(Originally began on 7/27/21)
>"Anonymous! You have awakened Trixie from the most wonderful dream! You better have a GRRREAT AND POWERFUL explanation!"
"BOTH OF US ARE LATE TO SCHOOL!"
>"What?" Trixie rubs her tired eyes
"Take a look!"
>Trixie sits up and turns toward her clock and her eyes widen
>2 hours past the initial starting time
>Trixie turns to you, eyes still wide
>Before closing them and lying back down
"Dude. You gotta get ready or else they'll count us 'super' absent!"
>Trixie scoffs before turning her head to you, still lying down
>"That's NO way to talk to your beloved childhood friend."
>You put a hand to your face
"Har dee har har. You've been hitting the animes too much. C'mon, we're already late."

>Trixie groans and gets out of bed
>"Allow Trixie to use FACTS and LOGIC to justify letting her sleep more" Trixie grins
"And I'll do the same, but for the opposite side, I guess"
>"Good." She nods
>She's still in her pajamas
>A far cry from the normal zippered sweater and tshirt getup she normally rocks
>This is probably the first time you've seen her like this ever
>Which isn't surprising, since you only moved in next door your freshman year
>Are you really childhood friends if you went to the same elementary, middle, and high schools but only started in high school?
>Suddenly, Trixie snaps her fingers in your face
>"Anon, you're not listening. Listen." she says
"Some childhood friend you are"
>Trixie's face goes red
>"I say it ONE TIME" Trixie complains
"You didn't call yourself Trixie that time. Congrats."
>Trixie scoffs
>"Before the GREAT and POWERFUL TRIXIE kicks you out of her humble abode, she will list you the reasons why she will not leave THIS DOMAIN" Trixie begins
"I'm listening."
>"ONE: It's too late. Buses don't come by at this time. TWO: Trixie's parents would probably let her stay home because of fact one. THREE: I really. REALLY. Do not like school."
"Yeah. That last one's obvious"
>Trixie scowls at you
>"Mhm. Well, if you're done being a JERK, you're welcome to walk to school and face the consequences of being late."
"I wouldn't consider explaining to the nice lady in front why you were late to be dire or even a consequence"
>Trixie looks at you with a smug smile
>"Oh yeah? Why didn't you wake up on time then?"
"Alarm didn't go off. Duh"
>Trixie puts a hand to her face and chuckles
>"Story as old as time. With an excuse like that, you're a goner." She laughs
"It's the truth though."
>Trixie stops laughing and puts on a serious face
>"Uh huh, suuure. Ya see that guy? Over there?" She dramatically points to her right, where a window sits
"No."
>Trixie smiles
>"Exactly! He was late, used that same excuse, and now he's expelled! For BEING A HEAVY SLEEPER!" Trixie folds her arms and smiles smugly
"I... don't think that's how that works"
>Trixie scoffs
>"You'll be the one to find out for Trixie" she heads back for her bed

