Nov 21, 2022
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Wrong Side of the Moon (Trixya) - DenDenMonMon
Of Lovers, Friends and Everything in Between. Part 7.- Trans Katya
Title: Wrong Side of the Moon Category: M/F Summary: “I’m Brian,” he said with a heavy exhale. Katya smiled as she looked out the window. “I used to know a Brian.” Notes: I felt like writing something darker, deeper, kinda angsty; let’s see if this turns out to be it. Written: April 28th, 2020 - May 3rd, 2020.
Wrong Side of the Moon
Katya had seen the minivan more than once by now. She wasn’t sure how many times, but she had seen the car going around before. Surely last weekend, maybe the one before that, too. She had photographic memory, and the white vehicle, with little stickers on the backseat’s window, was unmistakable to her.
She elbowed the girl standing next to her, without taking her eyes off the car. “My admirer is back,” she said before lighting up a cigarette and bringing it to her lips.
Kennedy followed the direction of Katya’s stare and saw the headlights being turned off. “Oh, oh. He had never stopped before, though. Are you gon’ do something?”
The smoke left Katya’s lips deliberately slower than normal. She felt sexy when doing so. She knew she looked good; she looked hot. The dark sky didn’t have a single star in sight, the only lighting was provided by the yellow street lamp that had become her best friend. It accentuated her curves just enough to highlight her fit body, but not too much to reveal any imperfection.
She stood there, back against the wall, one arm wrapped around herself, and the other finding support on it to put the cigarette to her lips. She didn’t move, not just yet. She needed to assess the situation. There was something about the bald man behind the wheel that intrigued her. He seemed to be hiding. There wasn’t much of him she could see, even when her eyes had learned to identify shapes in the dark.
One didn’t become a lady of the night without refining one or two senses.
He was nervous, of that Katya was sure. With a sigh, she figured she might as well get this done and over with.
The point of her black leather boot stepped on the butt of the cigarette, and she started her way to him. She purposely swayed her hips with every sharp step she took. The high heels resounding against the pavement reminded her she was the one in charge. And she liked that power.
This routine she knew rather well. She went over to the passenger window and waited for the guy to roll it down. Making sure to bend over slowly, she supported her forearms on the door in a way that pushed her breasts together, and tilted her head in a seductive angle.
“Bonjour,” she let out slowly, enticingly. “You looking for some fun tonight?”
The man faced away from her, his eyes went from one end of the street to another. He seemed to be making sure nobody saw them. He nodded to himself. Katya could see the cogs in his head turning, the inner battle of a first-timer. She could almost hear the voice inside his head, telling himself he could do this, that it was going to be okay, that nobody was going to find out.
When he finally looked at her, his eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, wow. You’re beautiful.”
Katya innocently brought her chin to her shoulder. “Thank you. So kind of you.”
For a moment, nobody said a thing. He observed her and she let him. He was admiring her, in a way that -maybe- nobody had done before. She was used to people looking at her, to have women judging her. She was used to men undressing her with their stares, to pinpoint the moment when she became a sexual object to them. This man wasn’t like any of them. His stare travelled across her face almost lovingly, taking in the beauty of her features. This adoration actually made her feel more uncomfortable than any previous objectification.
“You are, like, very beautiful,” he let out in a whisper.
“I mean, it’s not like I will get tired of hearing it,” Katya said, flipping the ends of her curly hair. She had just cut it herself, and she loved it. The blonde waves ended right above her collarbone, and the bangs were just long enough that they played with her lashes when she blinked. “But, I’m on the clock here,” she continued. “So, unless you are planning on repeating that as you fuck me, I need to go back to my spot.”
He choked on his own breath, surely not expecting her to be as bold and direct. “I-I…” he stopped, trying to control the stumbling of his words. “Wow. Okay. You see, I’m looking for, umm, something in part–” He shifted in his seat. “I just wanted to know if you were… Oh, God. I don’t know how to explain this without sounding mean. Like, I don’t wanna insult you.”
Ah. She had been right. This was his first time. She could have fun with that, play mind games, make him feel embarrassed; most of her tricks liked to be put down like that. Again, he wasn’t like any other client she had had before. Just as fast as the idea had crossed her mind, it was gone.
She nodded her head, agreeing with his silence instead. “You want to know if I’m a girl with a dick,” she said it so easily, so casually. “And I am. Yes, sir. Is that a deal maker or breaker?”
The answer to her question came in the form of a door unlocking. She smiled widely, feeling a sudden relief she wasn’t expecting. She jumped in, pulled the visor down and opened the mirror. Yes, she looked good.
“So, you wanna hear tonight specials or–” she started but was immediately interrupted.
“I want it all,” he said without hesitation.
Katya liked that.
“Very well, then. I live a few blocks from here. Go right on the next light and I’ll guide you from there.”
She buckled up as the engine came to life. He did as he had been told and turned the corner, waiting for her next instruction.
“What’s your name?” She looked at him expectedly. She wasn’t sure if he was the type that would give his actual name but she kind of hoped that he’d be honest.
“I-I’m…” he made a pause, directed his attention to her for a second before staring back at the road in front of them. “I’m Ken,” he said. “My name is Ken.”
Oh, so a fake name it was.
“I’m Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova,” she introduced herself. She spoke fast, in the confusing way that she loved, and got the reaction that she wanted. “But you can call me Katya.” She waved a hand in front of herself. She couldn’t precisely shake his when he was driving. “So… Ken,” she drawled the name, emphasizing its fakeness. “You are married.” It wasn’t a question, she was stating the fact.
He looked down, to the ring on his finger, and gripped the wheel a little tighter as he nodded.
“And how old is your kid?”
This time he fully turned to face her, his eyes were wide in shock.
“Oh, I just saw all the Barbies,” Katya pointed her thumb towards the backseat, as a way of explanation. “I’m just trying to keep the conversation going, you don’t have to–”
“My name is not Ken,” he suddenly blurted out.
“I know,” she responded with a smile. Her hand landed on his thigh, physically telling him it was okay. “At the stop sign, take a left.”
“I’m Brian,” he said with a heavy exhale.
Katya smiled as she looked out the window. “I used to know a Brian.”
The rest of the way was spent in a comfortable silence, just two people that shared the same space. No words were needed to fill the air between them. Not even the radio was playing, but nobody noticed. The car moved through the empty streets slowly. They had no rush; if anything, the trip ended too fast. Sooner than expected, she was pointing him where to park.
The building was the very last of the many towers. Usually bathed in light, either by the hot sun or the tender moon. That was the reason why Katya kept lightbulbs at the minimum. The apartment was small, and she liked it like that. She also liked to maintain it messy during the night. She never made the bed when a client left the place, she left the condom wrappers on the floor, the bottles of lube stood open on the nightstand. It was a statement. The men that went there could have her for the hour, for the night even, but they didn’t own her. There were others before them, and there would be more after them.
Brian stood by the door, his hands stuffed in his pockets, as that same realization dawned on him.
“Come, come,” Katya encouraged him. “Why don’t you take a seat while I change into something less comfortable?”
With a nod, he took the seat she was offering and watched her leave. She closed the bathroom door and leaned against it with a sigh. She had literally lost count of how many guys she had brought home, how come this time felt so different? There was something special about Brian, she had sensed as much weeks prior. When he drove in circles, always looking but never stopping. He made her nervous, but in a good way. Like when she was about to ride a roller coaster, anxious about the unknown but fully aware that everything was going to be okay. The way he was so enamoured by her, even without knowing her, made her stomach go up in knots.
No.
She couldn’t go down that road.
