Please Call Me Yours(Trixya)

Chapter 7:Black Bed Sheets

Trixie's POV

I had no idea how Katya had convinced me to come with her. After about another two hours at the bowling alley, Katya and I left. I told my brother that Katya was taking me home. The drive to Katya's house was peaceful, no matter how I had been feeling before. There was something about Katya, something that put me at ease. It was nice to see that it hadn't changed. Katya pulled into her driveway and turned off the car. It started to rain as we walked into the large house. Katya and I walked to her bedroom to dry off. "I still have some of your clothes here. You don't look like you gained any weight or anything so I hope they fit."

"They should." Katya opened her closet and moved her clothes to the right.

"Here you go."

"Thanks." I looked through the clothes that Katya kept in her closet for me. It was mostly things to sleep in.

"I'll go in the bathroom. You can change in here."

"Thanks." Katya smiled and walked into the bathroom with her clothes. It was so weird. Katya had seen me naked so many times. We had changed in front of each other so many times, touched each other so many times but things change.

After changing, Katya sat by the window looking outside while I brushed my drying hair. "I haven't been here in so long."

"Did you see my parents after I left?"

"Not really. I came around the day after the party to talk to you, but they said you weren't here. I remember I looked for you, even though I knew you were gone. I looked for you everyday and every night, because I just...I thought you'd come back. You never left my mind." I set the brush down and chuckled, trying to hold in my tears. "I spent that first year, hoping that you'd come back and that we'd be okay. Then I thought I was stupid for hoping something like that, because I was the one that didn't let you finish talking. You asked me to wait and..and I didn't. Maybe if I did, it could have been so much different."

"Trixie, it's not your fault. It takes two to tango as they say. I didn't help in any way but I want to start over Trixie. I want to be your friend." Katya sat on the ground in front of me. She grabbed my hand and smiled at me. "I missed you Pixie and I want you back in my life, even if it's just as a friend." I wrapped my arms around Katya, crying on her.  Katya picked me up and walked me to her bed. She pulled the covers back and laid down with me in her arms. For some reason, that made me cry more. Friends didn't seem right to me, but I just wanted Katya to be here and never leave.

I had been alone for the past two years, just me and my sadness. Even though I had my friends, it still felt like I was alone. I didn't feel that way now though. It had been so long since Katya held me. So long since I relaxed into someone's touch. Everything about this was familiar. The red walls, black bed sheets, the faint smell of Katya's cologne, and Katya's touch. I could feel myself slowly start to drift to sleep."Katya?"

"Yeah Pixie?"

"Do you want to go back?"

"Maybe."

"Oh.."

"But, I also want to stay. I just have to decide." I nodded my head, not really knowing what to say. "Hey Pixie."

"Yeah?"

"Can I take you to prom?"

"What?" I lifted my head off of Katya's chest and stared at her.

"I want to take you to prom."

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason?"

"Well, no I guess not."

"Then say yes."

"I wasn't going to go Katya."

"Trixie, I didn't get to go to prom and you weren't gonna go."

"Because I didn't have a reason to."

"Now you do." I sighed and laid back down on Katya.

"Okay."

"Really?"

"Mhmm." Katya kissed the top of my head as she held me.

"Thank you."

"Yekaterina, wake up! You have to be to the school at 8 today. Yekaterina!" I opened my eyes and looked around. I was at Katya's house. The sun was coming up. Shit, I stayed over. Katya was still asleep, which didn't surprise me. I'm pretty sure she stayed up like two extra hours after I fell asleep. "Yekaterina, I wont tell you aga.." Katya's mom opened Katya's door and turned on her light. "Trixie?"

"Hi Mrs. Zamolodchikova."

"Good morning Trixie. Could you please wake my daughter up and tell her she has to be to the school at 8?"

"Uh yes ma'am."

"Thank you."

"Oh Trixie, I made breakfast if you're hungry, and it's good to see you dear." Katya's mom closed the door behind her with a smile.

"You too."

"Pixie, who are you talking to?" Katya looked at me with sleepy eyes as she yawned.

"Your mom."

"What did she want?"

"You have to be at the school at 8."

"Fuck that."

"Katya, get your butt up."

"No!"

"Katya, your mom is gonna kill you." Katya groaned and pulled the covers over her head. I shook my head and stood up. I walked to the end of the bed and pulled the covers off of Katya.

"Trixie, I'm gonna kill you."

"Not before your mom kills you, now get up."

"Ugh, fine I'm up." Katya sat up in her bed and looked at me.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Shut up your traitor." Katya threw a pillow at me as she groaned.

"How am I a traitor?"

"You woke me up."

"I did not."

"Whatever." Katya stood up and walked to her closet. She pulled on a pair of sweatpants and then walked to her door. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Breakfast."

"I guess." Katya and I walked out of her room, downstairs to the kitchen

"Good morning girls." Katya's mom smiled as she set down a plate of eggs.

"Good morning Mrs. and Mr. Zamolodchikova." Katya's dad nodded his head as he took a puff of his pipe.

"Roman, I keep telling you not to smoke that thing in here." Mrs. Zamolodchikova took the pipe out of her husband's mouth and threw it out of the open window.

"Woman, have you lost it?

"Yes, yes I have. I lose it every time you don't listen to me. Now, put down that damn paper and eat." Mr. Zamolodchikova grumbled as he put down his paper.

"That is like the 10th pipe this month."

"Well maybe if you listened dad, she wouldn't throw them."

"If a man wants to smoke, he sound be able to smoke." Katya's dad slammed his hand on the table after he finished his sentence.

"Do that again and you won't have a need to smoke." Mrs. Zamolodchikova pointed a wooden spoon at her husband.

"And why is that?"

"Because dead men don't smoke."

"Dad, you better listen. She has the wooden spoon."

"Anyway, sit down and eat girls. The food will get cold soon."