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lindsaywesker · 1 year

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

Head lice lay eggs to match your hair colour.

There is one divorce in the US every 36 seconds.

Omnicompetent means 'able to deal with anything'.

Will Ferrell turned down $29 million to do an ‘Elf’ sequel.

Women burn more calories during sex if they reach orgasm.

Giving birth is more lethal than skydiving in the United States.

On average people will wait six minutes in a queue before giving up.

There are more bacteria in your armpit than there are people in the world.

Making a list of what you're thankful for can actually decrease stress levels.

Almost half of American adults think dinosaurs and humans co-existed.

The word ‘rooster’ was coined so Americans didn't have to use the word ‘cock’.

A 2019 study found that some men's beards contained more bacteria than dog fur.

The Guinness World Record for "longest kiss" is 58 hours, 35 minutes and 58 seconds.

The McDonald's filet-o-fish was invented for Catholics who couldn't eat meat on Fridays.

To your brain, love is essentially an addiction, and breakups cause it to go through withdrawal.

A lack of education can be as deadly as smoking, according to research from New York University.

If you search for ‘Bletchley Park’ in Google, it will first scramble the letters and then proceed to decode it.

Because using zero in medieval Italy was illegal (it was thought to be satanic), accountants had to use it secretly.

Dungeons and Dragons originally included Hobbits as characters, until the holder of Tolkien's estate sued the game maker.

In 2018, the world's most expensive bottle of vodka (worth $1.3 million) was stolen and found empty on a construction site.

Speeding fines in Finland reflect the drivers earnings. In 2002, a Nokia executive doing 75kph in a 50kph zone was fined €116,000.

In ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’, Dakota Johnson's pubic hair was added using CGI for modesty and to comply with the film's rating requirements.

In 1876, Sigmund Freud travelled to Trieste in Italy where he dissected 400 eels to identify where their genitals are located. He did not find them.

In the movie ‘Titanic’, Jack tells Rose about a time he went ice fishing on Lake Wissota in Wisconsin Lake Wissota wasn't formed until 1917, five years after Titanic sank.

In 2015, a Chinese billionaire bought a $170 million painting by Amedeo Modigliani with his American Express credit card so he could use the points for free airfare.

Dolly Parton recorded a secret song, which she locked in a box at Dollywood's DreamMore Resort. The box also contains a CD player and won't be opened until 2045.

In his original draft of the Declaration of Independence, Thomas Jefferson included a passage condemning the practice of slavery, though it was ultimately removed.

In 2021, after a 10-year-old girl asked Amazon's Alexa for a 'challenge to do,' the speaker replied, "Plug in a phone charger about halfway into a wall outlet, then touch a penny to the exposed prongs."

Warner Bros. initially produced ‘Home Alone’ but, when the budget grew from $14 to $17 million, they were no longer interested, and 20th Century Fox took it over. The movie went on to gross $476.7 million.

In 1992, Mattel released a Barbie doll with a voice box that could speak up to four random phrases from a list of 270. However, groups such as the American Association of University Women found the phrase "Math class is tough!" offensive.

In 2014, a woman named Ruja Ignatova launched a fake cryptocurrency named OneCoin. Despite the currency never existing, Ruja convinced people all over the world to invest. In 2017, after raking in $4 billion profit, she boarded a plane to Greece and hasn't been seen since.

Mike Ilitch, the founder of Little Caesar's pizza chain, quietly paid for Rosa Parks' rent after learning she had been robbed and assaulted in her home at the age of 81 in 1994. He helped her move to a safer neighbourhood and continued to pay her rent until she died in 2005.

Olivia Newton-John’s maternal grandfather was the physicist Max Born, who won the 1954 Nobel Prize for his research in quantum mechanics. Her father was the MI5 officer Brinley Newton-John, who helped break the Enigma codes. Her third cousin is Ben Elton.

A bottle of water can be £1.00 in the supermarket, £2.00 at the gym, £3.00 at the cinema and £4.00 on a plane. The only thing that’s changed is the value of the place. The next time you feel your worth is worth nothing, maybe you’re in the wrong place?