This was just another gig; business as usual. This was a first-timer and she was going to give him the night of his life. Not because she had the idea of maybe, possibly, developing feelings for this stranger. No. She was a professional who had a job to do, and she was going to do it right. That thought went through her mind as she changed. She wore her favorite red lingerie, with garters holding her lace stocking in place. From the cabinet, she pulled her backup lipstick and reapplied the bright scarlet shade on her lips. The full length mirror showed her an image that she liked.
It was showtime.
Brian was sitting right where Katya had left him, quietly observing his surroundings. His hands rested on his knees, his feet were a little too close together. It was a cute picture. One that she interrupted just by walking into the room. He immediately straightened his back at the sight of her. She pressed herself against the doorframe, arching her back and bringing her hands up to her breasts. Her mouth opened sexily, as her body slid down slightly before coming back up. Stretching her arm, she grabbed a remote control from a shelf and the sound system came to life, playing one of her favorite songs. The notes were slow and sensual, and the foreign language made everything more mystical.
Ever so slowly Katya made her way to him. First she went around the chair, her steps synchronized to the beat. Her hands glided from one of his shoulders to the other, her nails scratched his neck slightly. She spread his legs and stood between them; finding support on his thighs as she moved to the sexy rhythm of the music. Her body knew how to dance without asking her brain about the next step. The music dictated her every move and she responded. She turned around and bent over. Her ass was right in front of him. She swayed her hips side to side on tempo.
The unmistakable sound of a zipper becoming undone was heard, he surely couldn’t take it anymore and had to free himself.
Brian swallowed hard. “Ca-Can I touch you?” he asked oh-so-respectfully.
She answered his question by grabbing his hands and putting them on her ass, one on each cheek. He lost no time. He started caressing her, his fingers softly kneading the flesh of her butt. Time seemed to stop when she felt his lips on her skin for the first time. Her eyes closed by themselves at the tender gesture. His mouth followed the outline of her panties on one side, then moved to the other. Meanwhile, the palms of his hands drew imaginary circles on her hips, keeping her in place as he left a trail of butterfly kisses.
The song ended. Nothing came on next. Complete silence surrounded them until it was broken by his voice.
“Turn around.”
It was a command, one that Katya could only obey. She did. She straightened her back, and spun to face him, having to look down to do so. His hands went around and found her ass again, only to push her closer to him. This time, his mouth went straight to her stomach. He kissed her skin a few times before his tongue ran against her toned abs. His touch was so delicate, so tender, so hot.
The lace panties did nothing to hide her erection. She was hard, and wet. An incessant throbbing pushed against the red material, making it clear she was ready. He was taking his time to travel across her torso, though. It was almost as if his mouth was taking a print of her every curve.
“Will you tell me if I’m doing it wrong?” he spoke against her skin. “I have never done this before.”
“I will,” she promised, unable to form a full sentence when he was making it hard to even breathe.
Finally, his fingers hooked on the waistband of her underwear. He looked up at her, asking for permission. She nodded effusively. She wanted him, she needed him.
Brian surprised her yet again by releasing a deep sigh; the corners of his mouth curled up, threatening to break into a smile. He pulled down the soft material, leaving it to stretch at her shins. His eyes went up and down her length, the loving gaze had turned darker now. Adoration had mixed with lust, and it was an extremely erotic combination; but there was still something stopping him from touching her.
Katya gave him time, allowing his desire to fight his logic. On the outside, he was so calm and relaxed, but she knew better. She could tell that in his mind, there was a hurricane, trying to tear away everything that had been nailed down by society. He needed to get rid of any preconception left in him if they really wanted to see this through. And, even when she was more than happy to be there to help him, it was a decision he had to reach all by himself.
Her hand cupped his face, and he leaned into her touch. He was letting go. He was ready.
She guided him forward, and he wrapped his hot mouth around her, sucking slightly. Her other hand went to the back of his head, setting the pace. They were soon pulled into a trance, where nothing else existed but them. No other sound could be heard but her soft moaning, and his wet mouth around her. She didn’t fuck his face, as she was used to doing with other men. He blew her at the speed that she wanted. He sucked her off with a certain clumsiness that was almost charming. His hands went up to her breasts, pressing and releasing to the rhythm of her thrusts. It took his fingers pinching through the fabric of her bra, to have her cumming hard inside his mouth. He flinched in surprise but didn’t allow her to pull away, he kept on sucking until she was done; licked her clean until she was soft again.
Katya offered her hands to help him up. “I–” It was probably the first time she was left speechless. She literally had no words to express what had just happened, what she had just felt. “Now let’s take care of you.” She decided to go safe, to pull the attention away from her; to focus on the person actually paying to be taken care of.
Brian shook his head. Lowering his hand, he pulled the hem of his plaid shirt. “There’s no need. I kinda, umm… I’m good.”
“Oh!” Katya looked up, catching the sadness in his eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. We can just call it a night.”
“No.” His answer came out faster than his thoughts. “Please,” he begged. “Not yet.”
Their bodies were so close together. Katya was sure that, if she inhaled deeply, their torsos would be touching. Nonetheless, he was still out of her reach. Even when he stood there, towering her, with eyes that pierced right into her soul, he was so, so far away.
One of his hands went up to her face, his thumb ran against her cheekbone. His eyes scanned her features. “You’re so beautiful,” he told her in a whisper, only for her to hear. “I can’t get over it. It’s unreal.” With every word that left his mouth, his head moved closer.
Katya closed her eyes, expecting to feel his lips on hers, but it didn’t happen. His forehead landed on hers instead.
“What do you wanna do now?” The question came out matter-of-factly, she truly was willing to do whatever he asked her to. She had agreed to comply with his every desire since the moment he finally stopped the car across from her corner.
“Would you fuck me?”
She felt his breath against her skin as he voiced the request. She couldn’t help herself. Stretching her neck, Katya captured his lips with hers. They were soft, just like she had imagined them. His kiss was even softer. Brian tilted his head, pecking right at the corner of her mouth and made his way to the center. He sucked on her bottom lip slightly, ran his tongue against it, and released it. She tasted herself as soon as he pushed his tongue passed her lips. Suddenly, something primitive took over her. She grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him, if possible, even closer. Their noses bumped together, their teeth crashed with each other, their tongues met outside their mouths.
With shaky hands she rid him of his shirt, meanwhile, Brian sneaked his hands behind her and undid her bra. They took on the task of undressing each other in a matter of seconds.
Katya guided him to the bedroom, and they sat on the bed. “As bad as I wanna fuck you right now,” she admitted. “I’m gonna need a few minutes to get things going again; if you know what I mean.”
“Oh, God. Yeah, sure. There’s no rush… I mean, I don’t know about you.”
She simply smiled, pushing him to lay on the mattress. He scooted over until he reached the pillows and she laid next to him, resting her head on his chest. One of his hands immediately started caressing her back. She toyed with his free hand, running a finger on his wedding band.
“Are you sure you don’t have to go home?” She spoke placing kisses around a nipple, unable to stay away from his skin. “Where does she think you are right now?”
Brian sighed. “She doesn’t ask any questions.”
This time Katya fully looked at him, supporting her chin on his chest. “She doesn’t, huh?”
“Nope,” he answered her rhetorical question. “I guess that’s the key to our relationship working so well. Most couples believe in talking, we believe in silence. She will always love me, no matter what.”
“She sounds amazing.”
He smiled. There was a sweetness in his face that Katya couldn’t help but envy. She wondered if anybody had smiled like that when thinking about her.
“She’s the best.” He didn’t talk to Katya. He stared at the ceiling fan as he spoke to the air around them. “We grew up in the same small town, so I guess we learned to be together the old fashion way. You know the type. She gets up early and makes me lunch, irons my shirts, feeds the baby. Like those housewives you see in the old movies, and she has that classic beauty too. I’m lucky to have her by side. She does so much to keep my life together.”
