Trixie Wants It

by Starlight Shadow

Rating: teen
Tags: Human, Featherweight, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Trixie, Random
Length: 1080

The second Trixie saw the girl with golden curls, she knew she had to have a piece of that. Now how to go about getting it...

The second Trixie saw the girl with golden curls, she knew she had to have a piece of that.

Now how to go about getting it...

Published 2014-07-26 20:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-07-26 20:20:02 UTC

i am so sorry

Trixie's plans for the band she would form were already racing through her head. Possible members, songs they would play, everything would have to be in the top percentage in order to not only win, but gain the attention of her.

The girl with golden curls who had suggested the "Battle of the Bands" had entranced Trixie the moment her gaze had turned towards her and her hand had grazed the purple star hairclip she normally wore and now refused to clean ever again. "You're a star...", she had told Trixie. Her heart had begun to race as she and her friends continued to sing, telling them all how powerful they could be, if only they set out to prove it.

Yes, Trixie could see it now, her name in lights, the crowd roaring, and Miss Golden Curls - Adagio Dazzle - struck dumb by her skill with a guitar. Trixie would lean down and offer her her hand, which Adagio would gleefully accept, scrambling up to the stage beside her. And in the throes of passion and victory, they would passionately kiss, the crowd's cheers reaching fever pitch at such a brash declaration of love born onstage.

It seemed to be a bit warm in the cafeteria all of a sudden. Trixie began to fan herself with one hand as students began to sit back down, mumbling darkly and making their own plans. Right. She needed peanut butter crackers and a notebook, as well as a pen. Peanut butter crackers helped her think. It wasn't like she was addicted to them or anything. They just tasted really good, and helped her think. Couldn't a girl just like the taste of peanut butter crackers, and have an almost desperate need to consume at least three packages of them a day without having to go to therapy every Saturday? Because she totally didn't have a problem. Shut up.

Trixie hustled over to the vending machine and pushed a gold coin into the slot before punching the appropriate combination of buttons that would give her her bounty. She grabbed the package of peanut butter crackers and then headed back over to her table, where only Featherweight sat, in a stark contrast to the infinitely more social middle tables. She would get a table right in the middle of the cafeteria after she had won the heart of Adagio.

After grabbing a notebook and sparkly marker from her bookbag, Trixie flipped to a clean page and began to write a detailed and complex plan to win both the contest and her dream girl. Or, she would if she didn't continuously get distracted with thoughts of Adagio's immense sexiness.

Like dayum. That hip sway. Those golden curls that she rocked way better than Carrot Top. Those amber eyes that effortlessly cut Trixie's soul into ribbons. How was a girl supposed to concentrate when an encounter with such a sexy life form still fresh in the mind? And how could said girl not have a raging crush on said sexy life form? An even better question, Trixie thought.

Before she knew it she had finished her package of thinking peanut butter crackers and a half-finished, incredibly detailed drawing of Adagio Dazzle that highlighted all her sexiest features was on the page in place of a detailed and complex plan to win Adagio Dazzle's heart.

Trixie shook her head to clear it of any Adagio-Dazzle-related thoughts. Right now, it was planning time. After the competition was flirt-with-Adagio-and-hopefully-get-some time.

Trixie flipped to the next page and stared at it, a competitive smile slowly reaching from ear to ear. She scribbled Battle of the Bands Plan of Success and Girl-Winning at the top, then wrote a little 1. on the following line.

After a minute of tapping her pen on the table and thinking without the aid of sweet, glorious crackers, Trixie was struck with a genius idea! She would slowly butter up Adagio over time, showing her how smart and talented and worthy of being in her awesome presence Trixie was, and THEN confess at the competition at the end of her performance! By then, Adagio would be falling into her arms. It would be PERFECT!

She closed the notebook and pen and stuffed both items in her bag. She would still have to write out a plan, but not right now. Now she needed to find Adagio Dazzle and begin the buttering-up plan.

Trixie quickly hustled out of the cafeteria, then glanced left and right to see if she could find Adagio and her friends. After some running through hallways, she did just that, spotting them talking and laughing somewhat evilly near someone's moss-green locker, most likely Adagio's. Trixie's heart skipped a beat seeing her again.

The purple one caught sight of Trixie. "Who are you?"

"I-I'm Trixie. Trixie Lulamoon, and I just wanted to say that I think your song was magnificent." Trixie gulped as the three exchanged glances, and had to stifle a squeal when Adagio looked at her.

"Thanks, I guess." Was that a smile?! It had to be a smile! Well, okay, more of a half-smile-half-sneer-half-neutral-everyday-glance, but still! A smile! Adagio Dazzle smiling at her!

Trixie gave Adagio her biggest smile in return. "See you 'round." She then casually waved and nearly skipped back to the cafeteria. Before she entered, she took a deep breath and got herself under control. She had to look cool and intimidating. Make sure everyone knew the prize and the girl was hers.

She kept up her cool-kid-stride all the way back to her corner table before dissolving into squeals and giggles. Featherweight glanced up from his calculator. "Everything go okay with Adagio? I don't know about you, but she seems kinda scary."

"Everything went perfectly, Featherweight! She even-" Trixie stopped fangirling for a moment and looked at Featherweight in confusion. "How did you know what I was leaving the cafeteria to do?"

"You were nearly drooling, eating your peanut butter crackers too fast, and drawing Adagio in excruciating detail while giggling like a ten-year-old not five minutes before you headed out of the cafeteria." Featherweight deadpanned. "It wasn't hard to figure out." He then went back to his calculator.

Trixie smiled again, this time casually, as she leaned against the table, her shoulders back as she looked over at the cafeteria door, beyond which Adagio Dazzle had half-smiled at her.

"She wants me."

And Trixie wanted some more peanut butter crackers.