The Stress Head And The Barbie {Trixya Fanfic}

📅Monday📅

Trixie's POV
Me and Katya walked into school together holding hands. People were judging us but we didn't care.

Before we got to our lockers, a group of girls walked up to us. "Hey Trixie! And.. Who are you again?" Katya looked slightly offended.

"Katya Zamolodchikova.." She whispered. "Huh? Speak up. I cant hear you Bratya." I started to get really mad. I knew who these girls were. They were Katy's other friends that I never hung out with.

"Katya lets go.." I said, quickly getting our books, grabbing her hand and running to our first class. Art, the only class we have together.

Me and Katya sat next to each other. I decided to stop doing make-up in art lessons so I could sit with Katya and draw.

Katya was great at art. Her main art style was caricature but she could do realism and cartoon as well.

And for me, I mainly drew aesthetic things. Bows, mirrors, pinks and more. We sat and talked and honestly had a great time. Me and Katya then said our goodbyes as we went to separate lessons.

We then met up again at break, we always sat under a tree and talked about life. "Heya Trix!" Katya smiled while sitting down.

I leaned over to Katya and kissed her cheek. "That's not a kiss." Katya said while winking at me. I smiled at her and leaned in. Kissing her lips.

She tasted of pancakes and syrup. Katya had taught me that pancakes were popular Russian dishes. We broke away from the kiss, and smiled.

"Trixie.. I love you." I smiled and laughed at her. "I love you too, Russian girl!" I hugged her. I wanted to stay hugging her forever, but the bell went, and we had to go to separate classes.

At the end of the day, me and Katya decided to get ice-cream as we were both really warm, as there was a heatwave in our town.

I got strawberry flavoured, to match my aesthetic. And Katya got chocolate ice-cream with nuts, a popular Russian flavour of ice-cream.

We decided to sit on a park bench while eating. Katya got ice-cream on her nose. I laughed and wiped it off. She blushed and giggled at the gesture.

God, she was the love of my life.