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Red side of the moon// Trixie Mattel cis X Reader

"Judy never asked her for forever 

Judy never asked her for the moon 

Judy knew that loving her was better 

and no-one knew her heart Judy" 

I sat there on the train, listening to the music play throughout my cabin, the familiar sweet voice made me hold my breath. 

"Judy's never mentioned in the papers 

Judy's never noted in the news 

Judy knew that loving her was safer

 Loving from the red side of the moon " 

I had to close my eyes to keep my emotions at bay, emotions that I had been numb to for so long, emotions that I pushed aside and decided never to revisit again, although as I sat here in my train cabin I couldn't stop the swell of emotions building up inside me. Trixie Mattel, country singer, superstar, this generations Dolly Parton, everyone described her differently, at one time I would describe her as my best friend, my everything. Coincidentally enough I was the Judy in the song, of course my name isn't really Judy, its Y/N, I suppose it would be easier to use the name Judy. I knew that everyone suspected she wrote the song about Dolly Parton and her supposed lesbian lover, they were wrong though, it was about Trixie, about me. 

"Loving you from the red side of the moon 

Loving her was funnier than a Saturday cartoon 

Someday is a story and it's the one I'm sticking to 

Loving you from the red side of the moon" 

God, it had been so long since I seen Trixie, I would say thought about her but that would be a lie. My mind wanders back to the good old days. We had met when we were both teens, both of us at a music camp, I was there to try and gain some talent whilst she was there to better her own. We hit it off right away and became best friends, she was hilarious and even did her best to help tutor me with music, I just couldn't seem to pick it up though. I could have left the camp anytime but I didnt, for Trixie, I would have stayed at the camp forever if she stayed with me. Well, the summer didnt last forever and we eventually had to part ways, I scribbled down my email and my facebook information on a piece of paper and gave her it, hoping that she would contact me. We parted with a huge hug and a promise to stay in contact, surprisingly we did. I lived in Waukesha and she lived in Milwaukee, not even an hours drive away, we often met up and even slept over at each others houses, I had long since given up music and decided that writing was my calling, I'm not exactly sure when things changed. At some point I begun to feel lost without her, it seemed that things shifted and I dont think I was the only one who felt it, one day I went to Milwaukee to spend the weekend at Trixies. Her parents went to visit her great aunt in Virginia so they left Trixie in charge, she was 18 after all. We lay on the large egg like chair Trixie had swinging from the tree in her back yard, the chair was really only meant for one person so we were kinda squashed together but none of us minded. Her soft hand was in mines and I remember admiring her pearly pink, polished nails, we had talk all day and the sun was descending in the sky. We had a knitted blanket draped over us to protect us from the cool breeze from the summer night

"I dont wanna go home tomorrow" I say, leaning my head on her shoulder. She sighs 

"I'm gonna miss you, but your birthday's next month and I'll come to Waukesha, I'll stay for the whole week" she says, I smile at the thought, I would be turning 18 next month and I couldn't wait, I felt like I could really begin my life as an adult then.  

"I love you Trixie" I say, its a phrase that we had both said many times, this time however there was a shift in the air. Trixie turns her head to face me