Trixie Mattel /City Lights Ain't Got Nothing On Country Lights

Someday Is A Story And It's The One I'm Sticking To

I slumped myself on to the sofa with a rather loud sigh. Trixie stood in the apartment doorway. I think we were both confused with the happenings of what happened over the past twenty four hours. The plane ride, the club , the kiss. Katya now wanting to be part of the relationship. I hope she was kidding. Trixie began to rub her temples, her black winged eyeliner smudging even more against her fingertips. We didn't speak. You could hear a pin drop. It was silent. I was enjoying the quiet. Knowing Trixie was in the same room made me feel warm inside. She rubbed her hands across her un ironed and slightly dirty dress. We were both jet lagged, tired and worn out from what had happened. Emotions whizzing, minds reeling.

"So, I have planned something, well it is more of an idea than a plan. " Trixie blurted out, startling me. I looked up at her. Her idea's and plans are never good ones. She scratched her head and smiled looking away. Now that we had both admitted what had happened and put things straight , the heavy air in the room felt like it was slowly lifting.

"Ok. The last part of the tour was cut short.But, the big finale is in the Chicago Club, around an hour's drive away. Some of the queens performing are booked in a hotel near the club. But I was thinking... Why don't we let them stay here? In our apartment? After the show? I cancelled my part so I could be with you" She said. My heart twisted when she said she cancelled her show. Then fluttered when she said "Our". She really knew how to forget the bad things that happened. Trixie only remembered the good. She didn't want to dwell on the bad. She hated the feeling of being sad. I very rarely saw her sad. But I felt a little guilty about her cancelling her tour.

"Stay here?" I said confused as I raised an eyebrow. There isn't enough room. Not enough beds. What queens? How many of them are coming? Have we got enough food in to even have them stay? When? What time?

"How many people , exactly? " I managed to ask at least one question from my working mind.

"About seven" She answered. Seven? SEVEN? Seven friends of hers, here? There was so much to do. So much to prepare! Oh god, I wasn't even dressed for the occasion. Were they coming now?A million questions run through my mind as I couldn't separate my gaze from Trixie. Her lips were curled in to a slight smile as she looked at the panic on my face. I tried to hid it, but Trixie knew me better than anyone.

"Don't look so worried. They will love you. They be here around nine " She said. I had no say in the matter. They were coming and staying. That was that. I respected Trixie's decisions and would never dampen them. She curled her finger around one of her golden curls and turned around and made her way to the bathroom. The bathroom was just a room off the living room so I could see the bathroom from where I was sat.

"We will have a house party" I heard her muffled voice from the other room/

"House party?" I mouthed quietly to myself. So it wasn't just a sleepover.

"We can go shopping and buy a load of alcohol and party food" I heard her say again .

"Party food?" I mumbled quietly. I heard the shower switch on and the water splash against the shower tray. I caught a glimpse of Trixie undressing herself in the bathroom mirror and stared as she began to use a face cloth and wipe her makeup away . Stood in just a pair of ladies underwear. She caught my reflection in the mirror and turned to face me in the living room.

"Ew you pervert!" She wailed while cupping her breast area and slamming the door loudly. I heard her laugh through the water gushing. I shook my head. She knew exactly how to clear the air. It wasn't the first time she made a heavy heated conversation in to a light hearted one. I pulled myself up from the sofa. Better start writing a list for this house party. I am so nervous. Do they know me ? What has Trixie told them about me? I wonder what sort of styles they will have. How they dress. Act. I was excited , yet damn right scared.

Brian and I arrived at the supermarket. He had a black baseball cap turned around on his head , a black vest top , a red checkered shirt tied around his waist with black skinny jeans. He looked so adorable. We traipsed the aisles looking for goodies for our party. Brian was pushing the trolley. Well , more like  playing around with it. He was running and then putting his weight on to the bar and lifting his feet up off the floor and was sliding down the aisles. He had already placed a tonne of alcohol in to the trolley along with different crisps, nuts , nachos, bread sticks , sauces. He really was going all out on this little party. Brian skipped up the aisles , emptying the shelves and giggling. I began to get excited as I imagined what the party was going to be like. Brian stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to face me. His smile made my heart rattle through my ribs as he winked at me. He walked a few steps forward to me and planted a gentle kiss on to my lips. I closed my eyes as I relaxed in to it. His warm, tongue entered my mouth as we passionately kissed in the aisle. I felt his hands wander to my hips as he pulled me closer in to him. His body radiating mine. I heard a gently cough from behind me. We broke the kiss with red , flushed cheeks. A little old lady scowled as she walked past us, holding on to her basket full of cat food. Brian and I giggled with our hands still on each others waist.

"You can't please everyone" He muttered while eyeing up the old lady. We separated and began to carry on our shopping trip. My heart collided once again as I watched Brian walk away down the aisle with a little skip in his step. I could never be angry with him. After everything that happened. It only made him and I stronger. I was willing to put my life on the line for him. We were a couple. I trusted him with my life.