Little Miss Perfect ✔~ trixya

Chapter 13: It's So Painfully Obvious

Katya

"Are your parents home?" Trixie asks as we make our way to my bedroom.

"No, why?" I say.

"Oh..uhm, no reason..." She says nervously and I try my best not to comment on how adorable it is. 

Once we enter my room she stares around curiously, taking in every drawing and picture. Her eyes scan every detail, almost like she's trying to analyze my soul through what's hanging on my walls. 

Look at her looking...
Forever with that soft gaze, what does she see? How does she experience the world around her?

If she looked at herself in a mirror, what would she find there?
Does she see what I see?
The round face? The pink cheeks? The soft mouth? The porcelain skin?
The way her hair glows in sunlight?
The tiny dimples that appear when she laughs?

Does she know that I could look at her forever?

"Did you draw these?" She asks as she points towards the sketches.

"Yeah, I like drawing, it's calming. I've drawn the basic design for all of my tattoos." I respond with a proud smile.

"That's really cool, I can't draw at all..." 

"I thought you could do everything, Trixie Mattel." I say as I wrap my arms around her small waist, hoping she won't pull away.

"Almost everything." She responds with a cute giggle, leaning back further into the backhug. 

Can we just stay like this forever
Hidden away from the world, like two people in a painting? I would like that. Just to stay like this, with Trixie wrapped in my arms.

"Is that you?" Trixie asks as she spots photos from my gymnastic competitions.

"Yeah, kind of feels like a lifetime ago now." I admit.

"So you were really training for the Olympics, that was a real story?" 

"Yes, of course.  What did you think?" I say in slight shock of her thinking it was fake.

"Well, I didn't really think you'd lie, but I don't know, I kind of thought you made it up just to test my reaction to it." She says, clearly embarrassed about her assumption.

"Well, it's true." I say with a laugh.

"Stop laughing at me!" She whines, turning around in my arms to hit my chest, the punch feeling like a child pushing an adult with a gloved hand. 

How is it possible for a human to be this cute? 

"I'm sorry, you're assumptions are just adorable sometimes." I say warmly.

"You're bullying me, you big meanie." Trixie responds, and I almost coo at her. 

She pulls away and sits down on the bed, taking her books out. I feel tinge of sadness at the moment ending, but I remind myself that we are actually here for a reason, so I sit down next to her, opening my own books.

"Do you miss it?" She asks suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Gymnastics, do you miss it?"

"Well yeah.. I loved it, so I miss it now. But I really had no choice, if I tried protesting I'd have to throw my teammate under the bus and place all the blame on her, plus I was sick of hiding." I say honestly.

"I wish I was as courageous as you..." She says in an almost inaudible voice.

"Are you saying..? Trixie, is there anything you want to tell me?" I say, gently trying to urge her to come out. However, Trixie quickly changes the subject.

"What? No, nothing." She says in a panicked tone. "Anyways, let's get started." She adds and the next hour passes by with her explaining formula after formula.

As she speaks I find myself staring at her lips. Those soft, pink, very kissable lips. Those lips that taste of strawberries. Those lips that can reveal the most gorgeous smile and the most adorable pout. 

God, I wish I could tell her how beautiful she is in my eyes.
If only I could tell her how she's everything to me. But we belong to two different world's, and I know that, so I leave most things unsaid. I honestly don't know how I would even start.

"Katya? Kat, are you listening?" She says in an annoyed tone after a while.

"Huh.. uhm, what did you say?" I reply, shaking my head to get out of my trance. 

"I was asking you if you understood how to solve the equation now, but you're clearly not paying attention at all." 

"Sorry, I was distracted." I say honestly.

"By what? There's literally nothing here to distract you." She says as she rolls her eyes.

"That's so not true, there's something very obviously distracting here, Trix."

"What?" She asks, seeming genuinely unable to figure it out.

"You. You in all of your cute, awkward, sweet, amazing, kind, funny, shy and smart glory."