untitled: trixie and katya

chapter four

trixies pov

"i dont even see you anymore! what am i supposed to do? just sit around with my thumb up my ass while you are out posting every girl you meet? im not! im not!"

silence.

"im not doing this tonight david!"

i hung up the phone. yet another argument, but somehow, some way, he always pulls me back in.

"bad time?" i heard a familiar voice.

"shit katya, you scared me! how much if that did you hear?"

"how embarrassed would you be if i said all of it?

"fuck, im sorry."

she inched closer to me and reached her arms out.

"no no no! dont apologize, come here."

i brought myself into her embrace and tears began to fall down my face. david and i had been together for years, but our relationship seemed like it had been over for months. in the beginning all we had was each other. he loved me and i loved him, but im starting to think we were better off as friends.

"im sorry, its just so hard," i sobbed, "he is like my bestfriend and it hurts so bad watching not only our relationship crumble but our friendship too."

katya released her grip, lifted my chin and began to wipe my tears away.

"hey, hey, listen, take a deep breath okay? breathe with me. okay?"

i watched as her chest rose and fell and followed along.

"okay, good, youre doing great. can i offer you some advice? or would you like another hug?"

i contemplated my options for a second. i normally hated hugs, but with katya i felt oddly safe and warm. but i also had no idea what to do with david.

"can i be greedy and chose both?" i managed to mutter.

she pulled my into her embrace and stroked my hair. she smelt of perfume and cigarettes which weirdly comforted me. she was a little taller than me, so her chin rested on my forehead. that hug seemed to last a lifetime, and to be honest i had no complaints.

"now some advice," she pulled away from me and grabbed onto my shoulders. "trixie, all i am is a barista to you, but that doesnt mean i dont see your worth. i think you are the person not seeing your worth. you are a hardworking, talented, beautiful girl with big dreams. any guy to be lucky enough to have you would be absolutely fucking stupid to put themselves in a position to lose you. i might be biased, but i think youre better off without him. i know that he isnt only your boyfriend, but also your bestfriend, but that should mean even more than he should know how lucky he is. he let the fame get to him. you are far too pure for him trix."

trix. no one has ever called me that before, and i kind of liked the sound of it.

"youre right katya," i wiped the remaining tears i had on my face, "i need to break up with him because all he is doing is pulling me down."

she smiled, "that's absolutely right, are you okay?"

i took a deep breath, "i will be."

"dont you have a show to perform? i know a really excited barista who took a night off of work to be hereeee," she finished in a singsong voice.

"FUCK! I GO ON IN TEN MINUTES! MY MAKEUP!"