The Top Of The Mountain ✔️~ trixya

In Your Arms

If there is one thing I wish I could do forever, it would be to kiss Trixie Mattel. Kissing those soft, pink lips that taste of cherry flavored lip gloss is like getting a taste of heaven, and as she wraps her arms around my waist to hold me in place I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach. My fingers wrap themselves in her hair, pulling at the strands as our lips move together desperately. She moans softly against my lips and I feel a throbbing in my core, the sound seeming like the most beautiful symphony. 

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." I whisper breathlessly once we finally pull apart.

"Probably for about as long as I've wanted to." Trixie replies.

"No way, I've wanted that since around the time I hit puberty."

"Okay, so maybe not that long." Trixie says with a sweet giggle before continuing. "Pretty close though... I used to fantasize about it as I watched you stand on the smoking corner by the school or drive away on that bike of yours, looking like some kind of walking wet dream." She says and my eyes widen in shock.

"Me? A walking wet dream? Have you seen yourself, Barbie?" I reply as I get up from her lap and gesture up and down her body with one hand to prove my point.

"Well thanks, but to me it was you. You were the mysterious, badass, rule-breaking biker and just so different from me in every way. Seriously, there were so many times when I just wanted to throw all my books in the trash, jump on your bike and ask you to take me to your house."

"You should've, I'd have taken you with no hesitation." I reply, still in shock from the knowledge that Trixie had thought of me like that, but also very turned on by the fact.

"I know... But... you scared me, you know?" Trixie admits, all confidence and flirtation gone from her voice.

"Scared you? How?" I ask as I sit down in the chair opposite her again.

"Well, firstly you were... you are... everything I don't have the guts to be. You were so carefree and so unbothered by achievements. And you also saw me... the real me... You know, I saw a sketch you did of me once, and it didn't portray me negatively, but it didn't portray me as perfect either. And that... that was scary. There was so much love in your lines, so much care, but you still seemed like you saw my flaws... all the little flaws that I thought were completely concealed. The way you saw me so perfectly despite every wall I put up scared me. And then there was that day in the classroom... I didn't mean to be horrible, but I was 'cause honestly I was terrified of you becoming more than just an object of fascination. Suddenly you were real and you were talking to me and you were so smart and beautiful and...." Trixie stops mid-sentence, as if she's said more than she intended to. She plays with her fingers a little, flicking the nails on her thumbs together, before continuing.

"And then when Courtney suggested we work with you she showed me a painting you'd done recently. It was of a blonde girl sitting alone in a classroom with a guitar in her arms, and once again I felt seen in both the best and worst possible way. But the good outweighed the bad... There was so much love there, it felt like someone saying; Hello. I'm right here, seeing you and all that you are. I'm right here admiring you, loving you, and I'll always be looking at you like this." She finishes before shaking her head as if she thinks she's acting ridiculous. "Sorry... that must sound so cheesy and dumb.."

"No, it doesn't. I was, I am saying that. I'm right here, and I will always be looking at you like this. With all the love and admiration a person can have for another person. I have always looked at you like that. Trixie, we may have had our disagreements but I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you." I tell her, throwing caution to the wind and laying my heart bare on the table. 

"Then it's not too late to give us a try?" She asks, her voice sounding so innocent and fragile that I think my heart might just fall apart right then and there.

"You think I would've kissed you like that if it was?" I reply with a smile and a raised eyebrow. 

Suddenly she gets up from her chair, practically marching over to me before she pulls me up from my seat by the collar of my jacket. And then her lips are on mine again, those heavenly soft lips once again meet mine in a perfect kiss, and I feel complete.

"Go out with me on Saturday." Trixie says after pulling away again.

"Okay." I answer, completely in a state of shock from everything that's happened. 

I've kissed Trixie Mattel. 

I'm going out with Trixie Mattel.

Trixie Mattel is somehow interested in me and has been for years. 

How is this real life?