I want to hold and kiss her
Give her my love
Make her believe
'Cause she doesn't know

Trixie's POV

It was our first Christmas without daddy, which I can say depressed me in a superhuman way because mom had behaved differently the last months with us, and I didn't feel so comfortable being with her.

"Sweetie, can you pass me the honey, please?" my mom asked while we were having breakfast. I just nodded before I passed it on, and I kept eating "Are you ready for tonight's party?,"

Every year mom used to plan a stupid party to celebrate Christmas.

She invited a lot of persons from the boutique and different designers. Dad made it a little bearable, but without him being here, Sam and I would go crazy.

"Uh, yeah, I guess..." Sam replied without interest.

"Beatrice, Jessie is coming tonight?"

Her question startled me and Sam looked at me with her eyes wide open in surprise gesturing a "she doesn't know?,"

"Uh, mom," I rambled nervously before sighing heavily and releasing the news that would drive her crazy "Jessie and I are not dating anymore,"

Her face turned pale, making the moron of Sam's drop a laugh.

"What?! Why?!" she asked angrily.

"Mom, Jessie is a jerk and if I didn't tell you before it was because of this, I knew you would be able of defend him before me who am your daughter," I exclaimed angrily.

"That's not true! But you could try it again, maybe if you invite him tonight..."

"No, don't even think about it," I interrupted her before she could finish saying her bullshit "Jessie and I are not, and will not be anything, it will never pass!"

"What's wrong with you, Beatrice? Are you crazy? Jessie was the perfect guy!" she yelled exasperated at me, making both of us startle.

"He's not perfect, he's a fucking asshole!" I screamed so furiously that I shocked Sam and the girls who were decorating the house turned to see me "Understand it, Jessie never loved me, and I'll never love him," I said, before going up and locking myself in my room.

I let go a thousand tears of frustration. Frustration because of the dumb fight in Christmas, frustration because dad wasn't here, because Katya wasn't here either, but mostly because Jessie still had the minimum power to spoil my days and I hated so much to let him do it.

I decided to call the only person who makes me happy at my sad moments but instead, I only found her answer machine.

"Hi, it's Katya, for the moment I can't speak but leave your message, if I care I'll call you back, and if you're my moon... Well, I love you,"

My eyes filled with tears again, although this time they were of joy, only she could do this. But my little private moment was interrupted by a clumsy Sam coming in without knocking at my door.

"Are you okay, Tracy? Please don't cry, you know how mom gets too unbearable sometimes," she said, rambling.

"Listen to this," I answered with a smile as I called Katya, where I could hear her answer machine again.

"She's so ridiculous," Sam joked, making me laugh.

"Shut up!"

"You know I'm right," she laughed with me as she dried my tears "You are better now?"

"I think so," I sighed heavily "It's just that I don't want to hear about that idiot anymore, I want a carefree Christmas,"

"Why did you wait so long to tell mom?" she asked confused, with the innocent tone that constantly characterized her.

"Maybe... Maybe I'm afraid,"

"Oh..." she said "Okay, we don't have to talk about this now, in other time would be amazing, maybe we could get ourselves ready and finish to wrap our gifts, you know, spend a sisters afternoon before mom's stupid party," she suggested with a doubtful smile.

"Sure, I'd love to spend the day with my favorite headache," I joked as she pretended to be offended "I can make you that cute braid, I bet Aquaria will love it,"

"Fine," she accepted with a smile.

And so it was, we spent a sisters afternoon, we painted our nails to the rhythm of Indina Menzel's songs that we loved so much. We wrapped our gifts with joy, just as when we were children and waited for ours under the Christmas tree when everything used to be normal.

***

"Which one do I wear? The red or the green?" she asked with concern as she lifted both of her dresses.

"The red one, definitely," I assured as I finished drying my hair.

"You're right," she said, smiling at me "Can you do my makeup?" she asked with the same puppy eyes with which always convinced me to give her my dessert.

"Sure, come here silly," I replied as I indicate her to sit on the bed "I'll use dark eye-shadows that will look beautiful with your eyes... Yours have always been prettier than mine," she only gave me a little smile before shrugging her shoulders.

