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>"Why does every girl in school have a boyfriend except for Trixie?! The boys should be fighting over the honor of courting The Great Trixie!"
>Raising her hands in the air with an annoyed look on her face, she stares at the ceiling as you try to begin tackling your lunch
>It hasn’t even been a single damn minute yet!
>Sighing, you bring a spoon of ‘cheesy noodle’ slop to your mouth and hork it down
>”The Beautiful and Illustrious Trixie will never understand why-”
“How about you ask a dude out?”
>Stopping in the middle of her tirade, she eyes you with pure shock and awe
>Aw shit, what hornet’s nest did you poke-
>”The PATIENT and WOMANLY TRIXIE will NOT perform a MAN’S DUTY!”
>In a split second, you feel everyone’s attention bearing down on the both of you
>With a big ‘harumph,’ she crosses her arms and looks away from you
>Instead of speaking another word knowing the inevitable shitstorm that will happen, you decide to sample some of the cafeteria’s pudding
>notbadpuddin.pop
>Several minutes pass without interruption, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t scared
>Maybe you’ve made a mistake?
>What if she’s just building up more and more of her ‘charm’ in her bottle, and instead of letting it leak out onto you, it’s just gonna explode?
>You really, really hope no one’s gonna die from a random shard of glass when she bursts
>”Anon…”
>This can’t possibly be good…
>”Why. Haven’t.”
>The sound of her nails scraping the table invades your head
>”You. Said.”
>With a flourish of her hand, she quits scraping the table and instead rests it upon your own hand
>”Anything?”
>Don’t look at her
>She can sense your fear through your soul!
>”Answer me Anon…”
>dontdoitdontdoitdontdoit
>Leaning in close, her hot breath gently licks your ear
>”You’re never this shy Anon. What’s wrong?”
>Pulling away, she faces you with a devilish smirk
>”Are you afraid to ask The Charming and Amazing Trixie out?”
“I’m not interested Trixie.”
>Slowly, you watch in horror as her face contorts from enjoyment to malice
>You screwed the pooch on this one, huh?

>Somehow, you can feel her fury gradually build higher and higher, radiating off of her in waves
>And then… it stops?
>With a sniffle, she stands up from her seat
>”Ok Anon. I-Trixie understands she’s ugly and unwanted.”
>Instead of bolting from the cafeteria, she casually waltzes across the room and reaches the set of double doors
>Before leaving, she turns back to reveal her water eyes and a couple teardrops streaming down her cheeks
>When she’s gone, all eyes are on you
>”What the fuck, Anon?”
>Great, not only were you thought of as some weirdo, now you’re a monster too
>Whatever, you need to take a piss now anyways
>Getting up, you throw away the contents of your tray and set out on your journey for the men’s restroom
>Finishing up at the urinal, you hear a set of footsteps out in the hall
>Not unusual, even though the bell hasn’t run yet
>Washing your hands, you catch a look at yourself in the mirror
>Although you’re looking spiffy with your suit and tie, you run a hand across the stubble present on your face
>Yep, shoulda shaved
>But hey, as a consolation prize you smell nice
>Fully relieved and squeaky clean, you exit the bathroom and-
>”Hey Anon! Can we talk?”
>Dressed as a hipster, she leans half her body on a wall of lockers
>It’s none other than the Commie Princess herself
“H-Hey Glimmy,” you say, your heart skipping a beat, “how are ya?”
>Gazing into her faded blue eyes, you feel your knees grow weak
>”Not great, actually. What’s wrong with Trixie?”
>Ah shit…
>You forgot those two are best friends

“I don’t know,” you flatly state, shrugging your shoulders, “one moment she’s complaining about not having a boyfriend, then she starts leaning into me asking if I’m ‘afraid’ of asking her out. I tell her I’m not interested and she vanishes.”
>Groaning, she covers her eyes with a palm and drags it down to stare at you
>”You know she only complains about not having a boyfriend around you, right?”
“Really? It sure doesn’t feel-”
>”And you know how she’s always ‘touchy feely’ with you, right?”
>Scratching the back of your head, you hold your other hand up in the air
“I mean, I guess?”
>”Anon, do I really have to spell it out for you?”
“Spell what out?”
>Staring at you for a couple seconds, she shakes her head and lightly punches you in the chest
>”She likes you ya numbskull!”
>Dumbfounded, you continue standing, unmoving and stunned
“I’m not sure you’re right, Star.”
>Pinching the bridge of her nose briefly, she glares at you before something changes in her eye
>Suddenly, a soft smile manifests itself as she cups your cheek with her s-soft hand?
>”I know you like me Anon.”
>Rubbing her palm on your chest, her eyes turn half-lidded
>”And you know what? I like you too.”
>Is it getting hot in here?
>Sweat builds at the back of your neck, and yet you refuse the urge to fan your dress shirt
“Heha, yeah! Ummm, what were we talking about? Trixie and-”
>Roughly pulling you closer, your chests mash into one another as her eyes pierce into yours
>”I want you Anon,” she leans in closer, her warm breath beating upon your lips, “but only if you date Trixie.”
“No,” you instinctively blurt out, “I don’t want Trixie, I want you.”
>”Anon just-URRRR!”

>Pulling away, you bear witness to her arms shaking
>”Why not!?”
“I just don’t like Trixie, ok?”
>Calming down, she sighs and cocks her head to the side
>”If you really want me, you’ll date Trixie too. We’re a packaged deal.”
>In moments, your mouth dries up as she walks away from you
>Sure, you really like Starlight
>She’s funny, smart, cute…
>And the way she smiles, her dimples-
>Snapping yourself back to the real world, you focus on what’s important
>But Trixie’s annoying, brash and grating!
>Not to mention that TWO WOMEN is haram, no siree
>But Starlight…
>But Trixie!
>But Starlight…
>Contemplating your life choices and already regretting your future decisions, the bell rings
>As the students of Canterlot High pour through the halls, a single thought rings inside your mind
>You’re going to hell, aren’t you?

