Little Miss Perfect ✔~ trixya

Chapter 33: Forever In Your Arms

Katya

"You really are a fucking badass, you know that?" I tell Trixie after the ceremony, pulling her into a tight hug. 

She leans in to kiss me, and I feel my heart beat out of my chest. Finally we can kiss in front of everyone, not giving a damn about their opinions. 

"I'm so proud of you, Trix, seriously. What you did today, that took a lot of courage." I say as I push a loose strand of curly hair behind her ear, loving the way those soft curls frame her face in a way her straightened hair never could. For some reason, I find the fact that she's been letting her hair be in it's natural state lately to be oddly symbolic.

"Thank you, Katya." She replies, just as we hear someone clear their throat behind us which grabs our attention.

"Hi Trixie. I just wanna apologize... I didn't really agree with Alyssa's views, and I should have supported you more. I actually don't even think Alyssa agrees with her views, but it's what we're taught, you know? But I think.. if you give her time, she'll come around in the end. And yeah.. I hope you can forgive me." Blair tells Trixie in a soft voice, clearly feeling very guilty.

 "Of course I can forgive you." Trixie says without an ounce of hesitation before she wraps her friend up in a hug.

She really has a kind heart, I admire that about her. Even if people hurt her alot, she tries her best to look for their good sides, almost to a fault. Of course, her own fears denied her that for a while, which resulted in Tatianna and Adore thinking she hated them. But once her walls came down, her heart won, and no one can help but like that girl when her acts are guided by her heart. 

"So, when are you lovebirds leaving for Boston?" Tatianna asks as she, Adore, Farrah and Courtney walks over to us.

"Tomorrow. My parents finally decided on a house, and Trixie's mom found an apartment right around the corner, so we're wasting no time." I reply.

"Wow, can't say I don't envy you guys. You're in love and you get to leave this town right away." Courtney says.

"Well, you'll be off to college soon too." I respond.

"Yeah, but moving from here is still months away. But at least this town might be busy talking about Trixie's speech for a while." The blonde says.

"I wish I was going to college, but I think I'm gonna try to move to LA instead. I've been sending out demos to some record labels and they've been quite positive, so I think I'm gonna go and try my luck." Adore says.

"That's brave, but it's really cool. You have an amazing voice." Trixie interjects.

"Thanks Trixie." Adore says, clearly a little surprised as even tho Trixie has apologized for her behavior towards Tatianna and Adore, she's never actually complimented them like that.

"You're welcome." She says with a shy smile. I put my arm around her waist and pull her close to me, a proud smile shining brightly on my face.

"Who would have known, huh? That we'd end senior year with Trixie Mattel, little miss perfect, coming out to everyone? Who had that in their predictions?" Tatianna says jokingly.

"Well, not me. That's for sure." Trixie replies with a giggle, making everyone laugh.

It's nice and it's peaceful. And while the watchful eyes of the town still gaze at us, their hateful words no longer spew from their lips. 

"Well, we'd better get going. We have a lot left to pack." I say.

"Goodbye, and good luck to you both." Farrah says as she pulls Trixie into a tight hug. 

"You better call me." Courtney tells us both sternly.

"We will, don't worry." Trixie replies. 

The hugging circle continues until we've made the round and then we make our way back home. As we pack up our belongings in boxes and suitcases, I can't help but marvel at how far we've come. Tatianna was right, it really is remarkable where we've ended up.

"Katya, what do you wanna do in Boston? Other then get away from here I mean." Trixie says as she wraps a picture frame in bubble wrap. 

"I don't know, dive further into art maybe? I mean, my gymnastics career is over and I can't really see myself doing anything academic. But I think I'd like to draw more. Or maybe I'll try to become a tattoo artist? I don't know really, but I'd like to do something artistic." I tell her.

"I think that fits you, and you're great at drawing, I'm sure people would buy your stuff." Trixie says before looking down shyly, a blush coating her cheeks. "Also, the idea of you being a tattoo artist is kinda hot." She adds in a mumble. I walk over to her and wrap her up in my arms from behind.

"Oh, is it now?" I whisper in her ear before leaning down to kiss her neck.

"Mhmm. Really hot, actually." She replies biting her lip.

"Well, I'll just have to become that then." I reply with a slight as I kiss her cheek.

This.
This right here.
This is what life should be.
This is what forever should feel like.