"I miss daddy," she said with a melancholy voice.

"Yeah, me too," I bit my lower lip before talking again "Do you remember that time when you asked for a Barbie like mine?"

"And he brought me a board game because he read it wrong?" she remembered. laughing "Or the time when I asked for a super violent video game, and he brought me a Mario kart?" we laughed again "I guess we can't complain, we have the best dad,"

I sighed heavily before saying:

"Sam, dad knows about Katya,"

"What?" she asked, screaming, "How?"

"I don't know, it just happened,"

"Did you tell him?" she asked, surprised.

"What? No!"

"And? How did he take the fact that his firstborn is a dyke with a goth biker as a girlfriend?" she mocked me while my phone rang.

"It's my goth biker," I answered with a smile "Hi beautiful,"

"Hi princess, how are you?"

"Missing you, as always," I looked at Sam who made a gesture as if she were going to throw up, getting a kick from me that ended up throwing her out of bed.

"What was that?" She asked curiously.

"The asshole of Sam,"

"Oh, Aquaria is also unbearable, they belong together," she replied, grinning "But changing the topic, I want to see you baby, my gift will be the best,"

"I doubt it very much, mine will be the best,"

It sounds as something fell in the background.

"I have to go princess, Courtney fell trying to put the star in the tree,"

"Fine, I love you,"

"I love you more,"

"I don't think so I do it even more,"

"Enough of lies Trixie, I'm pretty sure that I love you even more,"

I only heard Courtney's Australian accent voice insulting Katya to lift her.

"I think you have problems over there, Russian, I'll let you win this time,"

"I'm so into you," she said before hanging up and leaving me with a stupid smile on my face.

"Come on Beatrice, finish my makeup so you can drool as much as you want afterward," Sam joked, making me blush.

After a long afternoon of getting ready, between makeup and hairbrushes, we ended up looking incredible; I mean, we were sisters after all.

She wore a pretty dress in a red tone with the braid I had promised her, and tall shoes, not to show off, but my sister looked beautiful. For my part, I was wearing an elegant white blouse with a back neckline and an unusual skirt that somehow made it look decent.

"Not bad," Sam said, looking at me fixing my hair for the tenth time "Katya's gonna have an orgasm of just seeing you,"

"Samantha!" I screamed, making her laugh like a maniac.

"And you will also get one when you see her,"

I was about to answer when someone knocked on my door. We looked at each other, but finally, we ended opening the door, meeting with my mom, who was wearing an elegant purple dress with her hair tied up. She looked so pretty.

"Uh, we went down in a second," I said without looking at her eyes.

"Sam, honey, could you give us a moment?"

"Sure," she replied to take my hand and give it a slight squeeze.

Sam came out, leaving out an atmosphere of tension that could easily be cut with a knife.

"Beatrice, I'm sorry about what happened at breakfast, it's okay if your relationship with Jessie it's over, I cand understand it, it's just that I was very excited to see you with a young man as educated as him," I wanted to let out an ironic laugh, but I contained myself.

"Okay, I guess I understand," I didn't do it, but I was too tired to arguing again.

"Come here doll," she said, stretching out her arms where for a second I felt her warmth as when I was five "You look so beautiful tonight, who knows, maybe you can find your prince charming at dinner,"

And as always, she ruined it.

"I doubt it, but I'm going to look for Sam, we'll be together all night," I said, roughly separating from her to go in search of my sister.

We went down holding hands, and looking at all the guests. Nothing out of the ordinary, elegant ladies with their families, the boys of our age saw us drooling, and the girls did it with envy making me repress a laugh, if only they knew.

"I smell cookies," Sam said excitingly, dragging me to where the sweets and snacks were "I love these ones, we need some milk," she replied to herself by taking me to the kitchen with the whole plate.

"This is so boring,"

"You don't need to say it," she said, taking out two glasses and a carton of milk "That fool with red suit can't stop seeing you,"

"Me? Are you crazy? He was looking at you!"

