Get me outta my head ...Trixie tag Any

[Trixie Michaels]

Trixie had had a hard day on Monday. The fact her own flesh and blood said she deserves the sexual molestation she suffered from her father just ate her up inside. It made all those buried thoughts and feelings come back. She had this need to go get drunk and sleep with someone. Yet she had DJ and she could not just go and cheat on the only person who seemed to be standing by her. Well there was Nate and her grandmother, but neither of them knew the truth. DJ had only really known about her father's worship of the devil. Even he did not know the truth.

Now it was out. The cat was let out of the proverbial bag and Trixie was stuck facing demons she had been burying for the past two years. Demons she could not fight. Ones that made her want to crawl into a hole and die because of how they made her feel. She could feel the touches, and the hear the words her dad would say. It was driving her insane. The images replayed over and over in her head. They would not stop. When she slept she dream of him, the monster in her room asking her to give herself over for the devil. It was horrible.

Trixie had to get it out of her head and drinking was the only way to do that. So it was no wonder she took a flask to school. Something to mellow her out. It use to be that one drink would do the trick, but one turned to two and two was now three. Well you get the picture. Was Trixie an alcoholic...maybe? If you asked her the only time she drank was times like this. She had been doing so good before. Drinking socially and only for fun, but then Jay...Jay had to go and say those things and it sent her mind in a tailspin and her emotions out of whack and now here she was on the beach, rather the Pier with an illegal bottle of Jack since she was underage, wondering if getting trashed in public was worth the consequences.

Apparently they were cause Trixie turned the top opened it up and took a drink. No one was around at this moment. She was not in a bad mood, or a bitchy mood, Trixie was in a drinking mood. That could make her either very nice or very mean. Right now she only had one sip, added to the few she had in school. She was leaning over the railing and looking into the ocean. She did not even see the person standing next to her as she took another sip.

She finally did look next to her and eyed the person, "Care for a sip?"

[Sarah Brody]

Sarah walked down the hall, looking perfect as usual. There wasn't one strand of her poker straight brown hair out of place. Her makeup was impeccable from her pink pouty lips to the thin brown pencil that lined her catlike eyes. Her clothes...perfect as usual...dressed in sleek black dolmen sleeved top and skinny jeans, she knew that she looked good. It really was tiring sometimes, being perfect. Yet, Sarah never faltered. She never let even the tiniest flaw show, even if she liked to pick at those of her peers, exposing everyone for the phonies they were.

She headed out toward the parking lot and got into her car. She didn't have any after school plans so she figured she'd go for a walk. There were some little boutiques by the beach that sold items of designer quality that didn't cost the designer price. It was Sarah's one flaw...she wasn't as rich as the other girls. And while, she could afford some designer things, enough to get by, she often had to go for amazing imitations that no one would ever question anyway because she was Sarah Brody and no one ever questioned her. She didn't let them.

However, as she headed toward them, she noticed a familiar silhouette of the other popular brunette: Trixie. Well, Trixie could afford anything she pleased. Sarah couldn't exactly do her shopping now and she couldn't walk by without saying hello. This type of shopping would have to wait for another time. She'd say hi to Trix and tell her she was just taking a walk. However, when Sarah approached, Trixie simply offered her a drink. Now this would have been the perfect moment for Sarah to make a snide remark about how tacky it was to get drunk in public...but something was off.

Now, Trixie was one of the strongest people that Sarah knew. She hated her for it half the time...Sarah preferred hanging out with girls like Haley who just did whatever she said. But in the end, Sarah still considered Trixie a friend, and they did have a good time together, even if they hadn't been hanging out as much since Trix started dating that DJ guy who Sarah didn't really think was good enough for her, but wasn't going to go there because he was worlds better than that Cameron guy, and Sarah figured that she'd pick and choose her battles.

"Yeah, sure," Sarah said, taking the flask and taking a sip of the vile liquid. Sarah didn't drink as much as her friends did, she just pretended to. But who knew. Something was off with Trixie and Sarah was sick of being perfect. Maybe it was time for a bit of a change. "What's up?" she asked, the other girl as she handed back her flask.

[Trixie Michaels]

Trixie recapped the flask and placed it on the ledge of the rail she was leaning on. Trixie eyed Sarah. She considered her a friend. A high school friend. Although there were times she did not care for Sarah, at the end of the day she was not a bad girl to hang around. Of course the two of them had their issues, call it a power struggle if you must, both girls were popular and neither a follower.

"Nothing, just having one of those days. My brother is being a bigger pain in the ass then usual and my boyfriend is MIA. So I figured why not come out here and get away from life." Trixie needed a break, from life, from everything. She was just over it for right now. Over the crap Jay was bringing, over the facade she held so high. One person walked into her life on valentine's day and now her life had taken a tails spin.

She was nicer, only by a little, very little. Trixie was fighting with her brother, and actually wanting to spill her secrets to her boyfriend, hell she actually had a boyfriend, and one she cared about no less. Yeah her life was changing, or perhaps she was finally growing up. No longer that girl who locked her self away, but a woman who is ready to let it go.