>Deciding not to bang your head on the lockers, you continue the rest of the day dreading the act that you’ll perform
>The final bell rings, and instead of heading straight home, you begin the walk of shame towards the auditorium
>As you grow closer to the large doors, your strangely met with no booming sounds
>When you peer inside, not a soul is found delivering a spectacular display of magic
>Welp, you can’t find her, mission’s a failure
>Swiftly spinning on the balls of your feet, you stride towards the nearest exit, but stop when you see the magnificent magician banging on a vending machine
>”The Careful and Frugal Trixie demands that you drop her crackers!”
>You’ll admit, when she has her little hat on, she can be a little cute
>Walking closer, she remains unaware of your presence and continues harassing the poor machinery
>”Trixie will not give another cent until she’s given what she deserves!”
>Taking off her hat, she reaches deep inside and pulls OUT A SLEDGEHAMMER?
>Hoisting the heavy tool and resting it on her shoulder, she’s primed and ready to acquire her goodies
“Woah, hey Trix!”
>As she raises the sledge, her head snaps towards you and instantaneously the metal head sits on the floor as she rests her arms lackadaisically on the handle
>”The Responsible and Civic-Minded Trixie was most certainly not going to destroy public property!”
>Her eyes open wide in realization at who you are
>Turning her head to the side, she closes her eyes
“Listen Trixie-”
>”Strange how the wind speaks Trixie’s name.”
>Nope, you’re not dealing with this shit
>Sharply breathing through your nose, you step past her and survey the vending display

>Dangling off the end of a ring is a small snack of peanut butter crackers
>Imagining the chances of such a thing happening, you manage to find a bit whilst searching your pockets
>When you insert the bit into the slot and select B3, both the dangling packet and an additional one fall down the chute
>Taking that as a sign of good luck, you rummage through the slot and snatch the tribute
>Standing in front of her with both sets of goodies, you gently tap her hand with the packaging
“I’m sorry about what happened at lunch,” scratching the back of your head, you watch as she opens her eyes and peers at you with suspicion, “I didn’t know what you meant until now.”
>Handing her the snacks, she grabs them from your hands, her face void of emotion
>”Trixie forgives you for being a big oaf.”
>Relieved at her response, you open your mouth when she spins on her heels and starts walking away
“Trixie wait,” you blurt out, causing her to stop midstep, “I was also wondering if you, uhh, might wanna go out sometime Friday night. There’s this nice bowling alley a couple blocks away from Trottingham Park.”
>Waiting, you listen to her breathe in slowly for several seconds
>”Trixie accepts and will wait for you after school in the front.”
>As she strolls away, you notice she has a tiny skip in her step
>Things can’t possibly go wrong, it’s just bowling
>Right?

>The following days drag on as if you were being pulled along a bed of rusty nails
>Why are you even doing this?
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
>Shaking your attention away from the ceiling, you begrudgingly shut off your alarm and get ready, making sure you have enough bits on your person for the night
>No matter how long you stare at the clock in each of your classes to delay the inevitable, time rapidly wears on until the final bell rings
>Dreading what’s to come, you head to the restroom and wash your face
>When the water splashes upon your cheeks, you feel a sense of calm wash over you
>It’ll be fine, your just hyping yourself up and making it worse
>Drying off, you exit the bathroom with a new perspective and exit the school
>After finding your car, you hop inside and gradually make your way out of the parking lot
>You’ve never understood why leaving school had to be so inefficient
>Finally making it out, you drive up along the front of the school and spot Trixie swinging her leg absentmindedly
>Stopping the car, you lean over and open the passenger door
“Ready Trixie?”
>Staring at the wall, she continues to swing her leg without a care in the world
>How is she not hearing you?
“Hey Trix!”
*HONK*
>Drawing everyone’s attention with your horn briefly sounding off, Trixie snaps her head in your direction with a sneer before she sees you
>Relaxing her face, she leisurely struts to your car, a small smile forming
>Well look at that, seems like she’s in a chipper mood
>Sliding into the seat, she reaches out and closes the door

>”You didn’t have to honk at The Observant and Keen Trixie.”
>Great, here we go…
>Leaving Canterlot High, you set off towards the nearest freeway
>Glancing at her to see how she’s doing, you notice that she’s wearing purple earbuds emblazoned with a wand laid over a crescent moon
“What are you listening to?”
>Effortlessly pulling out the cord, a wave of synthetic beats fills the air with calming grace
https://youtu.be/fn0soSvtZVk?t=156
>”They’re not well known, but they still please Trixie.”
>Wow, of all the music you’d think she’d listen to, you would’ve never expected synth-pop
>And you have to admit, it’s pretty damn good too
“It’s a nice song.”
>Tapping her thigh to the beat, you hear her softly breathe out
>”Of course it’s nice, Trixie only listens to the finest music available.”
>Pulling onto the on-ramp, you crank up the speed and coast at a comfortable 70 mph upon the pavement
>”Trixie has a question.”
>Lightly drumming on the steering wheel, you look in your rearview mirror to find someone tailgating you
“And Anon might have an answer.”
>Throwing on your signal, you move aside to let the rampant hellhound by
>”How good are you at bowling?”
“Enough to know how to keep it out of the gutters, but not enough to strike out each time.”
>”Well The Skillful and Precise Trixie has been playing for years and-”
“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
>Instead of passing you, the truck decides to situate themselves behind you again, this time much closer than before
>Signaling again, you move into the center lane to find him continuing to follow you
>Rolling down your window, you ignore Trixie’s inevitable chiding
>”What did you just say-”
“HEY ASSHOLE,” you shout, shoving your arm out the window and flipping the person behind you the bird, “FUCK. OFF.”

