breasts and especially not Katya's. Dick. That's what she likes, good old dick. Or just plain dick, any dick really, but also only dick.
"You had a budget?" Sharon asks, raising her eyebrows for what feels like the four hundredth time. Trixie swears she sees her eye twitch. Then she snorts. "I never had a fucking budget. All of the concerts I hosted came from the student fundraisers and even from my own fucking pocket. We were on our own the whole time. Motherfuckers..."
"We need a band. An orchestra, really" Katya says. "Will you help us? Please, Sharon, let's leave it all behind and..."
Sharon interrupts her. There has been a hell lot of interrupting today. "I will help you, but not because of you, actually, in spite of you." She glances at Trixie. "Both of you."
"Oh my Gooood" Trixie whispers under her breath because she is 75% sure Sharon can attack her at any minute, at this point, she's just waiting for it.
"I'm doing this out of anger. Just so that old bitch RuPaul Charles knows I'm still here and I still got it" she continues and Katya sighs in relief. "Don't say thank you yet, now we're in debt. You owe me one."
"God, anything, Sharon!" Katya wheezes and smiles and turns to Trixie and squeezes her hand out of excitement. Trixie's heart skips one, two, three beats but all she does is smile faintly.
"Please keep your God out of this" Sharon replies in disgust. "Email me the music sheets, I'll fix the rest. We're done for now" and then she stands up and leads them both out of her classroom, slamming the door behind them.
"We made it!" Katya hugs Trixie so unexpectedly she doesn't even have time to react. "We're gonna do it, Trixie, we're gonna make them eat it!"
Trixie smiles and lets her go, blushing so hard she thinks someone might mistake her face for a fire extinguisher. She hasn't really said anything yet because there are only two words floating around in her head, "ex-girlfriend" and "rehab" and if she opens her mouth she might accidentally blurt one of them out and, right now, she doesn't need this kind of embarrassment. She carries on the rest of the day trying to shake off the electric buzz from where Katya touched her and not succeeding at it.