An Apple A Day(Trixya)

Hiding

"Where does this go?"

"Oh, you can just set it over there."

"Thank you for helping me bring all this."

"No problem, you are doing this for me after all." Monet stood up straight, cracking her back. "Are you sure that you'll be able to get all of these done?"

"Yeah, if need be I'll get my sister to help me."

"Sister? I didn't know you had a sister."

"I try to forget."

"Hey, are you talking about me?" Farrah came walking out of the kitchen, beer in hand.

"No, what would make you think that?" Trixie turned to look at her sister, a frown replacing her smile. "Give me that."

"But I want it."

"I don't care." Trixie walked into the kitchen and poured the beer down the drain.

"Hey! Trixie, why'd you do that?"

"Because you shouldn't be drinking." Farrah stomped her foot as she cross her arms. Monet laughed and leaned on Trixie's shoulder.

"So, this is your little sister huh? She acts just like you."

"Monet, watch it or you'll be putting those designs on those shirts yourself."

"Alright, alright my bad. Anyway, I have to get going. Trixie, I'll see you tomorrow. It was nice to meet you Farrah."

"She is pouting right now Monet, but I will see you tomorrow. Come on, I will walk you out." Trixie and Monet walked out of Trixie's condo, out into the hall. They stood at the elevator and waited.

"So, is she always like that?"

"Just whenever she can't get her way. She gets all moody and bitchy."

"Sounds a lot like someone else I know."

"Whatever." Monet's laughter filled the elevator, making Trixie sigh.

"Did you work things out with that girl?"

"The only one you've told me about, the one that kept slipping through your fingers."

"Oh, no."

"And why the hell not?"

"Because there wasn't anything to work out."

"Bitch."

"What?"

"You are a liar. There was clearly something important about this girl, important enough to change your whole mood and to even make you ask me."

"Monet, you are reading too much into this."

"But am I really?"

"Yes, yes you are." Trixie walked out of the elevator, followed by Monet.

"Maybe you aren't reading into it enough."

"Don't start."

"I'm just saying. I could be right."

"And you could be wrong."

"Nah, I don't think I am."

"Well, I know you are."

"Does it suck?"

"Does what suck?"

"Not letting yourself be happy."

"Oh, is that what I'm doing?"

"I think you are."

"Good thing you aren't paid to think."