>As she gets in her bed, you think
>Not that hard, since you're pretty tired still, too
>But thinking nevertheless
"You got a point, though. I don't think my parents would mind a day off if I spun it the right way"
>"Your beloved childhood friend knows all" she says, lying down, facing away from you
"We've known eachother for 4 years and only spoke to eachother for 2. Not really 'childhood'-"
>Trixie turns in her bed to face you
>"We met as children, slowly aging into adulthood, and look at us now! Blooming adults! With hearts full of love, bodies full of LUST! And minds full of dreams!" Trixie beams
"Why that second one?"
>"Wink Wink" she winks at you twice and gets back in bed
"I-is that like an invitation or something? You know, I don't talk to girls"
>"You say that as if Trixie doesn't know this. C'mon, take a rest. I know you wanna." She pats the empty space beside her on her bed
"I am NOT sleeping in the same bed as you. Not in a million years. What would our parents think?"
>Trixie turns to face you once again
>"There's blankets in my closet. You can sleep on the floor. Prude." She points to a sliding door behind her to her left
"Thanks, free-baller."
>You scrape up a few blankets and nab a non-anime clad pillow to sleep on
>By the time you get your makeshift bed set up on Trixie's somewhat soft carpet, Trixie seems to be fast asleep
>You decide to join her (not in the same bed) in slumber, and lay to rest in your diy sleeping bag
>After a few minutes, you fall asleep
>You dream about being in class, which isn't uncommon
>For whatever reason
>However, you realized it was a dream and awoke after an unknown amount of time
>Looking left toward the window from your makeshift bed reveals what looks to be a mid-day sun
>You need about an extra 2 or 3 hours of sleep, you note to yourself
>You turn to your right side, ready to sleep again, but something catches you by surprise
>Trixie's occupying a very small space in your floor bed
>To the point where she isn't covered by any blankets, but is close enough to probably make contact with you
>Not only that, you've also moved in such a way that you're facing her
>And more importantly: she's facing you
>Even more importantly: she's awake
>You don't say anything

>Neither does she
>You lock eyes for about a split second before your collective spaghetti spills and your eyes scramble for something else to look at
>Your eyes settle on her chest
>Not that you can see anything, since she's still wearing her pajamas
>And she isn't a milktruck. Far from it, really.
>You sneak a quick peak at her face and she's looking at your chest too
>Her face is red
>Your heart is pounding in your chest
>Your breath is heavy, and hers is too
>If you don't stop this madness soon, you'll pop a boner and it'll really be all over
"What are we doing?
>Trixie stays looking down, her face red
>"What do you mean? We're just... enjoying eachother's company, of course!"
"While one of us is asleep?"
>"Yes. Is that an issue?" Trixie asks, shifting her eyes
"Normally, not really. Its just kinda sad. But this time I'm pretty sure you just snuggled me against my will"
>Trixie scoffs
>"Thats PREPOSTEROUS. Nobody would ever want to 'snuggle' with the likes of you"
>Her eyes move up to your face as she finished her sentence
>You smile
"So then, what were you doing, exactly?"
>Trixie goes silent
>"What Trixie was doing does not matter. What matters is what YOU do next, anonymous."
>Another smug smile covers your face
"Well... in that case..."
>Your voice softens
>You put a hand on Trixie's chin
"I've... always..."
>You slowly move your face closer to hers
>Her face gets redder
>You pucker your lips
>She does the same
>Her eyes are practically glowing
>As your lips about to meet, you say
"...wondered why you never wear makeup"
>You sandwich her face between your hands
"I mean, seriously. Not even chapstick? And you call me a prude." 
>Her face morphs into a pout
>"Trixie thinks it's a waste of TIME to appeal to vapid 'people' such as yourself"
>She pushes you away and turns around
"So... who are you supposed to appeal to then?"
>Trixie exhales sharply
>"I'm not so sure anymore, honestly." She says bluntly
"Oh man I get that. I don't even think I'm attracted to anybody"
>Trixie turns to you suddenly
>"What?" She's close to you again
"I don't think I'm attracted to anybody?"
>"Yes that. Elaborate" she seems worried