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

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thevintagebarbie · 5 years

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1992 Teen Talk Barbie

Teen Talk Barbie was introduced at the 1992 American International Toy Fair and became available for sale for about $25 in July that year. 350,000 were produced. The dolls contained a voice box programmed with a random assortment of four phrases out of 270 possibilities, including "Will we ever have enough clothes?", "Let's plan our dream wedding!", "I'm studying to be a doctor", "Wanna have a pizza party?", "Want to go shopping?", "Okay, meet me at the mall", "Wouldn't you love to be a lifeguard?", "Let's have a campfire", and "Math class is tough."

#barbie #dolls #90s #vintage #etsy

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curetapwater · 3 years

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There's a Ken doll where you record your voice and he repeats it but deeper. I'd have him say "math class is tough" for equality reasons

Now I wanna draw Barbie and Ken struggling over their math homework together.

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guayabaenjoyer3000 · 6 years

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[barbie voice] math is tough!

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the--blackdahlia · 7 years

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Happy Birthday Rosie (John x Reader)

Title: Happy Birthday Rosie

Summary: Rosie’s 5th birthday

Warnings: Fluff

AN: This is a Don’t Blink one-shot

December 7th came before John could even process it. His little girl was turning five and he had already missed so much. He was determined to not miss any more and he was determined to make this the best birthday ever.

That morning, (Y/n) woke Rosie up for Mickey Mouse pancakes and bacon. John smiled as he watched her eat. It was a weekday, but Rosie was homeschooled. Not that she really needed school right now. She could already read better than most kids her age and she was doing pretty tough math for a kid her age. She had went to school for one week and absolutely hated it.

“So princess, what do you want to do today?” John asked as he watched Rosie.

“Dean is coming?” She asked, her eyes hopeful. He had promised her that he would be there for her birthday. (Y/n) looked over at John.

“I think so sweetie.” He said with a smile. Rosie’s face lit up. She ran to her room to change out of her pajamas and into a princess dress. John looked over at (Y/n).

“He’s not coming, is he?” She asked. John sighed.

“I haven’t talked to him in a while. I figure he’s busy with Lisa and Ben.” (Y/n) nodded and looked down the hallway to where Rosie had disappeared to.

“I hope he remembers his promise.” She said. “Rosie really looks up to him.” John nodded.

“I know.” He sighed. “I just hope he realizes that.”

****

As the day wore on, people who (Y/n) and Rosie had made friends with while livening in Lawrence stopped by to give the birthday princess her presents. Missouri came by and gave Rosie a big hug as well as a great present. But Rosie didn’t want to open any of them. Not until Dean got there. She had a nice pile of presents as she went down for her nap that afternoon.

“Is Dean here?” Rosie asked when she left her room.

“Not yet sweetie.” (Y/n) said. Rosie pouted until another voice chimed in.

“He’s not, but I’m here!” Rosie spun around and smiled.

“Uncle Gabe!” Rosie said happily, hugging the archangel.

“Hey kiddo.” He laughed. “I didn’t realize it was a royal birthday.” He bowed to her, making her giggle. “I brought you a present.” He snapped his fingers and a beautifully wrapped box appeared in his hand. He handed it to her, making her smile. John wrapped an arm around (Y/n), thankful for the distraction from the archangel. But after a while, her joyful mood started to disappear.

“What’s wrong kiddo?” Gabe asked. She just pouted.

“Dean promised.” She said, tears forming in her eyes. (Y/n) hugged her.

“I’m sorry sweetie. Maybe he got busy.” She said. Rosie shook her head.

“He’s mean.” She whimpered. “I don’t like him anymore.”

“Rosie…” John started to say. Rosie ran to her room and shut the door, leaving her unopened presents behind. John sighed. “Damn it Dean…” Just then, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it.” (Y/n) said, going to the front door. She opened it to see Dean standing there. “Dean.”

“Hey (Y/n)…” He said, holding a present in his arm. “Am I late?”

