Katya's words had been circling around in Trixie's head all week.
Truthfully the young girl longed to be something else than just the "child genius". All her life every detail had been planned out for her, everything coming in second to the promise of a bright future. She never climbed trees or jumped in muddy puddles, instead she sat inside watching lectures or doing extra work. She never went to birthday parties nor did she celebrate her own birthday with friends, only having a quiet family dinner instead every year.
Trixie had been reckognized as academically gifted far too young, most of her teachers wanting her to take classes with older kids. The doll had to argue to be allowed to stay with the kids her own age, not that it mattered much as she still barely got to see them.
She had never blamed her mom for any of it. Looking back it seemed far too intense, but Trixie knew her mom only wanted what was best for her.
Still, Katya was right.
It was her life, so why should she spend it trying to life up to someone elses image of who she should be?
And who was she really?
Behind the nymphomaniac mathlete, what type of person was she?
She knew she loved Barbie, an obsession she was certain started because her mom and stepdad had not allowed her to have them.
She loved the color pink and country singers, but what else?
Well.... Katya.
She liked Katya.
She liked Katya alot.
That she was one hundred percent sure of.
That quirky weirdo who seemed so open and friendly towards her, but whom she knew was so filled with anxiety and had a more colorful past than anyone she'd ever met. That beautiful girl who seemed to know her even better than she knew herself.
An idea filled Trixie's mind and so she picked up the pink guitar that she had begged her parents for one year for her birthday, which they had given her even tho they were reluctant to, and started to play some chords as a new melody filled her head.
"Wierdness follows me wherever I go
Wierdness seems to know me even better than I seem to know myself
I'm someone else"
She thought back to the friday night she'd spent at the bar, and all the bad decisions she'd made over the years to deal with how trapped she'd felt.
"An hour hand moves faster with a scotch
Even when you're in it moving faster every minute if you watch
And I drink a lot
But drinking only wakes you up at ten
Spend the day regrettin', but I'm bettin' that you'll do it all again
Next weekend"
It was far from a full song, but it was a start and to Trixie it felt like liberation. She'd been so focused on music being a waste of time that she hadn't even given herself the chance to write anything in years, so letting the words and melodies fill her up once more felt unbelivably wonderful.
Maybe at some point she'd be able to finish it and play it to Katya. That girl really was the only one who's opinion mattered to her at this point.
Katya was like a saviour, a white knight rescuing her from her own fractured ideas of what dating and sex should be. She was like a soldier, shielding the girl from the strong claws of addiction.
The brown eyed girl pulled out her phone and typed out a message.
To Katya❤😍
i started writing a new song thanks to you 💛
Really? That's amazing Trixie, I'm so proud of you!
its not much yet, but it felt good
it felt freeing
Good, you deserve to feel like that.
I'm really happy for you.
thank you
have i mentioned today that i like you alot?
No, have I mentioned how lucky I am to get to hear that from you?
Trixie blushed at that, thankful that the blue eyed girl could not see her crimson cheeks. She quickly typed out a jokey reply.
no, but you're right, you're very lucky to hear that from me
honestly, im goddamn perfect, so im happy you see that you're lucky for even getting to speak to me
Haha, I fucking hate you, you cunt.😂
no you dont 😂
True, I don't, not even a little.
I like you alot too.
Trixie had never been interested in romance, but dear God she loved it with Katya. For the first time in her life, she truly wished that the word like would turn into love.
Most of all she wanted Katya to stay, because if Katya stayed, she could see herself becoming really happy.
That was her new dream.
A life with Katya in it.
It didn't matter in what way, she just wanted the girl to be in it somehow.
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We Can Solve For X ✔~ trixya
Fanfiction"Oh, we have a newcomer. What's your name, sweetie?" The counselor asked the girl. "Hey everyone, I'm Trixie Mattel." The girl told them, speaking in a far more confident tone than the blue eyed girl had expected her to. "Do you want to tell everyo...