>A roar from an engine sounds off as the truck rapidly approaches your car with great speed
>Heart pounding, you stomp on the gas, shifting to the right lane and spot an off-ramp coming up
>pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasePHEW
>Flying down the off-ramp, you chance a look at the truck and find a set of balls dangling off the trailer hitch
>Of course they’d have that
>Slowing down, you realize that while you’ve hit the wrong exit, you can still get to the bowling alley in good time
>”If I were driving, I wouldn’t have flipped them off!”
>Sighing, you start to follow the roads leading towards the direction of the park
“Listen, I-”
>”You should’ve just let them pass you!”
>Gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter, you find yourself stopped at a red light
“Trixie-”
>”If you-”
“I get it! I did something wrong!”
>The air stills as you begin to relax from your momentary road rage
“I tried to let him pass, and while he was riding me, I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I’m sorry, ok?”
>Driving along, the rest of the trip continues in a lull of awkward silence
>As you pull into the parking lot, you feel something soft cover your forearm
>”Trix-I shouldn’t have yelled at you Anon. I’m sorry.”
>Turning to face her, you see remorse visible in her eyes
>Gobsmacked, you try to process what she said to you
>’I shouldn’t have yelled at you Anon. I’m sorry.’
>You’re actually surprised that Trixie apologized to you, let alone anyone for that matter
>Patting the back of her hand, you give her a nod
“I understand, I get heated sometimes too.”
>When she removes her hand from you, she opens her door, glancing back towards you
>Smiling, you hop out of the car and stroll into the front beside one another

>Reaching the front counter, you wait for a girl in the midst of throwing on her jacket to approach you
>”Hi there, welcome to Starry Lanes. How many games are you thinking of playing?”
>Rolling the thought in your mind, you figure it’d be good to stay together for a while
>Besides, they have a neat little diner, too
“Three games sound good to you, Trix?”
>”Mhmm!”
>Punching several keys into the computer, she quickly prints out a strip of paper and rests it on the counter
>”Your lane’s #14, what’s your sizes?”
>”Eight.”
“Eleven.”
>Seconds later, she slides the kicks towards you both, giving you a sly wink
>”You two have fun now.”
>Picking up the shoes and receipt, you make your way over to your designated lane
>”Are you ready to get beat by The Amazing and Spectacular Trixie?”
>Slipping on your shoes, you put a palm to your chin and crack your neck
“Nah, I think you’ll be the one who’s losing.”
>”Oh yeah? What makes you think you can win against Trixie?”
>Giving her a smirk, you remain silent, knowing something she doesn’t
>Afterall, how could a former competitive bowler lose to a galavanting blowhard?
>Stepping in front of the computer, you swiftly input the required information
>When the scoreboard appears on the monitor, two names flash in bold, white letters
>TRIX-0
>ANON-0
>Motioning with a hand, you wave her towards the various line of bowling balls
“Ladies first.”
>Stepping up to the rack, she pulls from the arrangement a 10 lb. ball
>Not surprised in the slightest, you figure it’d be best to go easy on her

>Setting herself up, she walks towards the lane
>Lining up the ball, she breathes in, steps closer to the line and rolls the ball
>Lazily, it tumbles towards the pins and knocks down 6
>Not bad for an amaeteur
>Grabbing her ball again, she sets herself up and knocks down another pin
>”Try to beat that, Anon!”
>Wanting to shake your head, you opt to internally chuckle to yourself
>She really has no idea what she's in for, huh?
>Picking up a 12 lb. ball, you bring it to your chin, slowly moving towards the line before letting loose
>Travelling rapidly, the hunk of plastic crashes into the first pin, sending 8 down the chute and leaving a split
>”Impressive, but that won’t be enough to beat Trixie.”
>Retrieving your ball, you line yourself up
>Before you release, you give your wrist a slight twisting motion, sending the ball just barely near one of the pins and into the gutter
>”Oh, don’t worry,” you hear Trixie gush condescendingly, “you’ll get better with time.”
>Continuing the game making sure to keep pace with her, you intentionally lose by a difference of 14 points
>”Ha, The Great and Powerful Trixie knew she’d win!”
>Grating your teeth, you pinch the bridge of your nose to control your anger
>She’s been doing this shit the entire game
“Nope, there’s two more games left.”
>”And I’ll beat you in both! Face it Anon,” she belts out, staring you down, “you’re gonna lose.”
>Alright, this bitch needs to learn a valuable lesson
“You’re up.”
>Daintily grabbing the same ball, she sends it down the lane and gets a strike
>”Good luck.”
>Picking up a 16 lb. green giant, you set yourself up for a strike
>”Don’t hurt yourself big guy.”
>Ignoring her ribbing, you narrow your focus to the size of a pinhead
>You are the ball
>And the ball is you
>The pins stand tall
>And you’ll get them too