“Almost.” She said, letting him in. “Rosie just got done telling us she hates you and she ran to her room.”

“Damn.” Dean groaned. “I tried to get here faster, but that piece of shit truck I own doesn’t go as fast as…” He trailed off. It still brought back too many bad memories. John went to Rosie’s room as Dean set the present down on the table by the others.

“Dean-o.” Gabe said. Dean sighed.

“Hi Gabe. Still in hiding?” He asked. Gabe shrugged.

“Maybe. Why? Who’s asking?” He laughed. Dean rolled his eyes. John came out of Rosie’s room then with the little girl in tow.

“Dean?” She asked. Dean smiled at her.

“Happy birthday Rosie! Sorry I’m almost late.” Dean said. Rosie forgot about her prior statement as she ran at John and threw herself into Dean’s arms. He smiled and held her, even though (Y/n) could see tears in his eyes. Rosie was so much like Sam, it wasn’t even funny. John could see it too, having seen Sam at that age.

“Here!” Rosie said, wiggling out of his arms and going over to the presents. She grabbed one and brought it over to him.

“What’s this?” Dean asked. Rosie just smiled.

“You can open it!” She said. Dean was about to protest but she had that same look that (Y/n) got when she wanted him to do something. He nodded and followed Rosie over to the couch where she watched him open a present that was from one of the neighbors. It was a beautiful Barbie doll.

As the evening went on, Rosie opened presents and ate cake with Dean. She put the Lion King on and watched it with him, falling asleep beside him with her head on his lap. He played with her hair, much how he used to with Sam.

“Thanks for coming Dean.” John said. “(Y/n) made up the guest room for you.”

“Hey, I promised her.” Dean said, looking down at her. “And if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s keeping promises to my siblings.”

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Sk8er Girl Ch1 (Trixya) - Squeaky Pink

Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a flazeda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

Or: She was a sk8er girl. She said see you later girl. She wasn’t good enough for her (or was she?)

[AN: Pink Shrooms aka Squeaky Pink. We’re writing this together but alternating chapters and POVs. Pinky is mainly Trixie’s POV and Squeaky is mainly Katya’s POV.]

FIRST DAY OF JUNIOR YEAR

Trixie is determined to find the perfect bow for the first day of junior year.

Junior year means SATs, college prep, volunteering, and keeping up her grades. She needs the perfect outfit for such a year. She’s already wearing a pink mini skirt, knee high socks, and blouse. Trixie fastens a pink bow with polka dots in her dirty blonde hair. Trixie grabs her pink backpack with the Barbie keychain and skips out the door.

Trixie lived just close enough to school that there wasn’t a school bus for her, which means walking every day. Trixie puts in her headphones, turns on pop music, and begins her journey.

About five minutes into the walk, Trixie hears the roll and scrape of skateboarders. Her next door neighbor, Katya, and her group of friends are casually skating to school on the other side of the street. She pauses her music to eavesdrop.

“Shit, you have chemistry with Ms. Del Rio?!” Sharon, a goth-esque girl with a black skateboard and soul darker than her board asks incredulously.

“Ooh girl you fucked. And not the good kind of fucked - that was me last night - but the late period kinda fucked. Fucked,” Willam, the sassy one with streaks of blue, pink, and purple in her blonde hair, emphasizes.

Alaska, a tall girl with sharp features, pipes up. “I win, bitch! I knew you couldn’t shut up about your sexcapades the entire way to school. Send me ten dollars via PayPal.”

“Ughhhhh,” Willam moans.

Trixie watches them out of the corner of her eye. Katya is skating around them. Trixie’s impressed, but not that impressed.

“Anyway,” Alaska drawls out. “Katya, you’re not that fucked. My friend Adore had her last year and she’s a really good teacher. But I think they also fucked, so who knows.”

“I hate high school,” Katya groans and then takes off, her friends following behind her.

As Trixie watches the four girls skate off, her eyes are drawn to Katya. Her long blonde ponytail swishes below her helmet. She’s never seen her without that bright red helmet on, and Trixie vaguely wonders if she’s hiding something under there. Probably skater-induced brain.