"Nobody's ever been interested in me, so I'm just assuming the ship's sailed already. Calling it quits, I guess you can say"
>Trixie looks at you in disbelief
>"That's... that's..." She sputters
>Her face reddens and her eyes shine
>"That's not true anon... you may be the biggest meanie, but you'll find love some day"
"Do you know someone or something?"
>Trixie's eyebrow furrows
>"Trixie barely knows you. If I had friends, I'd probably be talking to them right now"
"Instead of man-handling sleeping men."
>Trixie is visibly annoyed
>"You were NOT man-handled. Trixie simply watched you, for our safety."
"Hearing that doesnt make me seem very safe in your care"
>"Well, if you keep pushing Trixie, your fears will come true"
"Doubt it. You practically melted in my presence earlier"
>Trixie's face goes red
>"Well... you didn't look so confident yourself, tough guy"
"Well, I just explained to you why that is. What's your excuse, woman?"
>Trixie thinks for a second
>Then a smile dawns on her face
>Then it falters
>Then her face goes red
>Then it morphs into a demented half-smile half-fearful face
>"Wh-what if... I..." Trixie starts
>Then stops
>Her eyes meet yours for a split second
>They're glowing
>She quickly darts her eyes to the side and her face gets redder
>Her breathing goes sharp and heavy
>You are very confused.
"What if you...?"
>Trixie gulps
>"What if Trixie... sort of... maybe, hypothetically, not in a literal sense, but maybe-" 
"You're stalling"
>Trixie looks annoyed
>"Trixie does not STALL, she ENTHRALLS and ASTONISHES those in her audience"
"You're just kinda weirding me out, and I'm your audience."
>"W-well. Her childhood friend couldn't possibly understand"
"Not your childhood friend"
>"Shh..." she puts a finger over your mouth
"What were you going to say?"
>Trixie takes a deep breath
>"Well Trixie was going to ask what would happen if Trixie maybe sort of liked you." She spurts
>You are VERY Confused
"Huh?"
>She covers her mouth
>Guess she didnt mean to say that
>"Wh-what I meant was... how would you react if, um, TrixieHadACrushOnYou" she said quickly
"Hmm"
>You look at the girl lying in front of you
>She's not a terrible person to be around
>She isn't ugly by any measure too
>She's annoying and a bit retarded, but not malicious
>It's still weird though
"I'd be flattered, I guess"
>Trixie looks at you with a perplexed look on her face

>"ONLY FLATTERED?!" Trixie huffs
"Well... yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"
>"YOU- BECAUSE- WHAT!?" she yells
"You're being weird"
>Trixie clenches her left hand into a fist
>"You should be enthralled by Trixie, madly in love! You should sell all your belongings so that you can live alone with Trixie!" She argues
"I dunno. Sometimes people just dont feel the same way sometimes. Sad part of life."
>Trixie's concerned face turns to that of sorrow
>Uh oh
>"So... you dont feel the same way about Trixie?"
"I'll feel that way about anyone if they're worth the time and meet a few requirements"
>Trixie's face glows
>"WHAT REQUIREMENTS!?" Trixie has a determined face and a finger pointed at you
"Let me think. I dont have them written down or remembered or anything"
>Trixie scoffs
>You think for a second
>You don't even talk to girls, let alone have standards for them
>Your days of lying to people are numbered, you tell yourself
"Uh, responsibility"
>"Trixie showcases that brilliantly" she smugly smiles
"Um... kindness"
>"You cant find anyone kinder than the KIND and... um... KIND TRIXIE!"
"Hmm... cute, I guess"
>"Trixie doesnt have to even say anything about that one." She smiles again
"And last but not least, she's gotta make a good mother"
>Trixie reels back in shock
>Her face goes red
>"N-no comment."
"Why does it matter what I think anyway? You're not even fat."
>Trixie snickers
>"I'm glad you think so, but I have my reasons."
"But, you do know I dont feel the same way, right? I don't know you that well, you don't know me that well. You're just desperate. You know that, right?"
>Trixie looks at you with a blank face
>"Eh... what?" She looks at you dumbfounded
>You sit up on your makeshift bed, and Trixie follows you up
"Yeah. I'm just the first guy you've talked to, so you're just projecting all that virulent barely legal angst and frustration and hormones all over me. Pretty obvious"
>Trixie's face goes red
>"Y-y wh-wh..." she starts
>She looks at you
>"Th-the..." she thinks
>She's thinking really hard
>Then she looks at you with a confused face
>For a good uncomfortable minute
>Then, her face wrinkles
>She looks mad
>Very
>Very mad
>She exhales sharply then calmly whispers
>"I bet... you really believe that, too."