Silence enveloped them then. Katya did her best to analyze his face as he got lost in thought. The room was dark, and only part of his body was illuminated by the moonlight. A few rays made it through the blinds, softening his features and making him look almost like an apparition. It couldn’t be real. That moment couldn’t be happening. He had such a good heart, and was clearly trapped between who he wanted and who he was expected to be. Something, or someone, had forced him to become this family man, to have a wife and kids and carry on an impeccable life. The only issue was that he didn’t seem content with the results, he had gone to her, after all.
“Brian, why are you here?” Katya had never had filters; she always went straight to the point, and this time was not going to be any different. “You have this amazing, picture-perfect family, and you are spending the night with a transexual hooker. I don’t get it. Are you gay?”
His eyes snapped to look at her, yet the soothing motion of his hand never stopped roaming her shoulder blades. “I thought I was,” he confessed. “I always knew I wasn’t like everybody else, like all the other boys. They used to call me names, so I went, found the prettiest girl in town and married her. What point was I trying to prove? I don’t know. I guess I always knew, but I needed to hide it. Then I heard some coworkers talking about you girls. Maybe if I gave it a try…” he trailed off, leaving her to connect the dots and finish the sentence for him.
“We get a lot of those.” She nodded. “Men usually want something, like, in the middle, so they go after the dolls.”
Brian tried to shrug, Katya’s weight still rested on his arm. “I guess you can put it like that, but not really. If I’m being honest, I didn’t think I would come across someone like you. No offense, but, in my head, I was looking for a man in a wig, sorta. Never did I think I was going to find this whole woman.”
She didn’t mean to, but Katya couldn’t help but burst out laughing. It was a nervous response to such a sincere comment. A part of her still needed to learn how to take compliments without finding it funny.
“Why me?” The question left her lips without asking her permission. The tone of her voice went back to serious.
“I don’t know. You just… made me feel things. When I first saw you, you were leaving with a guy. It felt like, when you get in the car, the radio comes on, and you catch the tail end of your favorite song. I don’t know if that makes sense. If only I had gotten there a few minutes earlier. I knew it had to be you, but I was too late.”
If he had planned to continue his crazy analogy, she didn’t let him. Before she knew it, she was kissing him. She thanked him for his beautiful words in the only way she knew how. Her mouth found his in a desperate kiss. It all happened too fast, she needed more and more of him. In a quick move, she placed a leg around his hips and pulled herself to straddle him. The only reason why her lips disconnected from his was to find his neck. She nibbled tenderly, finding a small bundle of nerves that made him moan loudly.
His hands took a hold of her hips, forcing her to stop. She hadn’t noticed she was rubbing against him so aggressively.
“Katya.”
The name left his lips for the first time. He said it slowly, tasting each of the letters as they bounced off of his tongue. His chest physically contracted at the sole mention of her name.
His eyes lit up.
The hurricane had dissipated.
He was finally free.
It took a simple stretch of his neck to connect their mouths again. He seemed to be the one losing control by then. Something animalistic took over him; he attacked her lips with complete abandon. Her name was pronounced repeatedly, like a mantra between breaths of air and hungry kisses.
Katya was pulled into a dreamlike state the more he adored her, the more he made love to her mouth with his. She could see the bond being created. The connection between them transcended flesh and logic, reaching a spiritual level that she had only dreamed of. Yet, as magical as this experience was, she needed more. The carnal desire was still there, growing and growing, consuming her.
Their lips parted out of pure necessity to pull air back into their lungs.
“I will now proceed to eat your ass, is that okay?” Katya spoke as she looked at him straight in the eye.
Brian nodded slightly. The mood of the room had changed, it wasn’t charged with fear anymore. The expectation was electrifying, fueled by desire and want, not doubt and uncertainty. It was the perfect setting for a man and a woman to unite for the first time.
He looked angelical, bathed in light, completely nude, both in body and soul.
She took her time to travel down his body. She kissed the birthmark on his chest, played with each of his nipples before she moved on to his stomach. Her lips marked his skin with prints made of deep red. It seemed like no inch of him was going to be left untouched, but she purposely avoided where he needed her the most. Her arms hooked under his knees, pulling them up to have better access.
The first touch was a soft kiss, which provoked a high pitched moan from him. Katya smiled against his skin, proud of herself. The sounds emanating him only encouraged her to keep going. She pulled every trick she knew, and ate his ass like she had never done before. Part of her wanted to stay there forever, making him feel good, using her tongue to take him into unknown levels of absolute pleasure. Her own need soon became too much, she needed to be inside of him, and she needed it yesterday.
A whimper escaped him when she moved away. It took her seconds to get a condom and the bottle from her night stand; and not even a minute later she was positioning herself to enter him. The cold finger, covered with lube, came first, making him jump a little.
“Baby, look at me,” Katya requested.
Brian complied the best that he could, his stare tried to find her face through hooded eyes.
“I need you to talk to me, okay?” she continued. “If it hurts, if it becomes too much, if you like it. Bitch, especially if you like it.”
“Oh, God. Just put it in, already.”
A wicked smile took over her face at his command. “Relax.” Her voice was soothing, and she immediately felt him loosen up. Her hand helped him prepare to take her and, after a few minutes, she could feel he was ready. “I’m going in now.”
Brian screamed in pleasure as she filled him, inch by inch. She moved painfully slowly, giving him time to adapt to her size, but he took her just fine. He felt tight around her, and she had to try extra hard not to roll her eyes. She wanted to take in every single one of his expressions. She wanted to drink in how his face distorted in satisfaction when she started to move. There was no need to go hard or fast, she unhurriedly moved in and out, easily setting the pace.
The sight displayed in front of her was enough to pull her over the edge. Brian had an arm across his eyes, his mouth was wide opened, expelling screams, whimpers and moans. His chest went up and down unevenly as he tried to breathe, and feel, and exist, all at the same time. More importantly, she could see his hard on right under her. His penis was big, really big. It bobbed against his stomach with every thrust. The harder she pushed into him, the harder it would bounce. It was a hypnotizing motion. She suddenly wanted it inside her mouth, and her want didn’t precisely ask physics if it was possible. She was flexible and he was rather large, her body simply figured she could do it.
Bending forward, and taking advantage of her hold on his legs, she pushed his hips up. Before she knew it, she had part of his erection in her mouth while, at the same time, pushing herself inside of him.
Quick as a bolt, his eyes snapped open, not really understanding what was going on. He felt her sucking him. He felt her thrusting into him. She was in him and yet all around him. It literally provoked an overload in his system, causing him to nearly pass out as he came long and hard inside her mouth. She swallowed his full climax while still rocking her hips. It wasn’t until she was sure he was done that she basically slammed into him, finding her release with a scream herself.
The emptiness of their aftermath was suffocating. The room smelled like sex, it smelled like poetry as two bodies physically disconnected yet bonded in levels beyond rational thinking.
Katya dropped into his arms. She could feel sweat dripping down her spine, her bangs sticking to her forehead, and her make up was probably a mess; but she didn’t care. Not when she had his warm hand caressing his back, and the cold moonlight caressing her front.
“Oh… my… God!” Brian let out between chuckles. “I-I honestly had no idea. Like, I didn’t know it could be like this.”
Katya smiled, running a fingernail around his belly button. “It is when you hire an expert.”
It was a joke, it was meant to be a joke, but her words were enough to make the curtain fall. The magic had ended, the spell had been lifted. He had hired her. She was a hooker and he was her client. Nothing more. She had promised herself she wouldn’t forget that, and she did. It was about time to regain control of the situation.
She pushed herself up. “I gotta go change. Just leave the money on the dresser.” She pointed at the exact spot as she stood by the bed. “You can see yourself out, right?”