Although they’ve lived next door to each other for about two years, they’ve never spoken. Sometimes Trixie watches Katya practice tricks in the street while she does homework or paints her nails. She’s thought about talking to her, but Katya’s in a different crowd. Trixie actually cares about school and the way she looks. Katya just puts on dark eye makeup, a flannel, leggings, Converse, and calls it a day. She’s kind of cute, in a reckless way, but skater girls only befriend nerds if they want their homework done. They could never be friends.

“Trixie! Sweetie!” Kim Chi lips and hugs her best friend. “I love your bow, it’s so cute!”

Kim’s face round face dimples when she smiles at Trixie.

“Oh, yes, darling, it’s quite marvelous,” Max, the third member of the trio adds. Over the summer, Max developed an odd fascination with old movies. She started speaking in a British accent and even dyed her hair grey. Trixie’s hard of an “emo phase” but never a “British phase.”

They hug and catch up, pulling out their schedules to compare classes.

“Third period chemistry with Ms. Del Rio. You better work your charm on her, girl,” Kim raises her eyebrow at Trixie.

“I don’t know why everyone’s so worried about her. Is she secretly a cannibal? Vampire? Science is my best subject. Come on, I want to create my own makeup line! As long as I’m assigned a decent lab partner, there’s no way I won’t ace this class,” Trixie says firmly.

The bell rings and the girls head to their classes. Trixie is confident this will be a good year. She will make it a good year, no excuses.

“Will Trixie Mattel please come to the principal’s office?”

Shit.

—–

RU’S OFFICE

Mr. RuPaul sits with his hands folded at his desk. He vaguely reminds Trixie of a supervillain. All he’s missing is a cat to stroke.

“Yes, sir?” She asks as she sits down. Trixie has first period AP History, so she’s anxious to get to class. She rocks back and forth in the chair, toes curling in her shoes.

Mr. RuPaul slowly clears his throat: “Trixie, we’ve been looking at your record, and we’re impressed. Where do you want to go to college?”

“Moscow’s School for Cosmetic Creation Science,” Trixie automatically recites.

“That’s a prestigious academy. But…according to your records you’re struggling in Russian class. And schools want to see versatility in everything. School activities. Charity. Activism.”

Trixie tenses up.

“So what should I do?”

“Overcome your inner saboteur. Diversify. Explore,” Ru says emphatically, waving his hands.

“Uh, okay.”

Trixie can feel a headache coming on. So what he’s saying is…she’s not good enough? All this work only to be told that she’s not what they need.

“But still keep your grades up,” Ru calls after her.

“Yes, sir,” she sighs, shoulders sagging.

In summary, she needs to be everything and more. She needs to have high grades and high SAT and- fuck, Trixie wants to cry.

—–

CHEMISTRY CLASS

Ms. Del Rio stands at the front of the class, hands on her wide hips, eyeing the class from behind her sharp spectacles. She has an excessive amount of makeup on, and Trixie likes her already for that.

“You misbehave? Dention. You fool around? Dention. You burn yourself or spill chemicals? That’s on you.”

“Aw, no detention for burning your eyes out?” Someone whispers behind her. Trixie turns around to glare at Katya, who grins at her. She rolls her eyes and turns back around. So immature.

Ms. Del Rio gives the first day lecture, playing the safety video while Katya makes jokes under her breath. Trixie takes notes. She doesn’t want to miss anything important.

“Alright, class. Lab partners,” Ms. Del Rio announces and claps her hands. “You have been randomly paired. I refuse to make any changes for at least a month. I don’t care what the situation is. They kill your mother? Deal with it. You need to learn to work with others, and if you’re with someone you don’t like… tough.”

Trixie looks around the room and thinks about who she would like to be paired up with. Dela is really smart even if she’s a bit eccentric; Trixie knows they’d work well together. Courtney wouldn’t be so bad.

