[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLmUwMGIxZi5RbUZrSUVOdmJYQmhibmssLjAA/limelight.regular.png[/img][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLmZmZmZmZi5MdywsLjAA/limelight.regular.png[/img][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LjNkYzRlNi5SMjl2WkNCTmIzSmhiSE0sLjAA/jmh-holy-bible.regular.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/h6ULRPg.jpg[/img] [color=slategray][sub][@Silver Carrot] [@Lovely Complex] collab Featuring: [color=fef929][b]Charity Spencer[/b][/color] and [color=15603a][b]Trixie Kingsley[/b][/color] Location: Art Corridor. Time: 12:55 pm Mentions: [color=997fdb][b]Marshall Radley[/b][/color] ([@Silent Observer])[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr] During lunch, Charity had been asking round, enquiring into whether anybody had seen Trixie. Most people she had asked hadn’t. From a few seniors, however, she had learned that she had left the school with Marshall, and two other girl that nobody recognised. Why, on all days, did she have to leave school today?! Relax. Just, relax. Charity considered the turn of events. Perhaps this was God’s plan, in some way. A message of some kind. But, then what did it mean? Should Charity hold off on asking Trixie? Find and talk to Savannah first? Charity always found that rather than trying to fight fate, it was a far more Christian act to obey it, and for that, she had to forget all about God’s plan and do what comes naturally, which in her case was to phone Trixie, wherever she was. Charity had a promise to keep. --- Taking a break from spa day, Trixie and Marshall had left Sunset Castle, exiting through the back patio, and strolling to the Locke estate, only minutes away. They found themselves around 12:50 pm in Trixie’s bed, still with bathrobes on, snuggling four dogs, Auntie Julie’s three pomeranians (Tootsie, Goldie, & Sugar) and Trixie’s big boy husky, [url=https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GZMe6Tgpecs/VQCm0rVMXYI/AAAAAAAAyG4/6W_CcQ8JwEQ/s1600/ScreenShot3620.jpg]Atlas[/url], while [i]Moulin Rouge![/i] was playing on the TV and there was Chinese take out on the surrounding tables. Yes, a cheat lunch. Marshall had dozed off, all three pom-poms around him. Goldie was in his embrace, as he laid on his left side, facing Trixie’s desk and window. Tootsie’s butt was against the back of his head as she curled up on the cloud that was Trixie’s pillow. While Sugar was on top of his feet, keeping them warm. Trixie, on the other hand, was sitting up on her bed, with Atlas resting on her lap. She gently stroked him in silence, his eyes were closed and his breathing was light. He too was sleeping. With her free hand, she scrolled through her phone’s gallery, looking at pictures of her ex. Owen was truly handsome. No matter the shade his eyes were, they’d still be beautiful to her. His eyes contrasted his Incredible Hulk exterior. They were gentle and honest. The person that Owen is, was, and always will be, is what makes her want him. To feel his touch on her curves and body. His kisses claiming her all over. Those eyes, those beautiful eyes, on her as he whispers sweet nothings to her. His soul was brighter than people cared to notice. She noticed. And yet... Her smile turned into a frown. [color=15603A][b]“I made people believe you were something that I know isn’t you… I know that boy isn’t you…. I know you…”[/b][/color] Beatrix whispered to herself. The alcohol was getting her to feel things. Pure, unrestrained emotions, leaking out of her kind of things. Closing her eyes, she swallowed the building sadness in her and took a deep breath in. Exhaling out, she decided she didn’t want to cry. Not right now. She was tired of crying. She wanted to be happy. Opening her eyes steadily, she noticed Atlas was staring at her, no longer asleep. Those gorgeous heterochromia eyes that stared into her soul and knew when he needed to comfort her. He brushed his nose against her stomach, causing her to give him a weak simper. Arching her body downward so that she could get closer to her husky, Trixie placed her head on her dog’s forehead, having a moment with her lifeline. Her everything once she lost Owen. Her dog. The moment was ruined with the sudden ringing of her phone. With widened eyes, she quickly silenced it, alert and fully attentive to her surroundings now. Hoping the sound didn’t wake Marshall up, Trixie turned her head to look at her soundless friend. After giving a sigh of relief when he didn’t budge, Marshall was out cold, the latina scanned the name on her phone and raised an eyebrow at the sight. Charity? From club? Man, what a buzzkill. She didn’t want to talk about school. Grumbling to herself, Trixie contemplated if she should pick up or just ignore and send Charity to her voicemail. [i]Another grumble[/i]. Deciding the former would leave a better impression and make her not seem like an insensitive twat, Trixie gently nudged Atlas off of her, got up from her sitting position, and tiptoed out of the room to briefly talk on the phone. She didn’t want to risk waking Marshall up. He deserved some sleep. Finally, she picked up. [color=15603A][b]“Hello?”