when she kisses me

Author's note: I wrote this inspired by two songs- "When you kiss me" (Mags Durval) and "She" (Dodie). Also, I don't know the artist who made the cover I'm using, but I love it (in case they're reading it).

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Trixie woke up and it took her a few seconds to get used to the feeling. The golden curls didn't look like her own, her skin touching the mattress didn't bring her any kind of comfort, all of her members seemed to float, her mind belonged to a parallel universe. And then it hit her all at once, when she saw the polaroid picture of her with her best friend glued to the bed frame. She snapped out of the transition feeling between her bedroom's safety and the actual world outside her windows. The pain in her chest came back to the way it felt the night before. No, it didn't. It came back worse.

Katya. Katya's image made her way to her thoughts, her face vivid and real.

The night before

-Trix, you have to try this!

Long and thin fingers embraced Trixie's wrist in a friendly way, shaking her entire arm while the fingers' owner talked her into trying some gross cheap peach flavored vodka. The kitchen they were in was crowded with desperate teenagers looking forward to getting as drunk as possible with anything containing alcohol found in the fridge. It was a nice warm Thursday night, a day before summer vacation would begin. Loud music was pounding through all windows of the small house.

-C'mon, Kat, you know I hate drinking, specially these weird fucking things you get in God knows where.

-This one's really good, I swear!

Trixie sighs, knowing there's no way she's winning this battle. She never won. Or she never wanted to win, she wanted to see Katya's little and nowhere near discreet victory's celebration. Katya was one of a kind. She was stubborn but not in an irritating way, she always knew what she wanted. A week before the party she decided she wanted bangs. It took a thirty minutes period of time between the text she sent to Trixie telling she needed to do it and actually doing it. The bangs were a total mess, just like anything related to Katya. She could literally walk in a complete goth look in a baptism, no one, specially Trixie, would mind. Afterall, she was just so nice to look at. Crazily blue, almost gray, eyes, short blonde hair, a as big as humanly possible smile, a tiny thin but muscular body (she could not stand still, she was always engaged to some sort of physical exercise).

-Okay...- Trixie took the cup from Katya's hand and brought to her lips, immediately making a face of disgust, trying to find the nearest sink to spit the liquid inside her mouth. She coughs a few times and look at her friend, who's laughing in her signature smoker-loud-wheeze way. -Remember me of never accepting anything from you again, Jesus Christ. I'll stick with my apple juice, you weirdo.

-You had to see your face! – Katya says, still laughing. -Well, you have no taste, that's not new. I was just trying to increment your life with what the exquisite market down the street has to offer.

-In first place, that thing can't even be called a market, and-

Trixie's speech was interrupted by a gorgeous ebony haired girl who approached them. She knew well who the girl was- Violet Chachki. The tiniest waist ever and the model body could never be mistaken. Violet was the most recent of Katya's hookups, and both girls seemed to enjoy anything that was going on between them. Trixie didn't exactly like her. Well, she had no reason not to. Besides a resting bitch face, she was a sweetheart. Always. It got on Trixie's nerves.

-Hey, girls! What's up?

-Hey, baby! We're good, what about you? Enjoying the party? – Katya responded in a flirtatious way. She just... had a way with girls. Trixie's never seen a girl say no to Katya. Everyone knew her name and would never dare to deny an opportunity to kiss her talk of the town lips, what could they do? How she could still stay humble with this reputation, it was a mystery.