But then Trixie spots her- Sasha Belle. The girl with the reputation for misunderstanding assignments. Oh my god she cannot be paired with Sasha. Anyone but Sasha. Even Alyssa, the loudmouthed dancer, would be better than Sasha.

“Trixie Mattel and-”

Not Sasha. Not Sasha. Please, God, not Sasha.

“…Katya Zamolodchikova.”

Trixie stiffens at the name. She turns around again in her seat at the frontmost lab bench to see Katya blowing a bubble and curling her hair around her finger. So she does have hair underneath that helmet, Trixie muses to herself as Ms. Del Rio finishes assignments. Poor Courtney and Sasha Belle are paired together. Bendela, stuck with Langanja the smoker, mouths ‘help’ at Trixie.

As the partners meet up, Trixie stays in her seat at the very front of the room. She got in early to snag the front lab bench, so Katya will just have to come to her.

“Hey…” Katya greets, giving Trixie a slight smile. Her voice is deep, dipping down low, as she scoots next to Trixie.

“Hi! It’s about time we got to talk to each other,” Trixie adds, relieved that her lab partner is not Sasha Belle.

Katya hums in agreement, chewing at her gum like she’s over it. “So, uh, you’re, like, really good at school, right? I remember you aced math freshman year, and you had Michelle Visage. No one aces math with Michelle.”

Trixie smiles at the praise. “I heard Ms. Del Rio was kinda tough so we’ll just have to work super hard!”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Katya says, skeptically raising her brow.

“Just follow what I say, alright?”

Trixie already got all the assigned readings from a senior, so she’s prepared. She confidently starts taking out the Bunsen burner while Katya fumbles with the glassware.

“Hand me a beaker.”

“This?”

“No, we need a beaker. Why did you take out a flask?” Trixie sighs.

“Shit. Sorry? Uh, I’m trying -”

“Well try better,” Trixie cuts her off. She takes out the beaker and starts the experiment. She’ll just do it all herself.

From the corner of her eye, Trixie can see Katya’s cheeks flushing red. Katya leans her head in her hands, hair curtaining around her face, and turns the other way. Trixie stares a moment too long at Katya’s soft, blonde waves. She vaguely wants to run her fingers through it before she shakes her head.

Ms. Del Rio announces that students should bring up test tubes to get the solute.

“I’ll get it,” Katya jumps up and grabs a test tube. At least she has the right glassware this time.

Katya returns with the solute and hands it to Trixie.

“Thanks,” Trixie acknowledges and continues to work. Katya is still reading the assignment. How can anyone read that slowly?! It’s not that difficult of an experiment.

“Can I help?” Katya asks, still chewing her gum.

“Uh, sure, can you wash this test tube?” Trixie asks, handing it to her. She doesn’t really need it washed, but it’s better to keep her busy, so she can finish.

Katya’s out of Trixie’s hair for a few minutes so she can finally concentrate. If there’s more of this solution it’ll-

Crash!

The whole class looks up to see Katya, eyes wide, standing by the sink with a shattered test tube by her feet.

“Shit, sorry,” Katya curses as the class laughs. She reaches down, as if to grab the glass with her bare hands, before Ms. Del Rio grabs her wrist.

“Where you not paying attention during the video, Ms. Zamo?”

“Paying attention…? Uh, no. Hell, no.”

The class laughs at Katya’s brutal honesty.

Ms. Del Rio gives Katya a look and takes the opportunity to show the class how to clean up broken glassware. Trixie glares at Katya the entire time. Did she do that on purpose? Why couldn’t Trixie have been paired with someone competent? Hell, even Sasha was looking like a good lab partner at this point.

Trixie’s nearly finished when Katya returns. Aside from Trixie telling Katya to write down the data into the chart, they don’t speak to one another. Does this period go on forever?

“I’m going to wash the glassware,” Trixie informs Katya. “Why don’t you… um, uh, practice lighting the Bunsen burner or something.”

“I can help you clean up, Trixie.”

“It’s fine” Trixie grumbles as she heads to the sink. Katya had already shown how helpful she is with handling glass. As the bell rings, Trixie grabs her pink bag.

