Please Call Me Yours(Trixya)

Chapter 8:Catching Up?

Katya's POV

"So Trixie, how has school been?"

"Oh, it's been okay."

"That is good dear." I yawned as I poured myself another cup of coffee. I had given up on eating because I just wasn't hungry. I listened to my mother and Trixie talk as I sat on the counter. "So, did you miss Katya while she was away?"

"Mom, please don't start."

"What? It was just a question."

"I did. I missed her quite a bit."

"And that's our cue to leave. Come on Trixie, you are coming with me." I jumped off of the counter and pulled Trixie by her hand out of the kitchen to my room.

"Katya, slow down." I walked Trixie and myself in my room and closed the door behind us.

"I don't feel like dealing with that, and I have a feeling you don't either."

"She just wanted to know."

"Oh well be my guest and go back down there to get your personal feelings exposed."

"Okay nevermind." I shook my head and walked to my closet. I pulled out a box and set it in front of Trixie.

"Here."

"What's this?"

"Stuff." Trixie raised an eyebrow as she lifted the lid off of the box.

"Are these all clothes that you kept here?"

"Yeah, I bought you a few things and added it to the stuff you left. I never got the chance to give it all to you though."

"Well, um thanks."

"I'm going to the school. You can come with me or I can take you home. It's whatever you want to do."

"I don't have anything to do today so I can go with you."

"Okay, well I'm going to get dressed. Can you be ready in 40 minutes?"

"Sure."

"Cool." I grabbed my things and walked to the bathroom out in the hall. I sat on the side of the tub and put my face in my hands. Trixie was here, she stayed the night. She slept in my bed. It made me feel safe..when I was able to hold Trixie. It reminded me of a happier me. While I was in Russia, I thought of what would happen if I came back. I thought the worse really. I didn't really think that Trixie and I would talk again, let alone sleep together in the same bed. I couldn't think about it too much though, if I did I'd probably fuck up again. Plain and simple.

Trixie was done in a hour and 40 minutes even though I said 40 minutes only. I wasn't mad or anything because she looked beautiful. Was it wrong to say that about a friend? It couldn't be. I tell Adore, Violet and Willam that they are beautiful all the time. Well..I guess that was different. I hadn't been on my knees in front of them or fucked them in the backseat of my car. "Do you know what you're gonna paint?" Trixie sat on the gym floor and looked at me.

"I have like a Winter theme in mind."

"Winter?"

"I think snow is romantic. And what better time and place for romance than prom?"

"I guess."

"Not for romance?"

"Not really."

"Why?"

"I don't have time for it." I picked up a paint brush as I put a huge shirt on over my crop top.

"Explain."

"Do I have to?"

"Yeah, I've been gone. This is time for us to fully catch up." Trixie sighed as she played with a clean paint brush.

"I don't see the point in it all. I'm young, too young for marriage. So, there's no point in romance."

"Did you feel that way about us?"

"Was there romance with us?"

"Was there?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"At times I thought there was. No matter how much I wanted it to be emotionless, it wasn't."

"So, were there feelings for you?"

"I mean..yeah."

"Katya?"

"Yeah?"

"That night before you left, was there anything else that you wanted to say to me?"

"Yeah, that's why I said I'd be back. I wanted to say more but when I saw you with Milk, I just I didn't."

"What if I want to know?"

"It's been two years. It doesn't matter now, does it?"

"I mean, I want to know." I sighed as I stopped painting.

"I was going to make us official."

"D..do you mean dating?"

"Yeah."

"But you said you weren't the dating type."

"And I also said I'd never fuck my best friend's sister."

"Point taken." I went back to painting as Trixie and I settled into silence. It wasn't the peaceful quiet that I used to enjoy when we spent time together. The quiet that isn't heavy or tension filled. "Do you think about it?"

"About what Pixie?"

"The time we spent together."

"Of course. That is why I want to have a friendship with you. Yeah, it won't be the same but hey it could be better. We just have to give it a try."

"I guess you're right."

"Did you think about it?" I turned around and looked at Trixie. She was staring at me, her soft brown eyes peering into me.

"I wish I could say I didn't, but I did."

"Why do you wish that?" Trixie shrugged and turned her head. I decided to just drop the conversation. Trixie was only going to talk about what she wanted and she clearly didn't want to talk about this subject anymore. I suddenly felt my heart and stomach drop. Why did I think this was a fucking good idea?