"What about you? How is life going?" She asked Sarah. "Cause for me its stupid. You ever get tired....just tired of it all. Tired of the masks... " She was not really expecting Sarah to understand about facades, she never even detected Sarah might have one too. Or that Sarah might be tired just like her.

[D.J. Mac]

DJ spent the day at the dentist, a place that he dreaded the most. The dentist had found two wisdom teeth making their way in. It was decided then to rip the buggers right from the mouth.

There was pain.

There was blood.

Still it was nothing like getting tackled by opposing teams who want nothing more than to shatter a leg or three.

To make up his absence to Trixie, he stopped by a florist and picked up two perfectly long stemmed red roses to show his feelings for her. After all what girl didn't like getting flowers of some kind?

Against better judgment, he drove to the school, thankfully in the car and not the bike. He walked around to each of his classes getting the missed assignments, which seemed to get longer from class to class. Finally he was done and now the hunt was on for Trixie.

He scouted around for her, when he saw her talking to Sarah Brody. Sarah was okay and all but didn't always see eye to eye with her, but as long as Jay wasn't nearby things could be calm.

He snuck up behind Trixie and covered her eyes. "Three guesses as to who I am." He tried to smile but his face was hurting.

[Sarah Brody]

"Ah," Sarah said simply. She knew that Jay and Trixie didn't always get along, but she usually stayed out of it. She was friends with Jay too, but she was better friends with Trixie, so she tended to here her side of things. "A break from life sounds good though," Sarah admitted. "I mean, I don't have any problems. I'm just bored with high school," she said lightly. Okay, that was only part of the truth, but it was all Trixie needed to know.

She didn't really want to admit that she was tired of it all, even when Trixie was. "Not tired...more just bored," she sighed. "We should like do something...I guess Haley's party's coming up though, that should be fun...I guess," she said trailing off. "And St. Patrick's Day is coming up. Maybe there will be a party. I did get a pretty hot green dress the other day," Sarah smirked. It did all sound kind of dull though...high school parties...she was sort of over it. Or at least sometimes she thought she was. She did want to do something though...something different...she just wasn't sure what that was.

She was facing the other way, so she hadn't seen DJ at first. She looked over the really tall boy with flowers as he covered his girlfriend's eyes. Sarah rolled her eyes when they weren't looking. Great, she though sarcastically, now she had to watch the cutesy couple...that was pretty much the last she needed or wanted... Sarah wasn't a big fan of happy couples...the PDA kind of made her want to vomit.

[Trixie Michaels]

"Yeah bored is a good word to use. I want more excitement that is not drama. Who really wants drama in their life twenty four hours a day." Trixie hated it. She was over it. Over her brother who was the leader in drama cause he over reacted about one night she spent out. Thats where all this came from. Jay was not over the fact Trixie never called. How something like that, got them here she would never know. "A St. Patrick's day party sounds good. Something that is not high school thought. I am almost sick of all the cliques." She told Sarah.

It really was tiring keeping up with everything. Remembering she was the popular bitch that everyone hated except he boyfriend and the few people that she called friends. Yes there were very few. Just cause Trixie hung out with you did not make you friends with her. It usually all depended on her mood of the day. All the sudden her eyes were covered and she heard a voice. A sly grin coming to her face as she turned around.

"Well, well, well...its as if you have sonic hearing, or perhaps I am bigged cause I mentioned your name a few moments ago." She eyed the roses and took them. She placed a light kiss on his lips. Nothing too bad cause Sarah was around. "Trying to kill me with kindess...good luck." Trixie retorted. "What happened to you...your face looks like a chipmunk." She had no idea about the wisdom teeth, but usually when wisdom teeth were pulled the cheeks swelled,only she did not realize that.

She turned around and leaned against DJ's chest. "Were were just talking about how boring life is right now and how much more interesting we could make it...right Sarah." Trixie said smiling. "Oh Sarah...this is DJ, the boyfriend, and DJ this is my friend Sarah." She made the quick introductions. "Speaking of hot green dresses...I know I could find a green dress very easily. We need to find a place to wear them Sarah, cause hot dresses need to be worn. I am sick of being a high school girl. For once it would be nice to not be the high school me..if that makes any sense." In other words she needed a reason to let the facade down.

[D.J. Mac]

The tender touch of Trixie's lips made DJ feel squishy inside...or else it was the novocaine slowly wearing off. Either way it felt good to be around her.

"The dentist found a couple teeth that didn't belong, so out they came." He didn't want to get too graphic with details. "My head feels like how a person looks in a fun house mirror."

Instinct took over and he wrapped his massive arms around Trixie as she leaned into his chest. "Why does the idea of you in a hot green dress sound exciting to me?" DJ asked in a teasing tone. "But as the song says 'but not a real green dress, that's cruel!'" Not many people could quote a line from a Barenaked Ladies song and work it into a conversation.

He did understand her lament of high school though. "Its strange, as kids we don't think of people different than us, its only as we get older that the cliques form. Sad part of that is, it carries over into adult life." Which always seemed to be the case. "My folks always say it never gets easier the older you get."