Trixie Timmy Novels & Stories

Derwin woods continued: Shawna, Trixie, and Tavie: “GOT DAMNIT TRIXIE YOU ALMOST BLEW MY FUCKING HEAD OFF!” Trixie heard from afar. She stood up looking in the direction of the men she just blew up and saw a pissed clothes.

“What’s your name kid?” “Timmy, Sir. Boy, I’m so excited. Wait til I show my friends at school. They’re not gonna believe I have your autograph.” Cody ruffles his hair, my heart squeezes. It’s kind of difficult to be mad at him whilst he’s being so adorable with Timmy.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

“Then take me home. I need to do something.” Trevor didn’t question it. He drove them both back to the pack house, not saying much, letting the silence speak for them. Once inside, Trixie stripped off her M&M tutu, kicked away her glitter sneakers, and climbed into a scalding shower. Steam filled the bathroom like a cloud of her own fear.

I said and she went back to her food. I got up and opened the door for him. He slipped inside. “Thanks, Ty, so much,” I said. “Yeah man, no problem.” He said as he looked at Sadie. “Sadie, this is my best friend Tyler, Tyler this is Sadie,” I said. He smiled at her. “Hello Tyler, thanks for helping us.” She said and smiled at him. I saw the calmness go over Ty. I knew she had done that. She was good at making people feel relaxed.

"You're still a neat freak old lady. Nothing really changed even after so many years." "H-Hey! What did you just call me?! Old lady?!" Timothy is my childhood best friend and the twin brother of Themis. They look really identical, aside from the fact that Tim is a mischievous and overconfident man who loves to lurk around and tease me. He really is like a younger brother to me. "Why? You're already twenty-seven. You're old enough to get married already." "I'm just twenty-seven years old. Don't say it like I'm a one-hundred-year-old woman."

I have my laptop opened in front of me so I look occupied. ME:: {Yeah? which one did you listen to?} TIM:: {I can’t remember. But if I call you, I bet I can sing it for you} ME:: {I’ll pass. I’m in class, but thanks for the offer.} TIM:: {Okay. I can’t wait for thanksgiving.} ME:: {Geez. Is Ellie that bad at sucking cock?} TIM:: {stop it.}

I wasn’t sure what word to leave Trixie but she was still out running in the woods without a care in the world and I thought it as best to leave it at that. “What are you doing son,” a deep voice said, as we threw our bags in the car. “Hopefully convincing my mate I’m not the asshole she thinks I am,” I said, turning to look at my father. “I see you’ve made a fine mess of things,” he said, his face unreadable. “Been talking to Damien have you,” I said, opening the door. “Damien, Draven. We all want what’s best for Trixie but getting used to her gift is not easy for any of us,” he said, just as a figure pushed past him.

She's relieved to know he's starting to lose interest in her. The tiring activities end at exactly five-thirty! She still has an hour and thirty minutes to visit Margaux's place. She'll convince Havoc to return home. That kid has anger issues. She doesn't know where he gets it. Maybe from Hunter. “Finally!” Trixie chanted. “I want to go swim tonight. Wanna join me, girls?” “What time?” she asked and yawned. “Maybe eight. And, Krysie, aren't you wearing any sunblock before the activities?” Trixie stared at her as if she were an alien. “Your cheeks are tainted with red, even your arms!”

PASSED before his friends arrived, he sent them to the kitchen for lunch. He knew they were tired from the trip and still hungry. "I'm glad we met again!" He said happily while they were in the middle of the table. "Chris, finally, you're with us again." Trist's statement smiled. "Yeah, long time no see. Since Simon disappeared, you've taken his place." Clement said. He took a deep breath. "I didn't do anything, my parents wanted that." He made a sad comment.