>Breathing out, you walk towards the line with practice and with perfect form, chuck the massive behemoth
>Barreling in a straight line, it collides with the first pin, sending all of them down the chute
>”Nice shot.”
>Restraining yourself, you keep the points even until the last frame
>”Trixie will be waiting here while she wins yet another game.”
“Suuuure,” you reply patronizingly, “just watch and learn, sweetie.”
>Letting loose, you land yourself another strike, setting you above Trixie
>Standing up, Trixie makes her way towards you, sneering all the while
>Ah shit, what’d you do now?
>When she’s in front of you, you prepare yourself for a slap, but become surprised when she slips on a wrist brace
>”Trixie was just going easy on you.”
>Instead of picking up the same ball, she grasps a 14 lber with purplish-blue swirls
>The first three frames are strike after strike, both of you keeping pace with the other
>Needless to say, you’re impressed she’s able to hold back when she wants to
>The rest of the game continues on with high scores, strikes, the occasional split, and solid 10s
>TRIX-225
>ANON-215
>Sweating, you ignore the crowd gathered round your seating area and focus on the first pin
>Come on, Anon, you got this
>Puffing yourself up as Mighty Malachi, the Professional Bowling God, you head towards the line
>Careening into the pins, it slams into the back, leaving a 7-10 split
>FUCK
>A collective groan sounds from the crowd
>”Face it Anon, you’ve lost!”
>Shaking your head, you block out her boastful nature
>Nope, you’re not gonna lose
>It’s not happening dammit!
>Grabbing your ball, you charge the line and send the green monster towards the left pin at a twist
>Come on COME ON!
>Blasting its side, the pin slams into the other, nearly flying out of the lane
>”WOOOO!”
>Raising your arms to the tune of applause, you turn around to find Trixie smirking at you
>”Not bad, Anon. Trixie is impressed.”

>Moving towards her, you smile back and hold her hand
“You’re pretty good yourself,” you reply, leading her towards the diner off in the corner, “where’d you learn to bowl like that?”
>”When Trixie lived with her father, she didn’t have much.”
>Stepping inside of the diner, the two of you sit across from each other in a booth
>”It was cheaper to buy ten rounds and play all day than have some candy.”
>Leaning back into the seat, you let out a small sigh
>”What about you?”
>Pulling out the menus, you hand her one and start to go through your options
“Pretty much the same deal. When the owner saw me play, he pulled me aside and signed me up for the junior league.”
>Burgers, salads, burritos, tacos…
>Damn, they have tacos?
>”Ooooh, I’ll have the tacos! They’re the best.”
>Glancing up, you notice her eyes bulge as she grips the menu, her mouth contorting to a toothy grin
>”Hi, what can I get started for you?”
>Putting the menu back in its holder, you rest part of your arm on the table
“We’ll have eight tacos.”
>”I’d like an orange soda please.”
“Just water for me.”
>Scribbling down your order nodding all the while, the waitress clicks the back of her pen
>”Ok,” she coos, turning on her heels, “I’ll get that right out for you.”
>As she leaves, you see Trixie pull out her phone, typing rapidly
“What’s up?”
>”Oh, I-” clearing her throat, she returns to her haughty voice, “Trixie is working on her magical performance.”

>Twiddling your thumbs, you look over to the jukebox and come to a realization
>You’ve never seen Trixie perform
“Hey Trix?”
>Still focused on her phone, she sways back and forth to an unknown tune
>”Yeah?”
“I know you practice in the auditorium, but where do you perform?”
>Her fingers stop their brisk motions as she narrows her eyes at her screen
>”Trottingham Park.”
>As soon as she says ‘Trottingham,’ your mind kicks into overtime
>You’ve seen posters about a magic show in the park, but isn’t that for children?
“Wait, do you-”
>”Grrrr, Starlight!”
>Shutting up, you think it’d be best to hold off on that question
>While Trixie angrily taps away at her phone, a tray of tacos is laid underneath you
>The scent of beef, cheese and chili peppers rises to your nose, leaving you in a mexican paradise
>And when you look down, oh sweet lord!
>It’s… beautiful…
>Mouth watering, you reach towards a crispy shell when you’re brought back from reality
>You’re on a date
>Be polite
>Inside you, a beast silently whimpers as you have a sip of water
>Eventually, Trixie rests her phone facedown on the table, turning her attention to you, then the tacos
>”...”
“...”
>Ravenously, you both dig into the cornucopia of delight, stuffing yourselves silly before diving back in for another helping
>You really can’t help yourself, it reminds you of the tacos you had when you were little
>Besides, how can a sane man not devour a delicious shell of deluxe flavor?
>Within minutes, the tray is picked clean without a speck of food left
>Tipping back her glass, she downs the orange syrup and yawns in contentment
>Yawning with her, you pull some bits from your wallet and leave it on the end of the table
>Yeah, you’re getting pretty tired as well
>Checking your phone for the time, you’re surprised with what you see
>20:09
>It’s actually pretty late, tell the truth
>”Hey Trix, ready to go home?”
>”Mhmm.”

>Getting up from the table, you throw her the keys and head towards the front counter to pay for the games as she goes to your car
>”Dude, that game was awesome!”
>Scratching the back of your head, you chuckle nervously
“Yeah, well, it seems like we’ve both been bowling for a while, huh?”
>As you lay the bits on the counter, the two of you lock eyes
>”I can already tell you two have something special. You’re a lucky guy.”
“Thanks… er-”
>”Dash.”
>Holding out her hand, you grip it and give her a firm shake
“Thanks Dash.”
>”Don’t mention it,” she says, waving you off, “now you two lovebirds fly somewhere safe, ok?”
>Flashing her a thumbs up, you leave the bowling alley, feeling your phone vibrate as you get into your car
https://youtu.be/wVHAQX5sSaU?t=63
>”The Tired and Weary Trixie texted you her address.”
>Taking your phone, you set up your GPS to her home
>”Trixie also likes your music.”
>Smiling, you pull out of the parking lot and follow the directions to her home
>Despite the lights covering the streets, you can still see the stars beat their gentle beams across the night sky
>After a decent ride of silence, you glance towards Trixie
“We’re getting close-,” curled up to the door, you faintly hear her soft snores as you notice a bead of drool escaping her mouth, “~ok sleeping beauty, I’ll be quiet.”
https://youtu.be/LstbyXXHups
>Reaching her home, the song reaches its peak
>”But if IIIIIII should lose your love, dear. I don’t know what I’ll do.”
>”For I know I’ll never find another yooooooooou.”
>Shutting off the car, you reach over and carefully pull her off the door