"I doubt it very much..." we were interrupted by a different fool.

"Oh, hi girls, I saw you, and I couldn't help but follow you," he saw me from head to toes "You're Trixie, right?"

I turned to Sam's direction, and the jerk let out a laugh, but she quickly recovered.

"I'm sorry, my sister is blind and she doesn't like to spend time with strangers very much, I would be very grateful if you could say it to the others," she said in the most dramatic voice possible.

"Oh, I... I'm so sorry; I'm really sorry you can't see how gorgeous you look tonight," he replied, taking my hand and kissing her.

He left without expecting an answer from me, and soon as he left, we started laughing like a pair of crazy.

The night passed so fucking slowly. We had no intention of leaving the kitchen, and we almost finished the plate of cookies when mom forced us to leave, although not much happen either, we sit in the couch looking at the dresses of the other guests and inventing stupid ways to reject the boys who spoke to us. It was almost time for Katya to come for us, they had a little dinner planned at Sharon's house, and I couldn't wait to kiss her anymore.

We waited for the toast that mom gave every year, and when it just finished we went up with the excuse that Sam didn't feel great, I don't think she swallowed it at all but preferred a thousand times before have to see our disgusted faces for the rest of the night. We entered to my room when someone took me by surprise by pushing me tight by the waist, but I went faster and hit him on the stomach to free me.

"Shit, Trixie!" screamed the girl that I could recognize as Katya.

"Oh my god, Kats! Don't do that; I thought you were a pervert!" I exclaimed with concern as Sam burst in tears of laughter, "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, I'm glad my girl knows how to defend herself," she said "By the way, you're so pretty tonight, you look like a dream come true Beatrice,"

"Don't call me Beatrice," I threatened as I wrapped my arms around her neck, and she caressed my naked back.

"Or what?" she asked with a smirk.

"Or I'll kiss you so hard that your lips gonna hurt," I whispered, kissing the corner of her lips.

"I'd like to see you try,"

"Hey, I remind you that you're not alone," Sam said with disgust.

"What a shame," I replied, parting with a pout on my lips.

"Wait, you can try it later, it wouldn't bother me at all," I smiled to take my coat and the little box where her gift was.

"I'm gonna think about it, but now we need to leave,"

Katya helped us down in the back of Sam's room. We went to Sharon's car while we were listening to modern Christmas songs that the blonde hated, but she only left them to hear me sing.

When I got to the house, everything was perfectly decorated, and there was a warm atmosphere that was missing in my home for a couple of years ago. They were all wearing Christmas sweaters, and they looked happy to see us coming.

"Tracy, merry Christmas!" the tall blonde screaming, running at my arms.

"Merry Christmas to you, baby," I smiled when I saw she didn't want to let me go.

I said merry Christmas to everyone before we sat down to eat the food and I must say it was the most delicious dinner ever, I knew that if I married Katya, at least I wouldn't die starving. We joked in the room for a long time until they wanted to open the gifts.

"Hey, no, wait, I want a photo of us before the gifts, Trixie, would you accompany me for my camera?" Katya asked with a nervous smile.

"Oh yeah, come on," I said a little bit insecure.

The girls weren't very subtle, and I knew immediately that Katya had something in mind because the way at her and Sharon looked at each other wasn't normal, I could even hear Aquaria wish her good luck while they all touched her. I couldn't distrust her; it's not like she's going to kill me after all.

We entered to the room, and I couldn't help but ask her what she was planning.

"Okay, will you want to explain to me what happens?" I asked funnily.

"I wanted to give you my gift in private," I opened my eyes immediately, making her laugh "No silly, but it wouldn't bother me,"

"Oh! Can I give you mine first?" I asked excited while she sat down and nodded with a smile, "Well, here you are," I said, handing her the little box that contained her gift.

She opened it with a smile on her face that only got bigger when she realized it was a necklace quite similar to mine but in gold and with a little sun on it. This had to be her gift; there was no more.

"Do you like it?" I asked, a little nervous.

"Trixie, I love it," she said, kissing me gently.

