Strange Magic - trixya

The Farmhouse

"Trixie, are you sure about that?" She was in Dela's backyard, both having their weekly chat and catching up with gossip, as they sat under the biggest tree of her friend's home, having iced tea. Naturally, she told her what had happened yesterday at Katya's home.

"Why not? Sounds fun, honestly. Also, my stories... in a book?! Can you imagine that?" Trixie's smile couldn't get any bigger, as she gripped her friend's arm in excitement. Dela smiled as well and squeezed her hand lightly.

"That really is awesome! Just... be careful, OK? You don't know her that much." She stared at her friend, understanding her motherly advice, and nodded. Dela had a reason to react like that, she didn't know Katya as she did - the Russian was an obvious outsider in her hometown. Maybe she just talked to her for an entire afternoon, and that didn't mean that she knew her a lot , but there was something about her that the Midwestern found trustworthy. Trixie couldn't explain exactly why, but her new neighbor was intriguing.

"You know what? Something weird happened last night..." She suddenly felt like changing the subject.

"What?" Quickly the brunette had her eyes on her, filled with curiosity. Dela's kids - Carla, Gina, and Ben - were playing in front of them, with their toys, so Trixie whispered this time.

"Jimmy didn't want to do it last night," she sounded as calm as she felt. It was just so unusual, that it had her wondering why. Her friend probably was as confused and shocked as her, judging by her looks.

"What? Is he okay? That's so unlike him..."

"I know... Like, he came out of the shower and immediately went to bed. He gave me a goodnight kiss and turned his back on me. Like, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, I finally get a break, but god it's weird..." She tilted her head, now watching the kids play.

"Yeah, maybe something happened yesterday at work, or he was stressed, you know? Don't think about it too much." Trixie nodded in response, she knew it wasn't helpful to overthink. "Does he know that you're going to see this Katya girl and help her with her book?"

"No, I don't think he would care that much. I'll tell him later..." She knew him enough to know how he would react. He would say it's a waste of time, that Katya might be a hustler or a liar and that she would take advantage of her. He wouldn't trust her as easily as Trixie did.

She bit down a chuckle. Like she could give two fucks what he thought.

***

Katya was pacing anxiously around her home. Trixie was coming soon, and she wanted it all to be perfect. Earlier that morning she had had the opportunity to talk to Bob on the phone, and he had noticed her nervousness. He knew her well enough to pick up her little quirks and read her emotions. So, as expected, she told him about Trixie and the book idea.

"Girl, you're head over heels for her already," Bob declared in a teasing tone over the line and Katya reacted with a grunt. She hated that he was right.

"I'm noooooot," still she denied, rolling her eyes and later smiling because she was lying through her teeth.

"Yes, you are. I know very well that tone and specific description of how her ass looks. You can't fool me."

She snorted and giggled. "I think it's just sex, nothing else..."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever makes you feel better..."

"You rotted bitch. You're lucky that I'm not there!"

"Yes, I am!" He joked and both of them laughed loudly over the phone.

Hearing his voice and chatting with her friend, made her feel a little bit more relaxed, but she didn't know why she felt so nervous and anxious, she never felt like that with her writing. She wanted to show her how responsible she was, she wanted Trixie to trust her in her process. Maybe it was to impress her. Katya meant serious business when it came down to her job. She giggled a bit at that thought. Who was she fooling? She wanted to see her.