>Hopping out, you go to her side and open the door to her still being asleep
>Picking her up in your arms, you tug her tight against you and head to her front door
>Barely poking the doorbell, a low chime sounds and you soon hear a set of footsteps coming to the door
>”Hi there,” the woman’s eyes immediately rest on Trixie, her face turning to worry, “she didn’t drink, did she? Please tell me-”
“She’s fine miss,” you cut her off, offering her a reassuring smile, “she’s just sleepy is all.”
>Opening the door wider, she waves you in and guides you upstairs and to her bedroom
>Stepping inside, the light blue walls are covered with posters of famous magicians
>On her desk lies various trinkets, cards and wands, and on her dresser rests a starry purple hat and cape
>When her mother shifts the covers to the side, you lay her on the bed and tuck her in
>Clutching her pillow, she hums in contentment, murmuring your name
>You never realized who Trixie really was
>Hell, you still don’t really
>But at least your learning more about her
>A tuft of hair rests upon her forehead, making you look at her in a much different way
>Leaning down, you gently brush her hair aside and kiss her forehead
“Goodnight Trix.”
>Stepping away, you turn and follow her mother out of her room and downstairs
>”I didn’t know my little girl had a boyfriend. How come I haven’t heard of you?”
>Fidgeting with your feet, you try not to focus on her
“We’re kinda a new thing.”
>”How new?”
>Stopping your movement, you mentally slap yourself
“Today actually, but we’ve known each other for a while.”
>Beaming, she reaches out for a hug and squeezes you tight
>”If you two are happy, then I’m happy.”
>Releasing you, she steps back and takes you in
>”I’m just glad that my baby got herself a gentleman.”
>Feeling blood rush to your cheeks, you laugh anxiously
“Haha, thanks Miss Lulamoon, I appreciate it.”

>Grasping your forearm, she squeezes you lightly
>”Know that you’re welcome here anytime.”
>Nodding, you’re led back to the front door
“Have a goodnight Miss Lulamoon.”
>”You too Sweetie, goodnight.”
>Returning to your car, you shutoff the music and think about your day
>You actually had a good time, even though there was the occasional bump in the road
>See Anon, if you’re positive, positive things happen
>Arriving home, you head inside and make your way to your bedroom
>Kicking off your shoes, you flop onto the bed and stare at the ceiling as you think about her
>The way her eyes opened wide from the tacos…
>Her tuft of hair caressing her face...
>You like Trixie, don’t you?
>Sighing, you close your eyes and envision her beauty, yet no matter how long you keep them closed, you just can’t go to sleep
>For some reason, something pulls at your heart, and you can’t tell what
>Eventually, the dark recesses of your mind covers you in its veil, drifting you off to the realm of unconsciousness

>Waking up, you groggily swing yourself out of bed and continue your weekend as normal
>As you’re making yourself a sandwich, you feel your phone vibrate in your front pocket
>Ignoring it, you finish the sandwich and begin your adventurous indulgence of a simple ham and cheese when it vibrates again
>Who could that be?
>Pulling out your phone, you unlock the screen and find a couple of texts from Trixie
>’Hey thnks for getting me home’
>’Oh and mum loves u btw’
>Typing out a response, you have yourself another bite
>It’s a pretty good sandwich
‘Good to hear!’
>When you set your phone down, you start thinking about a possible next date
>What would she like?
>Slapping yourself in the head, you immediately figure out a plan
>She likes magic, so…
>Why not take her to a magic show?
>Spending the rest of the day searching for magic shows in the area, you find every one of them is completely sold out, except for one
>’Magnificent Marko’
>Surprisingly, the tickets aren’t expensive at all, and his show’s this upcoming Wednesday
>Plus his outfit’s befitting of a wacky magician
>Bright blue spandex, and a tophat to boot
>Yeah, Trix will get a kick outta this
>Buying the tickets, you print them out and safely store them in your wallet
>Should you text her about this?
>Rubbing your chin in contemplation, you shake your head shortly after
>Nah, it’ll be a secret
>You’ll tell her next time you have lunch
>Sure of your decision, you spend your remaining time reading before you have to work
****
>Grinning in anticipation, you head towards the cafeteria and pass through the double doors
>Tonight’s the night, and today’s the time you reveal the tickets
>Moving towards the line and grabbing a tray, you sneak a couple glances towards Trixie’s direction and find her staring at you
>Ever since you’ve asked her if she was free tonight, she’s been incredibly nosy and curious
>Not that you mind, you’re that way too
>After acquiring your slop, you make your way towards the blue cat
“Heya,” you gleefully say, sitting opposite of her, “what’s up?”
>”Trixie demands to know what we’re doing tonight!”
>Pulling out your wallet, you teasingly open the flap
“Hmmm, I don’t know. I think it’d be better if we showed up there without you knowing.”
>Groaning, she hides her face in her hands
>”Trixie hates you, Anon.”
>Feeling that the time is right, you pluck the tickets from the flap and hold them aloft as if they were two playing cards
“Pick a ticket, any ticket.”
>Peeking through a small gap, you hear her gasp as she snatches one of the slips from your hands
>Gazing at the words, her hanging jaw lifts itself up as her cheerful expression turns to confusion
>An eyebrow lifts and arches itself while her nose scrunches, narrowing her eyes at what you thought was a thoughtful gift
>Before you can comment, her expression calms as she smiles, sure of herself
>”Trixie appreciates the gift and can’t wait for the show.”
>That was… strange
>Did you do something wrong?
>Shrugging your worries away, you reassure yourself with her smile
“Glad you like it, want me to pick you up at the front?”
>Pocketing the ticket, she looks back to you with her hands in her pockets
>”Actually, Trixie would like you to meet her at class.”
>Nodding in understanding, you focus on your food
“Sounds good to me.”