"I love you, sole mio," I replied when we parted and then helped her to put it on "You look so beautiful,"

She blushed slightly before getting up and indicating that it was my turn. I closed my eyes in the most childish way until she told me I could open them, and I found two gifts badly wrapped in newspaper.

"I'm sorry princess, I've always been terrible to wrap," she apologized with her blushed cheeks.

"Two gifts?!" I asked angrily.

"There are actually three, but we'll start with this one," she said, giving me the first one.

Before I could open it, I noticed that Katya had started filming with a home camcorder, so I just laughed and shook my head. I opened it up a little anxiously to realize that it was the vinyl with our song included.

"Knowing my fate is to be with you," I sang to send a kiss to the camera.

"And?"

"You're so cheesy; I love it!"

She only laughed to give me the second gift.

"Don't make fun of me, I tried it," she said, sounding like a little child, which just made me want to open it even more.

It was a sketchbook with photos, but there weren't pictures only of us (which they were my favorites), there were also photos where I was with the others, with Lasky, Sharon, Blair, the twins and even with Abby and Patricia. But it wasn't all, because of course, the things with Yekaterina Zamolodchikova were never simple, there were also designs and little messages, but there were others with deep things. My heart was filled with joy and my eyes with tears with every page that went by. Didn't she get tired of being so adorable with me?

"I love it," I whispered without stop looking at it.

"Can you speak louder for the camera Miss Mattel? I can't hear you," she said, smiling.

"Do you want to leave that thing and come to kiss me?" I demanded, drying my own tears and then being replaced by Katya, who was doing it sweetly, "It's not fair that you are always too sweet to me," I said, unable to stop crying.

"No, it's totally fair, because you're a princess, and you don't deserve to be treated as less," she replied, by kissing both of my cheeks wet for crying. She was smiling calmly while she was kneeling between my legs.

"I love you so much, my sunshine,"

she only sighed, letting go of a chuckle, and then she takes out a pink flower.

"Beatrice, you don't know how much I love you, and I really meant it," she stares at me in the eyes while she caressed me with one hand and with the holds the flower with the other "They always talk to you about love and all that shit you may be able to do for it, but they never warn you how true it is, never warn you about how a seventeen-year-old blonde girl came into your life to turn it upside down and how a smile or a kiss of her could eliminate all your problems. How you would become the most important thing about me, and I would do whatever it takes so no one will ever hurt you, even if that means putting you before myself,"

I couldn't stop crying; she had crossed the line from being adorable to being perfect.

"Princess, I know it's a little late to ask you this question, and you're probably going to say yes, but it doesn't matter, I'm gonna do it because you've turned me into a romantic moron like in the silly movies you like," she said, making me laugh between tears "Trixie Mattel, would you like to be my girlfriend?" she asked, extending the flower.

I was static.

It's not as if I didn't expect it because, honestly, she took her time to ask it, and I, being miss insecurity didn't dare to do it, but god, my girlfriend was so perfect.

"Yes!" I screamed, holding her tight, and smashing our lips in a long kiss, "Yes, yes, yes and a thousand times yes," I said, kissing her in the middle of every yes.

"Yes? Are you sure?" she joked, making me laugh.

"Oh my god, yes Katya, I love you too much, and I can't think in a speech as beautiful as the one you said, so I'll say it again... I love you so much Yekaterina, and I would say yes over and over,"

"Best Christmas ever," she whispered, kissing my cheek again and again.

"You don't need to say it," I said, wiping my tears that kept coming "We should come downstairs... Girlfriend," I suggested giggling.

"Yeah, but a few more minutes will not hurt anyone," she replied smiling "Say it again,"

"Girlfriend, my girlfriend,"

We kissed for a long time until we heard some screams coming from downstairs, we parted to go back with the girls, and I was greeted by an excited Sam and a Lasky who hugged me until she took the air out of me.

We celebrated a little longer around the tree, and while they gave each other gifts and cards, I couldn't help but kiss and hug the girl I could officially call my girlfriend. That beautiful Russian woman who could now boast of being mine and only mine.

I didn't need another Christmas present.

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