Trixie Mattel is lying to her peers. Everyone thinks she's the perfect golden girl but they're wrong - she just gets good grades, nothing else is good about her. Her life gets tipped upside down when she is forced to join the school's LGBT club, whe...
Trixie's POV My eyes snap open and look around Katya's darkened room, my heart beating quickly as a result of a nightmare. I look up beside me and smile a little, Katya is sleeping softly under my body. Part of me wants her to wake up and hold me, the other part wants her to stay sleeping - it might be the dark circles under her eyes but something tells me she needs the extra sleep. I roll over and flick my phone on, it's 6am so not long till school. I shuffle out from under the covers and peer around the room, unsure of what to do with myself. I should get ready - it quickly occurs to me I have absolutely no clothes with me other than the bloody and dirty clothes from last night, I'd rather burn those than wear them again... I plod sleepily over to Katya's wardrobe, all her clothes are black or grey with the occasional red leather skirt, definitely not my aesthetic.
I grab the only shirt with a tiny amount of colour and put it on, it's too baggy on me but I shouldn't be complaining. I notice it's the very same Nirvana shirt she wore when I first met her. I also take a plaid lumberjack shirt and put that over it, mostly in the hopes people at school won't notice it's Kat's t-shirt. Katya's clothes all smell like cigarette smoke and either vodka or coffee, all three are smells I don't usually like unless they're on her I guess. I grab a pair of shorts and throw them on too. I look in the mirror to admire myself and I gotta say - I look pretty fucking cute.
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My face is a little bruised and I don't really feel like answering questions today, I'll use a bit of Katya's makeup, I'm sure she won't mind. I do my makeup like usual although I've never seen Katya wear pink eyeshadow and I know why now, she doesn't even own any! I continue regardless and come to lips, no pink to be seen so I reach for the cherry red lipstick and paint it on my lips. I'm not a fan of red lipstick but it's better than nothing. I hear the sheets rustle behind me and I turn to see Katya's eyes fluttering open, she smiles when she spots me, she looks so beautiful like this - Messy hair, no makeup, sleep in her eyes. "Morning Milaya" She whispers, I grin and sit beside her on the bed. "Another Russian word! I guess I can finally ask you now, what have you been saying?" I ask, She chuckles as I get out my phone, opening the notes app and showing her the list. She takes my phone and types something.
She hands my phone back and I read it, I feel my cheeks flush pink. "All this time you were saying those things and I didn't know!" I gasp, she laughs and puts an arm around my shoulder, kissing my cheek. "Are you wearing my clothes?" She asks, I bite my lip guiltily. "I uh- My clothes were dirty..." I say, she smiles and rubs my shoulder. "You look amazing" She tells me, I sigh in relief. "Plus you look hot with red lips" She says, I laugh and kiss her. "It's half six, get dressed and we can go grab coffee" I say, she grins. "Okay bossy" She replies, I punch her arm jokingly and she groans in pretend pain.
Katya's POV I finish getting ready and creep out of the room, checking my mom isn't awake yet - she isn't. I gesture to Trixie to follow me quietly, we walk down the stairs and leave the house. "Here I'll drive us down" I say, she looks at me in surprise. "Wait you can drive?" She asks, I laugh and open the car door for her. "Yeah! This is my car" I reply, Trixie laughs quietly to herself and plops into the seat. I put a hand on her thigh as I drive,
'Next up we're bringing back an oldie but a goodie - think about love by the wonderful Dolly Parton!' Trixie's face lights up happily, she starts to sing along to the music playing on the radio, I smile to myself and listen, her voice is so beautiful.
"We were strangers Now I'm already wrapped around your finger Oh whats a heart to do 'Cause it lingers And the thought of you Wantin' me as much as I want you"
I feel myself falling more in love with her as she sings.
"When you think about love, think about me"
The songs finishes and so does Trixie, I glance over and she catches me staring. "What are you looking at?" She asks, laughing embarrassedly, I smile. "I just- I didn't know you could sing" I answer, she blushes and avoids my gaze, looking out the window. "Oh well- I don't really talk about it... I play guitar too" She replies, I gape. "Wait really!?" I ask, she nods. "Well I used to, my dad smashed my guitar last night" she whispers, I sigh sadly and rub her leg. "Fuck Trix, I'm sorry" I reply, she bites her lip and shrugs it off. "Whatever, I'll save up and get a new one eventually" she says. We pull up in front of the Starbucks and enter, Trixie dithers over her order for while.
"Ready to order?" I ask, she looks at me and bites her lip. "I- uh... I can't..." She whispers anxiously, I narrow my eyes confusedly. "Huh?" I question, taking her hand and moving us into a quiet corner. "I- I can't order..." She whispers again. "Why?" I ask, putting my hand against her cheek. "I just- I just can't... I don't know why- I feel sick and my legs go numb, I can't speak. It just doesn't work" she says, placing her hand on top of mine. "Hey it's okay, I'll order for us both" I reassure her, pulling her into a kiss. I feel her relax as our lips press together. She asks for a strawberry pink drink and I get myself an Oreo frappé with an extra shot of coffee. We walk hand in hand up to school, as we walk in everyone stares but we ignore them and keep walking.
* lmao that's totally a list of the nicknames for me to use when I can't remember them sorry bout it
A.N Hi guys I'm so glad you're enjoying this fic! I just thought I'd say yes I'm aware about everything involving Trixie and Katya's friendship last year and I still support Katya 1000%!