Before leaving, she turns to Katya: “Look, I get that you don’t care about school, but this is important to me, okay? I want to do well. I’ll do all of our projects. I can’t take your tests for you, but we’ll get a good grade on this part if you just don’t do anything.”

Katya looks at the floor and nods. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to fuck up school for you, Trixie. I fuck it up enough for myself. I won’t bother you.”

She takes her books from the table and almost runs out the door, leaving Trixie wondering if she was a bit harsh.

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LUNCH

Trixie slams her tray down between Kim and Max.

“Ughhhhh,” she groans, putting her head in her hands.

“What’s up, Trix?” Kim inquires from her bento box.

“Guys. I have the worst luck,” Trixie moaned. “I have the most incompetent lab partner in Ms. Del Rio’s chemistry class.”

“Aw, c’mon love, Sasha isn’t that bad,” Max comforts, rubbing Trixie’s arm.

“That’s just it! I wouldn’t be complaining if I had Sasha! At least she’s somewhat useful. I have this skater girl who just doesn’t give a shit. She’s useless.”

“Which skater chick?” Kim asks between bites of rice.

“Katya. Like, why?! I had Willam in my English class once and she was so funny. Why did it have to be that skater girl!?” Trixie knows she’s being a drama queen, but she’s frustrated.

Kim stops chewing and exchanges a look with Max. Kim speaks first. “You - you know that Katya’s like a skateboarding legend, right?”

“No! And I don’t care! Skateboarding doesn’t get you into college! I mean, I’m glad she’s good at something, because it’s definitely not chemistry. Or handling glassware. Or reading.”

“No, Trix,” Max presses. “She’s, like, ridiculously good. She’s won tons of competitions and has been in the newspaper a bunch. I know you’re busy with volunteering and school, but I can’t believe you didn’t know!”

Kim nods in agreement. “Not only is she crazy good and accomplished, but she’s like a really nice person. She won some money from a competition and donated it all to an LGBT+ charity. I think the article said she also helps kids learn to skate on weekends. I’d definitely give her another chance.”

Trixie takes this all in. She had no idea Katya was more than the neighbor with the great hair, effortless style, and hatred of school. What kind of kid wins money and gives it to charity? She wouldn’t have even thought to do that! And to an LGBT+ charity? Is Katya also a lesbian? Trixie didn’t get that vibe from her, but, then again, Trixie had been paying more attention to her lab work than Katya.

“She’s just…” Trixie tries to defend “…dumb?”

“Trixie Mattel!” Max chides. “I bet if you tried skateboarding you wouldn’t be very good at first! You’d need someone to help you, not make you feel like you can’t do it. Maybe if you actually helped her she’d be able to improve.”

Max is right. Max is always right. Except for that hair color. About that, Max is wrong. Very wrong.

“You’re right,” Trixie concedes. “I’m… fuck. I’m the worst. Next class I’ll apologize and see if she’ll start fresh?”

“Definitely,” Max agrees and pats Trixie on the back.

Trixie picks at her food. She tried skateboarding once and nearly broke more bones than she can name. She imagines Katya teaching her how to skate, eyes sparkling under the smoky eye makeup. Katya would hold her hand and tell her how to balance better.

Ugh, she has to make this right.

AFTER SCHOOL

The day drags. Trixie just wants to head to the library to get ahead on some work and then head home. She feels bad about reprimanding Katya since she never even gave her a chance. Who does that?!

When the last bell rings, Trixie sets up in the library. She finishes her social studies and chemistry readings for the week within an hour. She stands up to stretch and pack up her things. Time for the long walk home. At times like these, she wishes she could skateboard so she could get home faster.

As she nears her house, Trixie sees Katya skateboarding by the little park across from her street. She walks closer to watch, something she’s never done before. Damn, Katya really is good. She seems to be in her own world, doing tricks with the bench like it’s child’s play. Trixie just watches her for a little bit. She swallows, knowing she should apologize.