Brian sat up. “What the fuck? Are you serious? You don’t expect me to just leave, do you?”
Katya scrunched her nose. “I kinda do,” she said in a childish tone, accompanying her words with a pout. Another facade to keep people at arm’s length.
He didn’t move.
She sighed. “Okay, look, if you want, we can do this again another day. Right now I gotta go. I need to go back to my girls.”
Katya didn’t know if she had suddenly developed X-ray vision, or if he was just a transparent being, but she could literally see the connections in his brain trying to make sense of the situation. He was confused, he was angry, almost sad. And he traveled through several waves of emotions in a matter of seconds, until it finally clicked.
“At least let me drive you back,” he offered.
“It’s only a few blocks.”
“Katya… please,” he begged.
It was too late to say no, not when she had given him more of herself than she had anybody else. So she agreed. They both got dressed. She fixed her hair and make up in the bathroom, and he watched from the bedroom, through the partially opened door. He held her by the waist as they made their way to his car, and he held the door for her as she got in, closing it after pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head.
“You know,” he spoke to her, but wouldn’t face her. He occupied himself in settling in the driver’s seat. “I wish I had known you sooner. Things woulda been a lot different, I think.”
“Maybe in another life,” she suggested. “Maybe we already met, you know, in a previous one. It kinda feels like it.”
“Maybe,” he agreed with a nod.
The short drive was done in silence. He left his open hand between them, and her self control lasted less than a block. She intertwined her fingers with his and didn’t let go until they reached her spot.
Brian stopped the car, but didn’t put it in park. She got the hint, the sooner it was all over, the better.
“Well, if you ever want to see me again, you know where to find me.”
“I will, I will. I promise. Thank you… for tonight.”
Trying her best to hide a smile, Katya got down from the car. She spotted Kennedy standing right where she left her, so she concentrated all her will power in making her way to her friend, without looking back. If she did she would surely run back to the car, and ask Brian to take her away with him.
“After a long night of hooking,” Kennedy recited to the night air.
“Shut up, you stupid whore.”
Katya laughed openly, happily, as a white minivan, with stickers on the backseat’s window, drove away.
Something New- Chapter 1 (Trixya) - Julie
AN: Hi guys, this is my first time submitting and I’m really nervous. English also isn’t my first language so apologies in advance for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes. Thanks for reading! - Julie
Brian is a single dad who just moved to La with his daughter. There he meets his somewhat weird neighbour Katya.
Brian Frikus likes to think that he has his shit together. And he does. Sort of.
He has a stable job working at a Makeup Counter because, yes, he is a guy that likes make-up and, yes, he is damn good at what he does.
He’s also a single dad and while being a single dad who loves make-up can be challenging from time to time he’s managing. His daughter Keira has just started elementary school and she’s incredibly smart. Maybe he is a little bit biased but he’s sure he couldn’t read at age four and he’s allowed to be proud of his daughter, damn it!
The two of them just moved from Wisconsin to Los Angeles because no child should have to grow up in Wisconsin, the state of serial killers. Brian had found a nice little flat not too far from the beach. It wasn’t big but it was comfy and they didn’t need much space. Having just moved in the two hadn’t had much time to greet the neighbours and that’s why he found himself standing in the kitchen at 9am trying to bake cookies. It had been Keira’s idea and it was a good idea, really, an ice-breaker. But Brian was absolutely hopeless in the kitchen and now feared that he might accidentally poison the neighbours. But Keira was excited and insisted to pour in the sugar. Maybe he could blame it on her if the cookies turned out to be inedible.
“I want to lick the spoon!” the young girl demanded and reached for it. She was still in her pyjamas but Brian had braided her hair this morning and the two braids fell neatly down her back. Brian smiled to himself. Being a hair and make-up artist did have its perks, especially when it came to little girls.
“Ah!” Brian made and held the spoon over her head so she couldn’t reach it, “What’s the magic word?”. Keira rolled her eyes. “Pleeease!”, she whined and Brian handed the spoon to her. He was trying to teach her some manners for the next Christmas they were forced to spend with his parents. They had tried to talk him into letting them raise Keira, not trusting him to succeed. He couldn’t even really blame them. He was only 21 when Keira appeared at his doorstep with only a note from her mother, letting Brian know that he was the father of the small, crying child and that she wasn’t ready to take responsibility for their daughter. Brian had never wanted children. He didn’t even like them. They were loud and demanding, but one look and he had fallen in love with Keira.
Keira had asked about her mother for the first time three months ago and Brian had feared that day. After all, what was he supposed to say?
‘I was really really drunk and slept with a woman to prove to myself that I’m not gay or at the very least bisexual, and knocked her up?’ He didn’t think so. So he just tried to explain to her that he didn’t know where her mother was and when she asked him if she was ever going to get a mother it had almost moved him to tears. He wasn’t sure if Keira understood the concept of homosexuality but she had nodded when he told her that he was gay and that maybe one day she would get a second Daddy, even if he didn’t really believed that himself.
Where in La would he find a cute gay guy that would be up for dating someone with a four year old?
Brian put the clean licked spoon in the sink shoved the tray filled with rather sad looking piles of too sticky cookie dough in the oven.
“Come on, we gotta get you dressed”, he took Keira by the hand and led her into her room. He hadn’t had time to build up her wardrobe yet and thus her clothes were still inside the moving boxes that were stacked all over the flat. Keira insisted to dress herself, she had been doing it for a while now and to be honest Brian had a hard time with it. He was a perfectionist when it came to clothes, make-up and hair and Keira’s fashion choices were…questionable. But, hey she was four, and Brian tried his best to not let her see the horror on his face when she came out of her room dressed in green tights, a red skirt and a pink shirt with blue polka dots. The red and the pink clashed terribly but Brian decided she had to learn that herself. He couldn’t help but sigh a little when he saw that she had shoved three hair clasps into her hair, that did absolutely nothing besides messing up her braids. But she looked happy and when Keira was happy, Brian was happy as well.
The cookies only burned a little bit and when Keira and Brian tried them they weren’t as bad as expected. Still bad, but it could have been worse.
When Keira slipped on her purple gumboots, Brian couldn’t help himself.
“Are you sure about these?”
“Why?”, she looked at him with big eyes.
“It isn’t even raining and we are going to stay inside anyway.”
“But I like them! Don’t you like them? You bought them!” she protested. Brian gave up. There was simply no point in arguing with a small child.
They had four neighbours and the first three they introduced themselves to seemed relatively normal. There was an elderly woman living on the ground floor. She was happy to finally meet them and asked them to stop by for tea some time. There was a married couple that owned – to Keira’s big excitement- a dog and there were three young women living in the flat above theirs who asked about Brian’s wife and were delighted to learn that she was non-existent. Their last neighbour lived at the top floor and Brian had never seen them before. He didn’t know what to expect.
When Keira knocked at the door they heard a loud bang followed by an even louder “Fuck!”.
The door flung open and the smell of smoke blew into their faces.
“Yeah?”, the woman in the doorway asked while sucking on her finger. She looked like a complete mess. Brian had disapproved of Keira’s outfit but all of the sudden it didn’t seem so bad. She wore a long black skirt with colourful pompoms stuck to it. Her feet were inside incredibly high glittery heels and she wore a beige shirt with fringe attached to it. Earrings that were way to big for Brian’s taste and a small puppet hand was clipped to the side of her messy bun. Her eyes were piercing blue and outlined with black eyeliner. Her lips, still wrapped around her finger, were painted bright red and they were overdrawn.
“Uhm”, Brian made, “Uh, we’re he new neighbours. We just moved in a couple days ago.”
“We made cookies!”, Keira handed her the box, “I’m Keira and this is my Dad.”
