untitled: trixie and katya

chapter seven

the moonlight was replaced with sunlight, but katya was still thinking of trixie. she had this intoxicating way about her that was just indescribable. katya stretched her arms and legs out, revealing a smell that made her gag.

"oh God i should really shower," she said aloud.

she got up from the couch and began to tiptoe upstairs. as she opened her bedroom door she saw that trixie was still fast asleep in her bed. a smile appeared on katyas face. she quietly grabbed some clothes and headed to the shower.

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trixies pov

i slept for what felt like days, but the funny part is i dont even remember falling asleep. i peeked open my eyes then quickly closed them when the sun hit them. i took a deep breath and sprawled out on the bed.

"oh i see someones awake!" a voice rang through the bedroom.

i jolted up in a panic, only to realize it was katya, the barista from downtown.

"um.." i began to scan my surroundings trying to contemplate where i was.

"you are in my apartment," katya began, "i went to your show last night and you sorta got hammered and i was scared to leave you alone, i hope thats not weird or anything, i just wanted to make sure you were safe."

"oh, wow, uh, thank you. thats actually really sweet of you."

"if youd like i left out some clothes and the bathroom is that way, you are more than welcome to take a shower, and im about to go down to make breakfast."

i stared at the tall blonde for a minute, "thank you, i think im going to take you up on that considering i kinda dont know where my keys are."

we both chuckled then parted ways.

i scanned her apartment, or what i saw of it so far. it was pretty damn nice for a struggling college student. she lived alone, but oddly enough it felt so welcoming, like an entire family lived there. i observed her shampoo and conditioner and her mens body wash. she was hot i couldnt deny it. fuck. david. we fought last night, my memories were coming back. a wave of embarrassment came over me as i recalled accusing katya of just wanting to sleep with me. i finished my shower as fast as i could and threw on the clothes katya let me wear.

the smell of buiscuts and eggs fiked the air.

"katya, im so sorry about last night, i feel like absol-"

"trix you were having fun, no need to apologize. speaking of, you seem to be pretty popular this morning," she gestured to my phone charging on the counter.

i ran to it and pick it up. i had 8 missed called from david and probably around 36 texts.

"fuck," i said aloud.

"what's wrong?" katya seemed genuinely concerned.

"david. he uh," i showed her all of the notifications.

"trixie, you need to talk to him."

"kat, you don't understand, every time we talk we end up back together. he never wants to talk, he just tries to tell me everything i want to hear then seduces me."

"why dont i go with you? you invite him for dinner and i go with you for support?"

"katya i cant ask you to do that, we barely know each other."

"i know youre coffee order, that youre a vegetarian, and that you are a great musician, i think that qualifies enough for us to be friends. besides, you arent asking trix, im offering."

i agreed, then we sat down for breakfast. she fixed me coffee just the way i like it. i pulled out my phone and texted david.

david 

me- meet me on thursday afternoon at our spot. no ifs ands or buts.

he responded almost instantly

david<3- okay beautiful, see you then x

"well i guess we are really doing this," i said as i took a bite of my buiscut.

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