melting [pearlet]

s i x t e e n

VIOLET

   AFTER months of living in New York I still haven't met Katya. I've seen him a few times at school, but we've never exchanged words. I met him at the lunch table once, he never came back to lunch after that. Seniors are allowed to go out of school for lunch so that's probably what he does.

   Fame, Trixie, Pearl, Max, and I are hanging out like we usually do. We're all having fun talking when Trixie looks down at his phone and screams bloody murder.

   "What?!" Pearl wakes up from his nap to hear the news.

   "Katya is coming over to get his things!"

   "Didn't you guys break up months ago?" Fame asks.

   "I told him that, he still wants his stuff! He's coming in thirty minutes!"

Picture it, five gay boys flailing their arms around frantically pacing around the room going insane. Especially Trixie, I can only imagine seeing your one true love face to face months after they dumped you. His heart is probably going a million miles an hour as he straightens up the living room.

He runs upstairs.

"What are you doing?" Max shouts from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm gonna put on my thousand dollar jeans!"

After ten minutes Trixie saunters downstairs holding a box full of things. Doll hands, cigarette cartons, a few copies the movie Contact, etc. Just by the items you can tell Katya is... special.

"Are those... doll hands?" I scout through the box picking up one.

"Is there... a problem?" Trixie asks in the same tone of voice, mocking me.

Trixie sits in the living room, silently. His legs are crossed with his hands folded resting in his lap. Once he hears the doorbell he almost jumps out of his skin.

He shoos everyone up the stairs. We all creep up the stairs quickly and peer our heads around the corner to get a good look of what's going on.

He gulps before opening the door with a smile.

"Hi Katya."

Katya doesn't return the smile, he just stares blankly on the welcome mat. "So I'm assuming you want your things, yes?" Trixie sweats.

Katya replies rudely, "Yeah, that's kind of why I'm here." Then burps. He shoves his hands deep in his pockets whistling while Trixie fetches for the box.

Trixie props it in Katya's hands, sweating. I can see the pit stains on his blue button up.

Katya places the box down, "I wanted to say sorry, for the way our relationship ended."

"Whaaa? Are you kidding? I was totally over it weren't you totally over it I was I'm not even mad I mean I understand why you would break up with m-"

"Trixie, please." Katya stops Trixie in his lie. Trixie babbles excessively when he's lying. His voice also squeaks. Katya places his hands on Trixie's small shoulders.

He leans in, whispering loud enough for us to hear, "You know you want this crocheted pussy."

Everyone snaps, breaking out into laughter. Trixie and Katya are the only ones not laughing.

His mouth hangs open in shock for about a minute, looking at us then at Trixie. He does this until he breaks too. He wheezes almost silently, confusing everyone.

"Do you want your shit or what?" Pearl asks at the top of the stairs.

Katya grabs a baby hand from the box and sticks it in his mouth before grabbing the rest of his things. He shuts the door with one last belch.

"He's a charmer." I say.

"I know." Trixie replies watching Katya walk down the street, gawking.

Hey guys I know this is kind of short I'm sorry!!! I need to start writing longer chapters. I wanted to thank you guys so much for 1k+ reads!!! I love all of you:))