>With the rest of lunch being uneventful, you continue your day until the final bell rings
>Checking your phone for her room number, you walk to the other end of the school and find Trixie leaning against a set of lockers
>Heading towards her, you slink through the many bodies of the hallway until you soon find yourself holding her hand and rubbing the back with your thumb
“So, how was your day?”
>Letting out a sigh, she squeezes you harshly
>”Long. Trixie wishes Mr. Doodle would cease his endless barrage of homework.”
>Shrugging, you remember your quality time spent with him after school trying to understand basic calculus
“If it’s any consolation, at least you don’t have to deal with Ms. Harshwhinny,” you echo, watching as an ocean of bystanders gawk in your general direction, “she’s been riding us for a fair while.”
>Chancing a look at Trixie, you find her cheeks flush with crimson and her lips pursed tight
>With all the attention she craves, it looks like this is a bit too much
>Inching closer to her in reassurance, your shoulders touch as a familiar, rainbow haired girl flashes you a thumbs up
>Wait, isn’t she from the bowling alley?
>She is!
>Nodding in her direction, you gradually draw closer and closer to the nearest exit
>Pushing open the door and allowing her to leave first, you catch a couple snippets of conversation
>”-they’re together?”
>”-so sweet, they’re-”
>”-didn’t think it was possible-”
>Sounds to you like you’re the talk of the day
>Shaking your head, you follow Trixie outside
“We have a bit of time to kill, anything you wanna do?”
>As she mutters incomprehensibly to herself, your eyes wander and rest upon a neatly trimmed treeline
>The gardeners put a lot of effort in places where they don’t need to, but you’ll admire their work nonetheless

>When you arrive at your car and unlock it, you hear her clear her throat
>”Maybe The Great and Powerful Trixie can show you some of her tricks?”
“Yeah, sure,” you say, opening the door and sliding inside, “you fine with waiting at a park?”
>Flipping her hair, she rolls down her window, viewing herself in the mirror
>”Trixie does not object to the idea.”
>Starting the car, you make your way to the park with the wind licking your face
>After finding a good spot to park, you exit and bask in the beautiful weather
>Spring is a wonderful thing, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss it
>”Over here.”
>Tugging your arm, she pulls you along to a small clearing and makes you sit against the trunk of a lone tree
>”Now watch as The Great and Powerful Trixie woos you with her magic!”
>Reaching into her jacket, she pulls out a standard deck of cards
>”Please,” she points towards you with the cards, “inspect four cards from the deck at random..”
>Taking the deck, you quickly sift through and pull out four cards, checking that they’re all unique and bland as can be
“8 of Clubs. 4 of Hearts. Jack of Spades and Queen of Diamonds.”
>”And nothing looks off about these cards?”
“Nope.”
>Pleased, she holds out her palm
>Giving her deck back, she begins to cut the deck with a single hand
>”This deck appears to be an ordinary deck,” she boasts, now rapidly riffling the cards, “but I assure you that this deck is far from ordinary.”
>Dropping the cards from a height, she catches them and splays them out face down
>”Pick a card, any card will do.”
>Sliding a finger along the top, you stop near the outer rim of her spread and delicately slip it from her grasp
>”Look at it, memorize it, then return it to the deck!”

>Peering at the 4 of Diamonds, you position it near the center
>”Wonderful,” she shouts, “now, I will shuffle it out of the deck!”
>With practiced ease, she cuts, ripples and shuffles the cards before splaying them once again, except face up
>”Do you see your card at all?”
>Checking each number and suit, you’re unable to find your card
“Nope, it’s gone.”
>”Are you sure?”
“Yep, I’m sure.”
>”Hmmmm…” she mumbles, packing the cards up, reshuffling and wiggling her fingers
>”Perhaps it’s on… the top!”
>Flipping the top card, she reveals the 5 of Diamonds
>Scratching the back of your head, you look at the card, then her, then back at the card with confusion
“Uh, Trix. That ain’t it.”
>Befuddled, Trixie squints at the card before breaking out in laughter
>”Oh, silly me, there’s one too many!”
>Bringing a finger on the center diamond, she gently rubs it in circles, obscuring it from view
>When she pulls it away, all that’s left is pure white
“What?”
>”And now, for the numbers!”
>Gingerly plucking the card from the top, she places it on her first digit, spins it around and throws it in the air
>As it falls, she yawns with her middle and forefinger in a peace sign before catching it mid-drop
>”Is this,” she asks confidently, twisting the card to unveil the face of it, “your card?”
>When you see the numbers are 4s, you’re left gobsmacked
“What in the world, how?!”
>Bringing a finger to her lips, she shushes you in a chiding manner
>”A true magician never reveals her greatest secrets… but Trixie can share some basics.”
>Playing with the cards, she focuses her attention on you
>”Play with me, won’t you?”