“Brian”, said Brian and the woman, who had been focusing on Keira, jerked up.
“What?”, she asked, finger still inside her mouth.
“I’m Brian your new neighbour”, Brian wondered if she might be high.
“Oh yes. Of course! Hi!” the woman exclaimed, “My name is Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova. But you can call me Katya.” She extended her hand to him, the one that previously had been in her mouth, and Brian could see a cut on her index finger.
“Uhm”, he made again, not wanting to shake her hand, mainly because he could still see Katya’s saliva on her finger.
“Oh sorry”, she wiped her hand on her skirt and extended it again. Brian could still feel the dampness as his hand wrapped around hers. Her lipstick was slightly smudged.
She also shook Keira’s hand which he appreciated.
“Thanks for the cookies”, she said. Her voice was very deep. “Uh do you want to come inside?”, she asked and Brian was just about to decline but Keira already nodded eagerly.
Her flat looked just like her. Messy, cluttered and all in all too much. The smell of smoke was disgusting.
“Here, here”, she shoved them towards the kitchen. There she put the cookies on the table.
“Would you like some coffee?”, she asked Brian and he nodded, not wanting to seem rude. She turned to Keira. “You too?”.
Keira blinked. “I’m four”, she simply said and Brian couldn’t help but grin.
“Right. Right of course. Juice then”, she said more to herself than to her guests.
“I’m sorry”, she then said, “I don’t know too many four years old. Especially no four years old with such an amazing fashion sense! These boots are amazing!”
Brian groaned and Keira’s face lit up.
“See, Daddy? Yekat- Yekata- Katya likes them!”
Katya laughed “It’s Yekaterina but like I said, Katya’s just fine.”
“Is that Russian?”, Brian asked and she smiled at him with the whitest teeth he had ever seen.
“It is, actually!”
“So you’re Russian?”, he asked.
“Oh, no. I’m from Boston.”
She threw back her head when she saw Brian’s confused look and started to laugh. It sounded more like wheezing and quickly turned into a cough that sounded rather unhealthy.
That’s when Brian saw the Adan’s apple.
“How did you get a Russian name then?”, Keira asked. Katya smirked.
“I chose it.”
Keira looked at her with wide eyes. “How do you choose a name? Weren’t you born with one?”
“Keira…”, Brian tried to say. He didn’t want to make Katya uncomfortable but she just smiled her perfectly white smile.
“It’s fine”, she said to Brian and then she turned to Keira, “I didn’t like my old name, so I changed it.”
“Can I change my name too, Daddy?”, Keira asked with big eyes.
“What would you want to change it to, Honey?”, he asked.
“Uhm…”, Keira thought, “Pippi Longstocking. Like from the book we read together!”
Katya wheezed again.
“Absolutely not”, Brian couldn’t help but laugh too.
“Why not?”, Keira sounded upset.
“Because that’s a weird name!”
“Katya chose a weird name too!”, she tried to defend herself.
“Oh my god, Keira! You can’t just say something like this!”, he felt his face flush red. Keira had already managed to embarrass him in front of their new neighbour. He really had to work on that manners thing. He turned to Katya who was still laughing hysterically.
“I am so incredibly sorry”, he tried to apologize. He also tried not to stare at her moving Adam’s apple.
“It’s fine”, she chuckled once she calmed down, “I suppose it is a weird name.”
“I think we better get going”, Brian said before the whole situation became even more uncomfortable for him. “Uh, thanks for the coffee. Come on Keira.”
Katya led them to the door.
“Thanks for stopping by”, she showed her perfect teeth once more, “And thanks for the cookies”, she winked at Keira, “It was nice meeting you two.”
“You too”, Brain said, almost out of the door.
“See you around?”, she said almost hopeful. She seems lonely, Brian thought. Perhaps she was.
“Sure”, he said and Keira waved her good-bye.
Katya smiled one last time before closing the door between them.
I Remember You Differently (Trixya) - Chapter 4 - goth
One more high school lesbian AU for the good people of this blog. It’s the end of senior year, prom season, and Trixie thought she was finally over her crush on Katya from freshman year drama class. She was wrong. Kim is over it before it even starts.
A/N: Purely Trixya interaction, for the most part. Y'all deserve it.
Katya’s perched on the handrail leading to the restaurant, knees jutting out and legs tucked in, black jellies on the lower railing. Her fingers jitter against the metal, like she’s missing something. Trixie wants to hold her restless hands. She wants to kiss them. She wants them jittering across her skin.
Trixie doesn’t tell Katya this. Not in words, but in body language. Arms crossed tight across her chest, weight shifting foot to foot. She’s standing in front of Katya, about a foot away. It feels both like a mile and an inch apart.
She’s had girls before, and a handful of boys. It’s not virginal shyness holding her under. She thinks her problem might be its cousin: intermediately-experienced timidness. Trixie feels clueless around Katya, so fucking inept.
She pulls her arms around herself tighter.
Tonight marks the longest they’ve been around each other in years. Trixie breathes in the warm night air, steadying herself. They’re alone, in regards to other people. Cars are parked on the other side of the street, and an endless supply of cars drive past them. Trixie assumes they’re driving to other restaurants, and bars as well. It’s that time of night.
The last time she stood outside in the dark with Katya was their first date. It’s a lot to process, not adding-on and last date anymore. Prom night is going to end her.
To clear the air, it wasn’t entirely a date.
They were sophomores, then. Katya had left their high school after freshman year, enrolled in home schooling. Trixie thought that was that. She’d never talk to Katya again. She was so convinced, one night in the middle of the year, Trixie called Kim and begged she come over.
Trixie had a bit of a meltdown.
Kim saved her ass, quietly listening to her explain every interaction they had in drama class, nodding along. They sat still for a moment, on Trixie’s bedspread, before Kim flicked Trixie’s forehead. ‘She likes you, dummy,’ Kim said, rather matter-of-factly. ‘Ask her to go see a movie tomorrow.’
Again. Not entirely a date.
But she texted Katya fully intending it to be a date. After Katya said yes, Trixie danced in her room. She twirled and jumped around like an idiot. On the night of, when Trixie got back home, she threw herself across her bed, bubbling over with happiness.
Trixie remembers grinning into her pillow. They didn’t kiss or hold hands, Katya didn’t let Trixie pay for both of their popcorns, nor did either of them confess any pent-up feelings from the year before. Not quite the one of the love stories she had read in Cosmo.
Instead, they laughed like maniacs. An old married couple a few rows back even shushed them. The girls didn’t quiet down any, only laughed harder, slid further down their scratchy pleather seats. From there they talked over the movie neither of them were watching. Talked about topics like family drama, likes and dislikes, how things had changed since last year, and dreams for the future.
Katya said she wanted to design costumes. Trixie wanted to write plays. They joked about working together one day, loud mouths full of popcorn. Trixie thought it was magical. Better than any of the love stories she had read in Cosmo.
There were cues Trixie picked up. Things she noticed, one by one, when she glanced over at Katya throughout the movie:
Katya’s arm pressing against hers on the armrests; bony wrists digging into ample counterpart. Katya curled up in her seat, inclined towards her left, intruding upon Trixie’s space. Hair spilling over and mixing with Trixie’s own. Cologne mixing with Trixie’s perfume — Katya never wore cologne freshman year.
It was all needless, and Trixie’s stomach had churned at the possible implications of need. She felt a desperate tension between her and Katya that entire night. It’s building again. She can feel it. She’s been feeling it since Katya decided to reappear in her life.
Trixie doesn’t want to write plays anymore. She wonders what new dreams Katya has for herself.
