Something to Remember - trixya

It's Raining Again

1966

"I didn't know you would find cleaning a mirror so fun!" Jaida commented with a slight teasing tone in her voice, smiling knowingly about something. Trixie felt confused, holding the cloth in her hand, stopping her task at the salon.

"What do you mean?" The Midwestern asked, now looking at her, and her friend stopped sweeping to meet her gaze with a playful smile.

"Nothing, I'm just happy that everything turned out well with you and Katya. You have been just smiling for the past two days..." Trixie felt her cheeks blush at that observation.

"Thank you, your plan worked after all... But you know what? Last night she called me while you were on a date with your boyfriend..." She decided on telling her the last news.

"Really? What did she say?"

"To put you in context, she found the letters that I wrote to her while we were apart. Her mom had hidden them for years and she never knew." Jaida had her eyes widen as a reaction.

"Okay, what a bitch."

"Yeah, that's another story. The thing is, that she read all of them, and she called me to let me know. Not only that, she felt so sorry for how everything ended up and that... She had missed me." She confessed, feeling herself flush a bit again. Immediately she imagined that Jaida had a playful smile, and when she met her friend's gaze, she was right.

"Something's up..." Her friend's eyes squinted, in suspicion.

"You're delirious... Can we please drink a cup of coffee? I'm not ready to have this conversation," Trixie sighed, trying to get out of this topic.

"Okay, okay I'll stop, but please let me grab the newspaper first. I need that coupon for that perfume I told you about." Her friend found it, beside the entryway of her salon. Trixie left her task and quickly poured the coffee that they had prepared that morning at their apartment. They had a small break before continuing the cleaning.

After a few minutes of reading through the pages, Jaida spoke. "There's an art exhibition in the gallery near the salon next Saturday," the brunette mentioned, reading the newspaper.

"And, if you don't mind me asking, since when are you into art exhibitions?" Trixie said almost giggling, raising an eyebrow at her friend.

Jaida cleared her throat and with a knowing smile she read: "Featuring Brooke Lynn Hytes, Yekaterina Zamolodchikova..."

"No," Trixie cut her, raising a finger. "We're just starting to fix things, I can't just show up without being invited."

"Why not? You just happened to go into an art exhibition, she doesn't have to know you are there for her," Jaida tried to convince her.

"She'll see right through the lie, it won't work."

"So you want to go, we're just looking for a believable excuse that doesn't make you seem like a crazy stalker," her friend said excitedly.

"Maybe..." Trixie sighed. "But we'll never find one, so let's just plan what we'll have for dinner," she tried to dismiss it, making a gesture with her hand, like it didn't matter.

"You can just show up, you know?" Jaida insisted, eager about the idea. "Just say you saw it on the newspaper and wanted to be a supportive friend."

"I don't know..." Trixie hesitated, fidgeting with the cup of coffee in her hands.

"There's nothing stalker-like in reading the newspaper Trix, it's literally there for everyone to see," Jaida encouraged her once again. "Plus, she'll probably be happy to see you there, it shows you really want to go back to being friends. Unless..."