[/b][/color] Trixie kept it simple and short, like she didn’t just spend a few seconds deciding whether or not she should pick up. [color=fef929][i]”Hello, Trixie. It’s Charity here. Listen, where are you right now? Am I calling at a bad time, or can you talk?”[/i][/color] Leaning against the outside of her bedroom door, Trixie raised an eyebrow. Charity’s tone made this call seem rather urgent. Hopefully it was. [color=15603A][b]“Nah, you’re good, Charity, What’s up? Or would you rather talk about this in person?”[/b][/color] Trixie considered her options. Depending on the importance of the matter, maybe it would be better to talk it over while getting mani-pedis, as well as her hair and makeup done, for tonight’s party. When was the last time little miss church girl treated herself in the form of washing her hair with divine product, cleansing her pores with blessed face wash, rather than her soul in the tears of Jesus, and taking care of her appetite of desire, instead of her need for faith? Probably never. This could be Trixie’s [i]charitable[/i] work of the day — being the Fairy Godmother for Charity Spencer, for one night, showing her a world outside of the good book. Ending up answering the questions for Charity in her head, Trixie interjected before the girl could speak, [color=15603A][b]“Forget what I had asked. Yes, we’ll talk about whatever in person. I’m sure what you have to tell me involves something [i]stressful[/i] and something [i]school related[/i]. Both things [i]I don’t[/i] want to hear about right now!”[/b][/color] She put a strong emphasis on ‘I don’t’ to get her point across. Today was a ‘me’ day, don’t ruin that for her, Charity. [color=15603A][b]“After school, head to the Sunset Hair Salon & Spa. It also goes by the Sunset Castle on google maps. The sooner you get here, the better. Then, and only then, will we talk about whatever you want. Understood?”[/b][/color] This was more of a decree than a request. If Charity wanted answers, she would have to go out of her way to get them. The life of journalism: you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours. It was clear that Trixie was resolute on her decision. Before they would end their call, Trixie probably should attempt to tell Charity she was going to drag her to the party… or she could surprise her when she was here, giving her less of a choice and free will. If she prepared her on the phone, there was a chance for Charity to decline her. [i]Hm, decisions. Decisions.[/i] To be a good person and prepare the church girl? Or to throw her to the wolves, in this case Stella and Luna, and see where that goes? She’d be lying if she didn’t think the latter felt more exciting. More fun. Worst case, she could say this would be good for Charity’s image at the school. Coming to the party with Trixie & Marshall. The hottest not-couple that Beverly Hills’ High had to offer. What a sight that would be. Extra brownie points for the preppy, pious, and pretty zealot that prolonged the life of the school newspaper, covering up the bad with the seemingly good. [i]Hm, decisions. Decisions.[/i] There was a pause on the other line. Charity would, of course, much rather talk about this in person, and wasn’t in any rush. The only person she was worrying about disappointing with a delayed story was Trixie herself, who could hardly complain in this case. The decision to meet up after school was a good one. But why a spa? Well, likely in preparation for the party. But why the spa during school hours? It was probably connected to why she was snappy with Charity. Something was stressing her, and she wanted to avoid school topics. She didn’t hold much hope for fulfilling her promise with Henry. Then again, she never had. [color=fef929][i]”That’s actually perfect,”[/i][/color] was Charity’s reply. [color=fef929][i]”I’d also rather speak in person. I’ll be there straight after school. See you there!”[/i][/color] Charity hung up, having no idea that she had denied Trixie the chance to tell Charity about her plans for the evangelical sophomore. Lunch was over at this point, and her next class was Art. Great...She was terrible at art. She never really understood why. Even though Miriam was so good at it, Charity just had no eye for creative expression. What she did have was the ability to write a good story, and one way or another, she was writing this one.