Eight Dollars (Trixya)

Day 5

We were in Bristol for the fifth stop of the tour. Brian had a photoshoot to do, meaning he had to be in full drag by 11am, when we all headed off to the studio to be supportive. Or, more likely, really distracting.

Trixie was wearing her usual wavy blonde hair with a bow, along with a short, lacy, white dress. She was posing in front of a pink background, and my eyes kept drifting to her as I chatted with Claire and Amy, who seemed to find my distracted state quite amusing.

"Brian?" came the sudden call from the camerawoman. I looked up to see her beconing me over, so I went.

"I know you're not made up or anything, but could we maybe do a few shots of you with Trixie?"

"I'm not all pretty though!" I was wearing a blue tartan print shirt with black skinny jeans that day, hair barely done and no makeup on whatsoever.

"That's a lie! You always look good," Trixie exclaimed in the way that a best friend has to.

"Fine, I'll do it, as long as you Photoshop the shit out of me so I look good!" I laughed.

Someone hurriedly put concealer and powder on me before I went and stood next to Trixie, who was towering above me in her heels and bouffant hair.

"Trixie, can you maybe take the shoes off? The height difference is a bit... Much," the camera woman asked.

"Can you ...?" Trixie turned to me, waving her long nails. I quickly knelt down to undo the ankle straps of the heels she had on, enabling her to kick them off to the side.

"Brian, can you put your arm around Trixie's waist for me?"

I complied, pulling us together as the pair of us gave each other smiles. The studio lights flashed, half blinding me.

"Perfect! And again,"

We took a few more shots of the pose, before we recieved another suggestion.

"Trixie, can you kiss Brian on the cheek?"

I could feel my cheeks begin to start to heat up as Trixie found a pose at my side. Amy and Claire met my eye from across the room, giving exaggerated thumbs up at which I rolled my eyes.

Trixie's lips touched my cheek, and I was fairly certain I was going to match the backdrop, even though I knew it was just a stupid photoshoot. It wasn't like we'd never even kissed before, so I didn't know why it was getting to me. Maybe it was the camera, the idea of a permanent record of this.

I did an exaggerated look of suprise, and the camera went off a few times. Trixie pulled back, waiting for further instruction, and my cheek felt cold. Amy and Claire came over to stand by the camerawoman, making me feel more self-conscious.

"Great! Can we do that again, but Brian, can you do a sort of smug face for me please?"

I gave a nod, and once again Trixie kissed me. I looked at her from the corner of my eye, only really able to see her wig, and gave the sort of smile that gave off the confidence I wanted to show. The lights flashed, and then we came apart.

"Perfect!"

Trixie laughed.

"You have lipstick on you," she told me, going to wipe it off with her hand. She rubbed her finger across my cheek a couple of times.

"Gone?"

"Well, it's fainter?"

"I'll take it," I shrugged. "Do I look like I only put blush on one side?"

"Yeah," she laughed.

"You'll have to even it out," I half-jokingly flirted, and Trixie rolled her bright blue eyes.

"Get married already," Claire commented sarcastically.

"Barbie dream wedding!" Amy clapped her hands, eyes widening at the concept.

"That'll have be next time, when we can get you in a suit!" She told us, and I felt myself blush again.

"I'm down!" Trixie nudged my side with a smile and a wink.

"At least take me on a date before you propose, Barbie!" I said, hand on my chest in mock offence.

Everyone burst out laughing, but I couldn't help but be quietly shocked by quite how little the concept of me marrying my best friend phased me any more.