Neither of the girls have said a word since Katya escorted Trixie out. It’s only been a minute or two, but time stretches out so much longer in silence. As much silence as there can be, anyway, on a busy night. A siren goes off a few streets away, but Trixie’s lost in a daze.
“P.F. Chang’s puts giant stone horses outside their restaurants in small towns.” Katya states, breaking the silence, pulling Trixie out of her stream of consciousness. “Can you imagine those here?”
Trixie takes the offering, runs with it, giggling at the imaginary scene. “I can imagine the pissed off Chicagoans. Petitioning for them to be taken down.”
Katya’s hands curl around the railing, supporting her slow bend forward. Trixie can smell the peppermint on Katya’s breath again. She can practically taste it. Trixie’s eyes trail up and down the length of Katya’s fingers, then up to the smirk on her lips.
“I’d want to mount one.”
That voice in Trixie’s head whimpers. Suggesting she say, ‘I want you to mount me.’
She’s on sensory overload: Katya’s curls, frizzing in the heat. Her red lips crooking up in one corner. Her green eyes, clear and bright under the artificial lighting. The colors make Trixie’s head swirl. Katya is like Christmas.
Trixie shrugs. “Of course you like lifeless things under your legs.” She plays with the hem of her dress, ignoring Katya’s instantaneous cackling, for her own sake. Trixie tries not to catalogue how the girl alternates between wheezes and squawks. The little breaths in-between.
She fails miserably; it’ll be what keeps her awake when she tries to sleep tonight. Trixie’s never heard a more ridiculous sound in her life.
Katya reaches out to tap Trixie’s shoulder, still laughing, and Trixie looks up. With each tap, her hand moves down goose-bump-covered skin, giggles heightening. Katya takes a breath to speak. She stole it from Trixie.
“Will you be free, Trixie? When you’re deceased?” The end of her sentence drops off. Trixie’s holding Katya’s hand. She didn’t mean to. It just felt natural, the way Katya’s was progressing towards hers.
Katya’s face is red. Again, past memories stir up within Trixie; she wants to scream. Moments ago, Katya alluded to sex with a stone horse, and here she is. Blushing, like how Trixie must be.
Trixie’s mind goes back even further. Minutes ago, Katya pressed her hand against Trixie’s lower back, guiding her, as if that’s how they’ve always been. Trixie realizes she’s holding that very hand, tips of her fingers brushing over veins. The skin is sweaty, but so is her own.
Trixie blames it all on the heat of the night.
One car drives by especially fast — how timely — giving a much needed breeze. Trixie’s free hand has to hold down her dress, and she shuts her eyes when Katya’s flick down to the movement. When she opens them, Trixie fixates on the blinking streetlamp up ahead.
She’s ready to let go, Katya’s skin is burning her alive, but Katya’s fingers squeeze down hard. Not enough to hurt — Trixie can feel the restraint. Katya could crush Trixie’s hand with ease. If desired.
She’s wet again.
Trixie holds back a whine, but she doesn’t hold back from mimicking Katya’s gesture. She’ll have to ask her friends about Katya’s metamorphosis from gangly pubescent virgin to whatever the hell she is now.
Katya clears her throat and cocks her head towards the restaurant entrance. “You said your friends wanted to meet—“ She doesn’t get to finish her sentence. Both of their heads whip around to the sound of the doors bursting open, and the sight of Adore ambling towards them.
If Trixie wasn’t aware of the short distance from Katya and her hand in her own, she would be hyper-aware, now. Katya’s grip keeps Trixie locked in place. Trixie would’ve had to fight the instinct to jump back, if not for that. The instinct of a closeted fourteen year old she’s finding herself reverting to.
Katya straightens up. It’s a merciful act, to pull back and taking the peppermint and cologne scents with her. Trixie cranes her head up to the murky black sky, saying a silent thanks.
As Adore comes closer, Katya’s jaw sets and her brow tightens. Trixie looks for a distraction and finds one in Katya’s legs gently swinging back and forth. The voice in her head screams at the contrasting image.
Adore’s soon standing next to Trixie but looks up at Katya. They look somewhat nervous, but mostly blazed out of their mind. Trixie spies a plastic baggie sticking out of their overalls. “The girls need to speak with you.”
“I’m talking to Trixie right now.” Trixie suspects Katya’s tone would be significantly cooler if the little freshman was replaced by a different friend of hers. She wonders if that was deliberate. It pisses her off, to imagine anyone taking advantage of Katya.
“Everyone’s getting upset. I don’t wanna get banned from another place. Please, Katya.”
So. This isn’t just a problem for Trixie’s friends. There’s humor to be found, somewhere. Trixie’s incapable, as every other emotion has a hold on her at the moment.
Katya sighs in defeat. She wiggles on-top of the handrail, better adjusting her position to hop off. Trixie backs up, helps her down with the hand still holding on. Trixie rolls her eyes at no-one but herself, feeling foolishly chivalrous. Adore eyes the two of them with a newfound smile.
Katya lets go when she lands. The embarrassment turns to mourning.
Trixie’s fingers flex. She’s convinced the lines of Katya’s palm are sure to be imprinted of Trixie’s own. She’s scared to check.
“Thanks,” Trixie almost doesn’t hear her over the cars driving by and the added sound of Adore smacking gum. Peppermint flavored. It must be Katya’s brand. She’s weirdly jealous of Adore for a hot second, then shakes her head to rid herself of the thought.
“I’m sorry, Trixie.” Her hand comes to Trixie’s arm, thumb rubbing a circle above her elbow. The movement is a languid rhythm, and Trixie shivers. “This’ll probably take awhile.”
Katya’s Docs make her about an inch taller, yet she has to lift her chin to make eye contact. It’s cute until it’s not; Trixie is hit with the full force of Katya’s jawline. She decides to only think about how tiny Katya has to be without her fucking boots.
Trixie bites down on her lip, concealing a grin. “I still have your number.” She stands stock-still, all she can do not to buckle at the knees. Katya’s thumbnail scratches her skin lightly. “I’ll text you.”
Katya smiles wide. “Do that.”
She disengages, thumbnail coming out of Trixie’s skin. Trixie feels cold without her touch. Katya turns around and pats Adore’s head before walking away, disappearing through the restaurant doors. Trixie’s confused as to why Adore isn’t joining her.
Every car passing by is louder now, and every light down the street is brighter. Trixie rubs the bridge of her nose. She can’t believe she’s going through fucking withdrawals with this girl.
Adore blinks at Trixie a couple times, before all-out laughing their ass off. Trixie frowns.
“What?”
“Hey,” Adore manages, regaining their breath. They reach into their back pocket with a smile. “You are nervous.”
“Your observational skills are astounding.” Trixie deadpans, crossing her arms. She watches as they laugh at her again, like they did earlier tonight.
There appears to be a problem removing the baggie from their pocket. It’s caught on something, and they mutter out a slurry of curses. Trixie doesn’t offer to help. It’s the little things in life.
After the short struggle the plastic is freed, and Trixie’s first guess is right: weed.
Much to Trixie’s surprise, after they open the bag, Adore doesn’t start another search for a lighter. But rather, they extend the blunt towards her. Adore practically pushes it against Trixie’s nose.
“Take this.”
Trixie just stares, squinting into Adore’s hazy eyes; the red lines are vibrant in the whites, and Trixie is reminded of late nights in Pearl’s smoky bedroom. She sighs, then plucks the blunt out of Adore’s fingers.
“You know,” Trixie rolls it around in her own, inspecting it under the light of the streetlamp. “I’ll probably need this later.”
I Remember You Differently (Trixya) - Chapter 3 - goth
One more high school lesbian AU for the good people of this blog. It’s the end of senior year, prom season, and Trixie thought she was finally over her crush on Katya from freshman year drama class. She was wrong. Kim is over it before it even starts.