>The next several hours are spent with you clumsily learning card artistry
>Pushing one third of the deck with your thumb to finish a triple cut, all you manage to do is shove it off your palm and onto the ground
“Fuck.”
>Standing behind you, Trixie wraps her arms around your shoulders, cupping your hand in hers
>”You’re doing really good! Most people take weeks to learn a few tricks, not hours.”
>Sighing, you bend over and grab the dropped cards, handing them to her
>”No,” she refuses, shoving the deck to your chest, “these are for you.”
“You sure?”
>Rolling her eyes, she slugs you in the shoulder
>”When is Trixie not sure?”
“Lets see here,” you sarcastically coo, counting on a finger, “there’s-”
>In a split-second, she slaps her hand over your mouth
>”Trixie didn’t ask to hear your answer!”
>Staring into her eyes, you unabashedly lick her palm
>”EW, ANON!”
>While you cackle at her plight, she smears your spit on your tie
“Hey! That’s my good tie!”
>”Maybe you shouldn’t’ve licked me!”
>Shrugging, you flash her a grin
“Eh, fair enough.”
>Pocketing the cards, you check your phone and realize something
>You’re about to be late
>”What’s wrong?”
“We gotta go or we’ll miss the show!”
>Running back to your car, you fumble with your keys and manage to unlock the doors
>Leaping into your seat, you start the car as Trixie finishes closing her door
>Speeding down the roads, you rush downtown and park a couple blocks away
>Jogging the rest of the way, you approach the entrance of the theater softly panting
>Checking the time once more, you see you’re a minute early
“Talk about cutting it close…”
>”You’re, hah, telling me…”
>Out of breath, the both of you stumble inside and find your seats as the lights dim

>”Ladies and Gentleman, what you are about to witness may astound you. It may even SHOCK YOU!”
>The lights of the theater strobe wildly as a screen descends on stage
>”Performing the Impossible! Stupefying the Laws of Nature, it’s… MAGNIFICENT MARKO!”
>All lights go dark, and for a couple moments, the air stills
>Suddenly, light engulfs the screen, portraying a man in shorts relaxing on a beach with a martini
>”*Ahem* Marko…”
>”Huh,” he turns his head, eyeing the audience before he smacks himself, “oh no, how’d I forget the show!”
>Laughter emanates from the audience as he jumps up, pacing across the screen and pinching the bridge of his nose
>”whatdoIdowhatdoIdoAHA,” he shouts, pointing towards the audience, “I’ve got it!”
>Lifting his arms in the air, he bellows in a deep roar
>”Audience! Beneath your seats lies a playing card! Now, whoever has the amazing ACE of SPADES pleeeeease join me on stage!”
>Hearing a screeching noise, you turn your head and spot a woman wearing a black dress swinging a card above her, shimmying her way to the front
>That’s… a fair bit formal for a magic show
>”Wonderful! What’s your name, miss?”
>”Mystie!”
>”Well Mystie, it’s a pleasure to have you here! Especially since you’ll cover for me until I can get there!”
>As Mystie blinks in astonishment, the crowd cackles rambunctiously
>”But first, you’ll need a deck of cards. Which I will throw you,” chucking a deck that appears in his hands off screen, a similar deck shoots across the stage and hits the poor girl, “now!”
>Peering backstage, you notice a hand recede into the shadows along with a shiny glint
>Hold on, seriously?
>You’re not well versed in magic, and even you can tell this is a fucking joke
>Glancing to your side, you see Trixie’s face stained with apathy
>Why didn’t you check the reviews?

>”Now, I want you to shuffle the deck as much as you want! Cut it, split it, riffle, I don’t care! Just make it random!”
>Following his directions, Mystie fiddles with the deck before staring up at the screen
>”Are you finished?”
>”Yes.”
>”Are you sure?”
>”Yes!”
>”Alright! Now, I want you to take this pen,” throwing a pen offstage, the hand reappears and tosses it near the girl’s feet, “and mark your name on the card. Can you do that for me?”
>Nodding, she picks up the pen and scrawls what you believe to be her signature
>”Perfect, now reveal what the card is to everyone!”
>”Queen of Diamonds!”
>Clapping his hands, Marko closes his eyes
>”Wonderful, now do me a favor and hide that card somewhere I wouldn’t find it. It can be anywhere!”
>Slipping the card between her cleavage, she smiles to the crowd in a very eager way
>”Great! Now, in a stupendous display of magic, I WILL APPEAR ON THIS VERY STAGE!”
>Slamming a ball downward, a puff of smoke engulfs the stage
>Does he really think he’ll fool anyone with that?
>As the wisps of smoke rises from the ground, Marko appears wearing his signature blue spandex, tophat, and glittering epaulettes
>”TADA!”
>When the crowd cheers, all you can do is turn to Trixie with blatant disgust
“You’re not-”
>”Shhhhh, quiet.”
>Shocked, you stare into your lap and quietly simmer in your seat
>She can’t be fooled, how could she?
>”Now, I will open my own deck of cards,” he gloats condescendingly, pulling another deck from his tophat, “and remove the top card!”
>Plucking the first card, he displays the signed Queen of Diamonds triumphantly
>”Is this your card?”
>Reveling in the audience’s applause, he shows off more as fire rises from the stage

