An Apple A Day(Trixya)

Pitter Patter

Trixie sat at her desk, clicking her pen. Dinner with Katya and her family. Trixie wasn't expecting to be asked to dinner but of course she said yes. Trixie was serious about Katya and she wanted her to know that. The last person Trixie was serious with was Max and well that didn't end well. She had moved on from that, finally. After Katya and her had dinner with Max, Max called Trixie. She expressed how seeing Trixie relit the fire she had for her, the burning passion. Trixie chuckled to herself as she remembered the conversation and the late night bar sit down.

Trixie scrolled through her phone as she brushed her teeth. It was going on 11 and she had just gotten home from dropping Katya off home. The dinner with Max went better than expected. There wasn't that much drama and Trixie didn't feel like going into hiding. She felt okay, she felt great even. Trixie felt sure of her relationship with Katya, which is something she hadn't felt in a very long time. Trixie was washing her face when she heard her phone begin to ring. Unable to open her eyes, she blindly answered the phone. On the other end was a drunk Max. "Uh Max?"

"Tr..Trixie."

"Yes?"

"I ne-need to talk to you."

"Max you sound wasted."

"I am fine." Max struggled to speak, her words sounding forced and messy. "I want to talk to you."

"Well, go on."

"I mean in person."

"Person? I am not coming to your hotel room."

"Not my hotel room. I'm not there. I am at a bar." Trixie sighed and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Send me the address." Trixie hung up the phone and looked at the name of the bar. It was about ten minutes away from Trixie's house. After getting dressed, Trixie got in her car and began the drive. What did Max want to talk to about? What couldn't she say earlier?

Once Trixie got to the bar, she got out and made her way inside. The strong smell burned the inside of Trixie's nose. She never came to this bar. There was always something happening here. Fights of all kinds. She made it her business to always steer clear of this place. Trixie looked around and saw a silver haired woman sitting alone at the bar. "Of all places, why here?"

"I get as many drinks as I want."

"Ugh, you look terrible."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Trixie sat next to Max, waving for the bartender.

"What can I get for ya?"

"One dry martini please."

"Coming right up gorgeous." The bartender winked at Trixie, and she returned with soft smile.

"You got a girlfriend and you're flirting with the bartender."

"I am a nice person unlike you. Plus I am lesbian, you know this. Don't be an ass just because you aren't happy."

"Who says I'm not happy?"

"Oh yeah, drinking all by yourself in a scummy bar. Happiest a person can be huh?"

"Tsk, why are you even talking to me?"

"Because you called me and asked me to come. What did you want to talk about anyway?" Max threw back her glass, wincing at the strong drink.

"Us."

"Us? There is no us, there is a me then you. There hasn't been an us ever since you decided you wanted to...well do what you did."

"There could be an us. Beatrice, I lov-"

"Don't even. I don't love you Max and you don't love me."

"How can you say that?"

"Because I thought I still loved you. When really, I just loved the company, I loved not being alone. I loved what you made me feel but not you. Sure, when we were younger I did but those feelings are gone. As I sat and thought about it, those feelings faded a long time ago."

"You're wrong." Max didn't look at Trixie as she spoke. She stared at the bottom of her glass, watching the ice float. I love you, I just made a stupid mistake. I was looking for something and I didn't think about you or how what I did made you feel. My heart was never in it. Can't you forgive me?"

"I've already forgiven you, but that doesn't mean I want you in my life. It has taken me a while to get over it, not you but the pain you put me through."

"Beatrice, you don't mean that."

"I do. I'm happy with the woman I am with."

"That is not a woman, that is a girl."

"Well Max, that girl, loves me more than you did. She is more mature that you were, she actually talks to me and let's me know how she feels. I'm not left in the dark all the fucking time. We may be a couple but that doesn't mean we don't have a friendship."

"You're just trying to get back at me." Trixie rubbed her forehead in frustration, taking a sip of her drink.

"My world doesn't revolve around you Max."

"Has it ever?"

"Yes, you ass. Have you not listened to anything I've said, like ever?! I gave up on my career for so long, to follow you where you wanted to go because you wanted...no you needed someone to stroke your ego." Trixie's words came out harsh, cold, and sharp. "I will not be disrespected
just because you can't get your head out of your ass. I am leaving, do you not contact me again." Trixie put money on the bar and stood up. She turned to Max and took a deep breathe. "I hope you get better, I hope you heal and find what you're looking for because I don't have it and I can't help you."

"I wish you could."

Trixie knew she made the right choice that night. After she had gotten back home, Max texted her again. Once again, expressing her 'love'. Trixie blocked Max without a second thought. She knew she didn't love Max. Max didn't make Trixie feel anything. Trixie's heart didn't pitter patter and almost beat out of her chest, her cheeks didn't hurt after a simple phone call or dream, and she didn't feel that warmness from the mere thought of her. Trixie felt all those things only with Katya. Trixie loved Katya and that was that.