A/N: Lesbian drama at the local P.F. Chang’s. More mocking of Trixie by her friends. Trixie is once more the victim of Katya unexpectedly appearing. Again, not slow burn, but slow moving chapters. Everyone loves a big payoff.
“Tracy and Ketchup, sitting in a tree.”
No matter the setting, Trixie can’t escape being the subject of discussion. First Fame’s house, now dinner at the girls’s favorite Chinese restaurant. Any other day, she’d love being the center of attention. She ignores William’s sing-song, the accompanying giggles from Trannika, and lets her imagination run wild.
Everyone being in awe of how beautiful she is. Or gushing about her long blonde hair, how it always smells like peaches and strawberries. How it’s soft like silk. Or waxing poetic about her singing. Anything, really. She’s not picky.
Trixie doesn’t get to live that fantasy. No, everyone prefers talking about her love life. The lack there-of. She sinks her cheek into her palm, eyeing William with distaste. “Oh, this isn’t over? You’re not done?”
“S-c-i-s-o-r-i-n-g.”
Trannika swallows a wonton before speaking. “You misspelled scissoring, you dumb bitch.”
“Fuck,” William’s honking laugh serves as punctuation. “Well. I think you two are going to be cute together.”
A wave of nervousness rolls through Trixie. Cute together. They were cute together freshman year. Past tense. She considers not being as annoyed with the girls. Her friends providing constant reminders of Katya’s reemergence in her life is the reason why she’s not convinced things with Katya are all past tense.
Going to be. She has a future with Katya now. Immediately that rings with far too much finality, and Trixie blocks any daydream out before it can begin.
Yeah, if it weren’t for her friends, Trixie would block everything out completely. Forget it all until Katya’s on her doorstep with a corsage. Another daydream she has to repress.
Trixie sips on her water until she’s sucking on air. “Thanks. It’s just a prom date, we’re not together-together.”
Trannika offers sage wisdom in between bites. “Get on that fast.”
William nods, pointing aggressively at Trixie with her chopstick. “She means don’t take any fucking longer.”
“William, what are you—“ William silences Trixie with the chopstick, pressing it against Trixie’s bubblegum pink lips.
“Ketchup mixes with a lot of mustard.”
Trixie swats her away. She’d like to swat the entirety of William away. At least half of Trannika, as well. Maybe herself, while she’s at it. “Please stop.”
William points at her again. “I’m not joking! That goth bitch fucked all the lesbians on the softball team.”
Trannika yelps, and talks around a wonton in her cheek. “No way! The whole softball team?”
“Yes!” William sounds exasperated. Her usually lidded eyes widen, peering deep into Trixie’s. “Your girlfriend is like, the talk of the school. Do you know how hard it was? Not being able to say anything?”
Trixie rolls her eyes and starts chewing on a veggie egg roll.
William smacks the table between her words, for emphasis. “For four years? Because you’re so fucking oblivious?” William crosses her arms. “Or because you’re only at school for an hour, or whatever.”
Somehow, she makes this all about her. Not surprising. William relaxes, worrying Trixie for whatever she’s about to say. William smirking like she is… Never a good sign.
“I hear it’s big.”
Trixie chokes on her egg roll. Trannika claps her back three times before the coughing stops.
William waits, patient, until Trixie’s done sipping the glass of water Trannika handed her. “When Katya whips it out on prom night… If you don’t tell me exact length and girth, I’ll kill you.”
“I hate you. Stop talking.”
“I’ll strangle your pink juicy neck.” William encircles Trixie’s neck with her hands, swaying back and forth, tossing both of them around. Trixie laugh-screeches. Trannika aids and abets William, attempting to silence Trixie with a napkin over her mouth.
Kim’s shaking her head as she approaches their booth with her order. “Don’t kill Trixie before she finally goes on a date with Miss Queer of Freshman Year.”
William untangles herself from Trixie to clear space for Kim’s meal.
“I’ll never live this down.” Trixie speaks, monotonous, moving a spoon around her plate.
“You won’t.” Kim and William respond at the same time.
“Whoa, ominous.”
The girls all look up to see Courtney, William’s girlfriend, standing by their booth. She’s sipping on a soda. Ominous, says the girl whose tiny body appeared from nowhere, like fucking Glinda in the bubble.
Then again, William is one loud bitch. She could speak over the civil defense siren. Trixie glances between her and Courtney. “Oh naur.”
“Tracy, don’t be— Hey, is there a term for—“
Kim throws a fortune cookie wrapper at William’s face. “Just stop.”
William curses and gives Kim the finger. Courtney fidgets in place beside Trixie, who pretends she doesn’t notice. William does, and reaches over to flick Trixie’s arm. “Make room for my girlfriend.”
Trixie loves Courtney, but to be honest, she’s too fucking lazy right now to get up. Also, emotionally and physically exhausted. She just ate five egg rolls. She’s not moving her big ass one inch. “Is there room?”
William frowns. “No, because your big ass is taking up all the space.”
So. The cliché is true. Best friends do think alike. Unfortunate, to find out in this manner.
Trixie suddenly gains the motivation to get up. She throws her spoon down in defeat and passive aggressiveness. “Well, excuse the fuck out of me.” She scoffs when Courtney politely maneuvers around Trixie. William nuzzles her nose against Courtney’s cheek.
“Why am I friends with any of you dykes?” Trixie never means it. But she does ask that question, in that exact way, a lot. Mostly to herself.
Freshman year, she met Kim, Trannika, Shea, and Pearl. Through those girls, she met the rest of the gang. William, Courtney, Alyssa, Fame, Violet… Too many to name. As a sophomore, she thought she was so cool to have so many cool friends.
Now they all just bicker like old women, drink a lot, and probably do too many drugs. She loves them all, and life’s fun, but it’s going to get old one day.
Trixie waves half-hearted to Kim, who blows her a kiss, and Trixie stands in place before spotting Shea and Pearl.
P.F. Chang’s is one of few interesting places nearby that is also affordable for high school students. This fact is irrelevant to Fame. She could probably buy the damn franchise. Speaking of Fame, Trixie sees her and Violet sitting with Shea and Pearl, or rather, just with Pearl. Shea’s long legs stretch over her side of the plush booth seating.
Trixie walks the short distance across the hardwood floors to their table.
“Hey bitch.”
“Hey Shea. Girls.”
Fame gasps, pats the scarce space next to her, and scoots over for Trixie to sit there. It pushes her even closer against Pearl, who in turn pushes closer against Violet. None of them seem to mind. “Trixie, you look gorgeous.”
Trixie fluffs her hair. “Thanks Fame. I put on a wispy lash today.”
Fame laughs, looks to Shea for the go-ahead, Shea shrugs, and Fame wiggles closer. She speaks in a whisper. “Tell us about the girl.”
Trixie sighs, rapping her knuckles against the wood table. “You all know seem to more than I do.”
Pearl nods her assent. “I can tell you Katya’s favorite color.”
Trixie assumes she means to say black. Surely it is these days, but in freshman year Katya wore the same emerald green shawl everyday for two weeks. ‘It was my baba’s,’ Katya had said, bumping her shoulder. That spot of flesh was on fire for the rest of the day.
When Trixie expressed her sadness over Katya’s grandma passing, Katya howled for a solid five seconds. ‘She’s alive, I just stole it from her.’
Trixie wonders if she still wears that shawl, in the privacy of her room, where no one can see past her goth fantasy. She wonders if Katya still listens to the Russian pop songs she let Trixie hear through one earbud when they sat hip-to-hip backstage during rehearsals. She wonders if Katya’s hips are still bony.
She’s never been in Katya’s room. Maybe she will, one day.