>”Thank you! Thank you! Now, for a second trick! Mystie, I would like for you to hold onto something for me.”
>Reaching into his tophat, he pulls out a blank card
>”This is a special card, and it’s a card you will keep on your person, understand?”
>Nodding in response, she gingerly takes the card from his fingers and slips it into her cleavage
>”Wonderful. Now, The Magnificent Marko will send a card in place of that one!”
>Inaudibly groaning, you feel your temperature rise as you catch Mystie palm a card in her hand
“This is a joke, let’s go Trixie-”
>”This isn’t magic!”
>Feeling a gust of wind whip your face, you look on in horror as Trixie marches up the stage and wags her finger at the magician
>Before a pair of men backstage can make their appearance, Marko holds his hand up to stop them while the audience harshly boos
>”Ah, it seems we have an eager volunteer!”
>Walking over to Trixie, he looks down on her from his towering height, sneering
>”If what we’re doing isn’t magic, then why don’t you demonstrate a show for us!”
>Creeping to the sidelines, he stands uninterested as Trixie takes center stage
>”For this trick, Trixie requires a volunteer!”
>Peering into the crowd, she squints at several people before her eyes widen
>”You sir! Please, step right up!”
>Begrudgingly, a lanky man sporting a pair of glasses trudges his way on stage as Trixie begins wildly shuffling a deck of cards
>”What is your name, good sir?”
>Fanning his shirt, he raspily croaks his name
>”H-Hubble.”
>”Well Hubble, I’m glad you’re my volunteer! But before we move on with the trick, have we ever met before?”
>”N-No.”
>”I’d hope not,” she coos, taking a glimpse in Marko’s direction, “for if we knew one another, it’d make the trick unmagical, would it not?”
>”I guess?”
>Sucking in a breath of air, Trixie calms herself with her eyes closed

>”Ok,” splaying the cards in a swift motion, she holds them faceup towards the crowd, “these cards are not tampered with. They are not special. Audience, tell Trixie if you spot anything out of the ordinary.”
>Waiting for a response, she taps her foot grinning
>”Nothing? Of course! Now, Hubble, do the same for Trixie, will you?”
>Handing the deck off to Hubble, she comically struggles to roll up her sleeves, earning her a couple laughs
>”So, did you find anything wrong?”
>”Nope.”
>”Perfect. Now please reshuffle the deck!”
>Fumbling with the cards, Hubble manages to crudely rearrange the deck
>”When you’re finished, hand them back to Trixie.”
>Doing as she asked, he places the deck back into her hands only for her to splay them again
>”Good, good. Trixie will now ask her handsome assistant to pick any card he desires!”
>Blushing, he reaches for a random card and views it
>”Once you have the card memorized, you may place it wherever you choose to!”
>Nodding to himself, he tentatively slips the card back into the deck
>”Oooooh, I took you for a LEFT kinda guy, but it seems you’ve decided to go right. Let's hope that’s the RIGHT choice!”
>A collective groan is heard from the audience, but you watch as she takes it in stride
>”Trixie will now rearrange the deck on her own!”
>Spanning the cards across her waist in a flourish, she rapidly folds the cards in many fancy shuffles
>One handed, throwing a portion in the air and catching it cleanly, she displays her talent for the world to see
“Holy shit.”
>Falling in a trance, you watch as she continues to woo the crowd with her card artistry before she stops and brings a hand to her face to suppress her noisy giggling

>”Trixie apologizes for laughing,” composing herself, she clears her throat and turns her attention back towards Hubble, “Hubble, will you please touch the top of the deck?”
>Leaning close, he curiously pokes the top
>”Alright, now watch and be amazed!”
>Flipping the card over, she displays a Joker to the crowd
>”Is this your card?”
>Showing Hubble, she eagerly awaits his answer
>Confused, he furrows his brows and scrunches his nose
>”Uh, no?”
>Perplexed, you watch with second-hand embarrassment as Trixie checks the card herself
>”Haha, Trixie is silly for being fooled by a friend,” flinging the card aside, it smacks Marko in the leg much to his displeasure, “if the first didn’t work, the second’s sure to be right!”
>Pulling the next card in the stack, she reveals to the crowd yet another Joker
>”Is this your card?”
>”No.”
>Seeing Marko shake his head, you watch as he waves to the stage hands behind stage when you hear Trixie shout
>”WAIT A MINUTE,” splaying every card before her, she displays a full hand of Jokers, “SOMEONE TAMPERED WITH MY DECK!”
>Amazed, the audience audibly breathes in astonishment as Trixie turns to you
>”Anon, did you mess with my deck?”
>Standing up, you raise your hands in front of you in embarrassment
“I didn’t-I was just sitting here!”
>Fanning herself, she purses her lips and drops the deck, only to reach into her jacket
>”It’s fine, for The Prepared and Prophetic Trixie always carries a spare set!”
>Removing the deck she sets her palm atop it before shuffling it wildly as you sit down
>”Ok, now Hubble, if you would do the honors…”
>Reaching out, he pulls the top card off, his eyes widening to the size of sliver platters as he displays yet another Joker

>”Grrrrr! It seems we’ll have to do it the old fashioned way! But before we do, Hubble, what was your card!”
>Taking his card and returning both decks to her jacket, she retrieves a wand with a star tip
>”It was the Ten of Clubs.”
>Pleased, she turns to you, gazing into your eyes with pride
>”When Trixie points to you, the audience, she wishes you to say ‘Joker Joker, Joke no more!’ Understood?”
>The audience returns her question with a murmur of yeses, and so she waves the wand around before pointing to the audience
>”Joker Joker, Joke no more!”
>Slamming the wand into her palm, she leaves the theater in silence
>...
>...
>”Get off my-”
>Coughing, Trixie acts as if she’s choking a bit before spewing a card into her palm
>Unfolding the card, she unveils it to the audience
>”And here we have it, THE TEN OF CLUBS!”
>Bowing to a roaring audience, she propels the card onto Marko’s leg, sticking him for all to see
>”And so you’re all aware, Marko’s a fraud! Mystie’s planted and has cards preset on her person, and the show is rigged!”
>Violently pointing at Trixie, Marko sends his goons towards her as she descends down the stage
>Jumping upright, you leap towards her as the audience shouts and yells at Marko
>”I want my money back!”
>”You’re awful!”
>”Trixie’s better than you!”
>Holding onto Trixie, the two of you disappear into the crowd and exit the theater unharmed