Katya looks up and makes eye contact with Trixie. She doesn’t smile, but instead ignores her completely. Okay, Trixie knows she deserved that. Trixie watches as Katya attempts an even more impressive trick than before, landing it perfectly.

“Hey, Katya!”

She looks up then skates over to her. “Yeah?”

“I can’t believe you’re even talking to me after how I acted,” Trixie admits, this time it’s her turn to look at the ground and avoid eye contact. “Look - I’m really sorry for being harsh today. Science - it’s just my thing. Like skateboarding is yours. If I had to do your thing, I’d be such a mess. Much worse off than that test tube.” Trixie cracks a small smile, wanting Katya to know that she’s actually trying. Katya returns her small smile with one of her own.

Trixie continues, “I don’t think you’re in the way. Well, maybe at first but you’ll get better. I can help you, if you want. I don’t know. I’m just… sorry.”

She holds eye contact this time, although she desperately wants to look away from Katya’s piercing green eyes.

Katya sighs. “You’re just so confident with chemistry that it makes me anxious I’ll fuck up. And then I do fuck up. But like… you were wrong. I don’t think I’m too cool for school, I’m just not that good at it. You know what, whatever. School is done for the day and I’m done with it. Wanna see this cool new trick I’ve been working on?”

Trixie nods. How could Katya be so… nice? She could have just skated away, but she actually wants to be around Trixie?

Katya does some more tricks on the bench, each one more advanced than the next. Trixie notices how happy Katya looks. Katya’s element was definitely on a skateboard and not on the periodic table.

“Watch this!”

The trick goes well, but the landing does not. Katya falls, hard, scraping her forearms as she slides forward on the asphalt.

Trixie gasps and runs over. “Ohmygod, Katya! Are you okay?!”

That looked like such a hard fall. She hopes nothing is broken.

“Y-yeah I’m fine, thanks. That wasn’t that bad of a fall, honest. I- I don’t really fall that much anymore unless I’m practicing something new, but - crap I’m bleeding.”

Her forearms are scraped up and Trixie springs into action. “Don’t worry! I have a first aid kit! I’m always prepared!”

She takes out a pink bag from her backpack and opens it up.

“ Here, let me help,” Trixie says as she gently places a barbie Band-Aid on Katya’s arm.

“Thanks. Barbie? That’s cute,” Katya replies with a warm smile. Trixie likes the way Katya’s eyes crinkle. It’s a good look. Also, how are her teeth so straight and white?

Trixie only realizes she’s staring when Katya asks, “So, uh, what else do you have in your ‘Always Prepared’ bag?”

“Everything! What do you need?”

“Hmm,” Katya ponders dramatically. “Well, a new test tube would be helpful…” Trixie playfully swats her thigh. “Hey! I may be a nerd but I don’t carry around test tubes.”

She adds an eye roll for effect as Katya giggles. Wow, that’s a cute laugh.

Trixie stands up and helps Katya to her feet. “For real, though, this bag has a lot! Alcohol swabs? Got ‘em. Barbie Band-Aids of all sizes? Check. Tissues? Of course.”

Katya’s full on laughing now. “You’re like a Boy Scout! Always prepared!”

“Well, would a Boy Scout have one of these!?” Trixie asks, dramatically revealing a tampon. She notices Katya cringe a little bit. Weird.

“Uh, well, uh… probably not,” Katya looks down and blushes.

Trixie smirks at her, wanting to go back to the joyful mood. “Are you afraid of tampons, Katya?” she teases

“No! No, of course not. That’s ridiculous. I - I just realized I told my mom I’d start dinner and totally forgot to do that. So I’ll see you around?” Katya moves her skateboard in front of her.

“Um, yeah. Sure. See you soon?” Trixie replies.

Katya nods and skateboards off towards her house.

Although her departure was odd, Trixie can’t help but smile to herself as she walks the rest of the way home. She really likes being around Katya for some reason.

Trixie finds herself focusing on something else. All she can think of is a certain skater girl. She has such a pretty face! Trixie’s head is up in space; she needs to come back down to Earth.

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