A Trixie and Katya Story You've Probably Read Before

CHAPTER FOUR

Katya made her way to the local Tesco, walking quickly as she passed Trixie's house. She wanted to see her, she wanted to hold her, she wanted to kiss her... but now she couldn't. And she might never get a chance again. That, to Katya, was a like a death sentence - she was only truly alive when with Trixie. Thoughts of life without the girl by her side raced through her head. Finally, she arrived at her destination. She grabbed a basket, and hurried straight to the alcohol section.

Trixie grabbed her phone from her dressing table.

Trixie_Mattel: Hiiiiii Katyaaaaaa!!

She smiled. Katya always replied, no matter what time it was, what she was doing. She always had time to talk to Trixie. After a few minutes, she text again.

Trixie_Mattel: Katyaaaaaaa talkkkkk toooo meeeeee
katya.zamo has missed your call.
Trixie_Mattel: Katya? Answer the phone!
Trixie_Mattel: Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova why aren't you talking to me? Did I do something wrong?
katya.zamo has missed your call.
Trixie_Mattel: I'm coming over.

Trixie pulled an oversized pink hoodie over her head and tied back her hair in twin pigtails. She slipped on some pink trainers, and, in her haste, forgot to re-paint her lips in a bright shade of pink like she usually would. The girl shoved her phone and some money in a backpack, and ran downstairs.

"Trixie? Where're you going?" Her mother, Valerie, asked.
"Katya's," Trixie said quickly, stepping into the cold night's breeze.
"No, Trixie, you can't go out- Trixie!" It was too late. She was already running, terrified something was wrong with her friend. There must have been, Katya always answered. Was she angry at her? Had Trixie done something wrong? She was filled with fear as she neared Katya's neighbourhood, faster than she'd ever gone before.

"Trixie? What're you doing here?" Anastasia asked.
"Annie, where's Yekaterina?" Trixie demanded, shivering from the cold.
"Upstairs, I think. She hasn't spoken to me since, like, 7, though," Trixie's fears grew deeper. By the clock on Katya's wall, it was now 10:34. "Okay. Shall I go see if she's okay?" Annie nodded.

With that, Trixie pushed past her and up the stairs, straight to Katya's door. She knocked twice. "Who is it?" Katya's voice was slurred. "Annie, fuck off,"
"Kat? It's not Annie," Trixie called through the wooden panel that separated them.
"Oh. Who is it?" She slurred. Her words were barely understandable.
"It's me, Trixie," No reply. "Katya? It's Trixie. Trixie Mattel?" She said again, pressing her lips against the keyhole.

"Trixie..." Silence. "Oh! Come in," She pushed the door open.

"Oh, Katya," A tear fell from the girl's eye.