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

Chapter 13: part 5 - your love is easy and i don't even try

"Alright guys," Ms. Mattel claps her hands together, "this is it. Last run. How are we feeling?" She smiles and looks around to the tired, yet proud faces of the teenagers around her. There's loud breathing, quiet laughter and a familiar smell of newly sewn fabric and sweat. The air feels heavy but they feel as happy as they ever could.

Then, of course, comes in our dearest killjoy. "About to drop dead," murmurs Laila. Trixie pretends she doesn't hear it and keeps smiling, but Katya straight up crosses her arms at the girl, who shrugs. That's one big, happy family right there if you ask me.

"Thanks for the input, Laila," Katya hisses, then sighs through her nose.

"You may not be able to tell, but we're all there too." The crowd of hormonal vultures laughs and Trixie takes her girlfriend's hand. Technically, faculty is not allowed to show displays of affection while at work, but at this point she's basically daring RuPaul to fire her. Seriously. They fucked in his office and made sure he caught them making out in that special staff-only restroom too. Both of them are asking for it, basically begging to get fired.

"Anyway, kids, I'm sure Ms. Mattel cares to know how you're feeling about our progress in this play and how your nerves are doing," Katya continues, squeezing Trixie's hand a little tighter. "Please share, we need to know if anyone is likely to throw up on scene." Trixie rolls her eyes at that. I mean, is Katya really Katya if she's not talking about vomit?

"Laila? How's the vomit forecast?" She asks. Trixie purses her lips and smiles. It isn't the first time that Katya's done this, but she loves it. Whenever her girlfriend tries to defend her from even the slightest amount of sass coming from outsiders, especially students, she feels precious, protected and incredibly horny. Watching Katya's muscles tense and her smile fade into a thin line while the skin on her forehead becomes wrinkly has slowly become her favorite thing in the world, next to forehead kisses. She fucking loves forehead kisses. She loves Katya tiptoeing and bringing her head down so she can reach it, she loves Katya's heart being twice as big as she is and she loves having it all for herself.

Laila laughs then pretends to gag, which makes everyone in the room laugh.

"What about all you boogie eaters?" Katya asks.

"It's booger, honey," Trixie whispers, leaning in closer to her ear.

"Well, they should stop eating shit, then," her girlfriend exclaims. Trixie kisses her cheek and laughs, just like everyone else in the room. "So? How are you all feeling?"

The kids' answers don't go too far off what they already expected to hear, even the one who said she hopes Ms. Needles won't be there because she's terrified of her. I mean, who isn't? Trixie is. They're friends and all, but at a safe distance. She doesn't want to wake up with her neck bitten or organs removed. You never know with these goths...

Still, their students are exhausted and death bed pale, but somehow she feels this primitive, fiery energy coming from them as they sing and dance and don't get their lines wrong. It's everywhere in this play, Trixie knows that even Katya can feel it just by looking at her. It's the kind of energy that keeps you going even when your body is about to stop functioning, when your limbs cannot move on their own and your mind starts shutting down. And this energy says "RuPaul Charles, you are about to eat shit."

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Michelle Visage, on the opposite of what Trixie had imagined, turns out to be way less horrible than she seems to. The dog is creepy, yes, but it's absolutely forgiven once she actually gets to know the rest of her. Deep down, not even that deep, Michelle is an insecure and lonely woman who doesn't have anything to lose - which on one hand is kind of sad, sure, but on the other side it means she will do everything in her incredibly underestimated power to raise hell with her new queer friends. This is starting to look like a sitcom.