“Hot pink. Obviously.” Violet finally speaks, looking up from her plate. She gestures with her chopstick, pointing to the booths Trixie moved past. “You also walked right by her.”
“What?” How many times is Trixie going to say that fucking word?
Pearl hums and adjusts the arms draped around Violet’s and Fame’s shoulders. “She and her very interesting gal pals frequent this place a lot.”
Trixie was thinking she was the nutcase when it comes to Katya. “Is everyone stalking her?”
“Katya’s kind of the gay icon of our school,” Shea interjects, correcting Trixie. “We can’t help being fascinated by her antics.”
All the girls mutter in agreement and Pearl continues. “We frequent this place a lot, too. Before we knew she did.” She tries to hold in a giggle. She fails. “Now we just come here more often.”
Fame’s face evolves from bemusement to disbelief. “How did you not know any this, Trixie?”
Violet supplies an answer before Trixie can respond. “She has a late-in and early-out. She’s not even at school for half a day.” Violet pauses, and smiles, eyeing Trixie up and down. “Trixie probably spends the rest of it masturbating to Dolly Parton in her room.”
“Leave Dolly out of that.” Trixie shakes her head. It takes all her self-control not to look where Violet gestured. “I walked right past her… Like, in what specific direction is she?”
Fame covers her mouth with her hand, speaking through a mouthful of rice. “When you turn around, she’s in the booth on your right.” She raises in her seat and cranes her neck forward, peering closer.
“The littlest one with her is smoking.”
“Should I go— Should I go talk to her?”
“Yes!” A chorus of shouts erupt. Trixie hunches over in her seat, nose against the table, and covers her head with her hands.
“Hey, guys? Could you, uh, be louder? Thanks.”
Trixie’s the only one with her head down. Violet watches in silent amusement, popping rice balls off Fame’s plate into her mouth. Pearl rolls her eyes. “We could’ve brought Alyssa.”
“Alyssa’s gonna get us kicked out of the restaurant on prom night.” Shea laughs after her own prediction. She’s not wrong. “I’ll wager ten dollars.”
Pearl snorts. “Fifteen dollars says she talks the staff out of it.”
Shea counters. “Twenty says Kim Chi stabs her with a spoon regardless.”
Pearl extends her hand to Shea who takes it. “Shake on it, bitch.”
Trixie straightens up, and sets her hands on-top the gambling pair’s, lowering them all to the table. “Cool. Now that you settled that, let’s get back to me.”
Shea turns in her seat to face Trixie head-on. She easily frees herself from Trixie’s lackluster grip. Shea’s in serious, ’Bitch I’ll cut you’ mode.
Her voice gains a matching edge. “Trixie, it’s not fucking rocket science. Walk over and say, ‘Hey, Katya. I’m sitting with my friends over there. I know you’re sitting with your own, but they really want to meet you.’”
“‘Let’s fuck in the women’s bathroom.’” Pearl adds on.
“I’m just gonna over there before what Pearl said fully registers.”
…….
Trixie repeats Shea’s advice in her head like a mantra with every step towards Katya’s booth. She avoids Pearl’s advice like the plague. Nothing is sexy about the plague. Nothing is sexy about taking Katya into the bathroom at fucking P.F. Chang’s and rubbing against her hard-on on-top the bathroom counter.
Nothing sexy about that at all. The crow masks the doctors wore during the plague were cool though.
She lost where she was supposed to be going with this.
Katya must be able to hear Trixie’s thudding heartbeat, because she looks up from her fortune cookie before Trixie is at the table. Katya beams, and gives her a small wave.
It’s not rocket science.
Trixie’s brain short-circuits. All she can utter once she’s beside the table is, “Hi.” Fuck.
Katya’s lips purse, like she’s holding in a laugh. Trixie can’t decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Katya looks adorable doing it. “Hi.” Katya says back.
Is she mocking her or flirting with her? Both? Neither? It’s just a fucking two-letter greeting. Trixie’s already overwhelmed.
Katya stares up at her, a smile spreading slowly. She tilts her head to the side, back towards the others at her booth. A sort-of gesture. Again, she’s so adorable — a sharp contrast against the sharpness of her jaw. The angular cut of her face is painfully visible in the harsh restaurant lighting.
Trixie’s hands wring behind her back.
“This is Trixie.” Katya smiles even wider around the two syllables of her name. Trixie is breathless. “The girl I was telling you guys about.” Katya looks up at her through her lashes. Trixie’s stomach flips. “She’s taking me to prom.”
One of Katya’s friends scoots forward in their seat. Their squinting eyes blatantly examine Trixie. and they speak with a cadence like Meryl Streep. “You’ve made our girl a conformist.” Despite the choice of words, it’s said with a warmth Trixie wasn’t expecting. Protectiveness. Trixie feels like she’s intruding.
She feels five years old. She feels uncool.
“Trixie, they who spoketh is Jinkx.” Katya’s head turns away, looking back over her shoulder, as she jabs her finger in the respective spaces of her friends. “Alaska, Ginger, Laganja, Tammie.”
Everyone appears college age, save the person yet to be named. They look like they could be in a class with Farrah. Oh, Jesus Christ. For their sake, Trixie hopes not. “Finally, we have Adore. They’re the baby.”
Jinkx speaks up again. “Katya’s the first of us to go to a promenade.”
Promenade. Trixie snorts. Jinkx does humming-tutting laugh. It’s more appropriate for a jazz age singer. Not a college student. Trixie kind-of loves it.
Of course these people would be Katya’s friends.
Something’s familiar about them. Maybe they were the seniors picking Katya up from rehearsals and school plays. The older kids who honked the car horn ten times before Katya heard them. She was always entertaining Trixie, reenacting humorous scenes from that night’s performance.
Trixie never interrupted her to mention the car horns.
Jealousy colored Trixie pink, as she would watch Katya run away and hop into the various cars belonging to her friends. Trixie wasn’t only envious of hanging out with seniors as a freshman, but of the seniors hanging out with Katya. She craved being with Katya so badly those days.
Everytime the end of class bell rang, everytime the curtain fell, was like a bullet in her back.
Trixie’s mind moves forward to present day, forcing the old pains out. She ruminates on what her own friends said about Katya. Talk of the school. Katya doesn’t even know. She doesn’t even care. She never has. It fills Trixie with pride.
She can hardly express that, though. Trixie runs a hand through her hair. “Cool.”
Jinkx leans back and nods at Alaska. “She’s a talker.”
Alaska does a once-over of Trixie. “She’s nervous.” Alaska counters, playing with her straw. She laughs, and is joined in by the rest of Katya’s friends.
Trixie can take the heat, but in the recess of her thoughts, she no longer wishes to be alive.
Katya clears her throat harshly. Her friends go silent.
Trixie’s nerves morph into confusion, looking on in stunned silence. Katya glowers at her friends while collecting her things. She shoves her phone into her jeans and folds a fortune slip into her jacket pocket. The action, precise and yet pissed off, would have made Trixie giggle, if Katya’s jaw wasn’t clenched tight.
Every movement Katya makes speaks anger she expresses without words. Trixie is unable to decipher the language, but Katya’s friends have no problem.
Trixie’s never seen this side of her. It’s thrilling, actually.
Katya’s stands up. She smells like cologne and peppermint gum. Trixie drinks in the combined scent, and wills her eyes open while Katya’s are peering into them. A hand sets against the small of Trixie’s back, just barely, ghosting over the thin fabric of her dress, and Trixie’s skin buzzes.
In all honesty… She’s been wet since her eyes traced the line of Katya’s jaw. At this point, she’s a lost cause.
Katya leans in close. “You wanna talk outside?”
Trixie swallows. She feels déjà vécu and vertigo all at once.
“Yeah.”