Little Miss Perfect ✔~ trixya

Chapter 23: I'll Be There Waiting

Katya

I stare at her longingly as she exists the church, my eyes following her like a lovesick puppy. Her parents smile warmly as Jason's hand reaches around her waist. That would be me, if only they would let me.

I know what I'm doing is stupid. I know I'm setting myself up for pain by coming here, besides I'm meeting her later anyways so there's no need for this. But she's always on my mind, every second, every minute, every day and night, so even without coming I'd still miss her.

There her father goes as per usual.
Her mother's eyes following him as desperately as mine follow Trixie. Her face falling in the familiar way that mine does whenever Jason touches my brown eyed angel.

Maybe she'd understand?
Would it be enough for her to know that her daughter wouldn't be stuck in the same situation as her?
Maybe not...

Trixie please, let's just runaway...
Can't we runaway now?
We can find a way, I don't care how we do it. Name any place in the world, and just call my name and I'll be there waiting. I don't want to waste another day with us apart, so please let's just run far away from here.

As I see them leave I get on my bike, driving to the outskirts of town where I know Trixie will meet me soon. It's a ritual we've done a hundred times by now. A dance that goes round and round. But whenever I think I might get sick of it, Trixie arrives and smiles sweetly, and then it's all better. She's my cure, and I know she's worth it all. Even with my last breath I would call her name, and I know she'd cure me in seconds.

Do you even know, Trixie?
Do you know that you're the one?
My one and only?

"Hey baby." I greet her as she walks over to me after parking her car.

"Hi Kat." She says before she wraps her arms around me, pulling me in for a kiss.

"Good service?" I tease.

"Boring as fuck, and so stressful."

"Oh my god, did the Trixie Mattel actually fully curse? Wow, it must have been shit." I say in surprise as we sit down on the soft grass.

"Jason wouldn't stop touching me. He's getting pushy, and really suspicious. My collar slipped down a little and he saw one of my hickeys. He didn't bring it up in front of mom, thank God, but still he's really pressing me to tell him where it's from. He may be a jerk, but he's not dumb. He knows something is up, and I think he's known for a while." Trixie says.

"Seriously? What are you going to do about it? And what do you think he'll do?"

"I don't know... In a dream world I'd ignore it until graduation, break up with him, and run away with you, but I'm worried he might find out what's going on before that and tell my parents." She says in a worried tone.

"Shit, that would be bad..."

"Yeah, but please, let's not think about that now. Right now, I just wanna be with you." She says as she cuddles into my chest.

"Okay, we won't worry about it now, but tomorrow we should worry about it." I tell her, kissing the top of her head.

"Okay, we can worry about it tomorrow." She agrees, sounding a little tired, likely from having gotten up early for church.

"I love these moments with you. When it's just us, where no one can find us. Out here we aren't really sneaking around like we are at school, you know? This is like our refuge, our own little island. Here I can just cuddle close to you or lay in your lap with your hand in my hand. When we're here, I believe that we can make it. That we'll find our happy ending." Trixie speaks softly as we stare out at the horizon.

"Do you believe in happy endings?" I ask her curiously.

"Yes, well, not in general. But I believe in us, most of all I believe in you. I believe in you because you love me just the way I am, for everything I am, with everything you are. I want to be by your side all my life, and so I believe in us." She says, lifting her head to look me in the eyes. "I have to believe in something, otherwise I might fall apart, so if I'm going to believe in something I'm choosing to believe in us. I'm choosing to believe in you."

"Then I'll believe in that too, I've never had any religion, but I can believe in us." I say as I pull her closer, letting my warmth transfer to her.

If it was anyone else, I could never have made true promises, but I know I'll stay with her forever. So as I take her hand in mine I force myself to trust that there is a happy ending waiting for us. Just as some people believe in a life after death, I place my belief in a life with her.

"I love you." I whisper.

"I love you too." She tells me as she lifts our joint hands and kisses my wrist softly.