Complicated by You by Kenya Wright Page A

“But maybe we should discuss this?”
    “Fuck you, Jay.”
    “What?” He held out his hands.
    “I don’t want to share him.” I shook my head.
    “Why not?” Cynthia formed her lips into a frown. “You could probably have him all to yourself. You guys have that special thing between you, but … I just want to be a part of it. I may never have a normal relationship in my life. When we graduate and move on, I won’t be getting married or whatever. I’ll never have a guy that will get me like Jay does.”
    “You don’t know that,” I said.
    “Why can’t we just share him?” she begged.
    I hid my face with my hands. “Because it’s crazy.”
    “Maybe we should just try it.” Cynthia walked over to me.
    I backed up. “No. I’m not interested. I don’t even get what you’re saying.”
    Jay turned from her to me and seemed unsure of what else to say or how he should handle it. Cynthia had blown us both out of the water with her proposition. Weed smoke clouded my thinking. Lust still pounded in my chest. This was not the time to make a decision so instead I rushed off, dashing through the water toward Pipe as he lounged.
    I kept going, even though Cynthia kept yelling my name repeatedly.

 
     
     
     
     

     
     
    On the television screen, The Rocky Horror Picture Show characters Brad and Janet backed up into the area where an elevator lowered, carrying a transvestite vampire that stomped his white platform heels to the beat of the oncoming song. Diamond studs coated the vampire’s heels.
    Pipe jumped up, placed his hands on his hips, and stomped his own diamond-studded heels. White powder was smeared over his face. Black and purple eye shadow gleamed over his eyelids. Candy apple red lipstick decked out those full lips. A black Dracula-like cape draped his shoulders. Underneath it, he wore a black corset, garter belt, and stockings. Because God is good, he forgot to bring his G-string and was forced to wear tiny shorts instead. Pipe had a hot body, but Pipe in a G-string rang very wrong on so many levels.
    “And now, for my entrance.” Pipe wiggled his hips.
    “Pipe, you’re a sick individual you understand that right?” Jay dabbed at the black lipstick decorating his lips. For some reason when he dressed up with us, he believed that black lipstick made him appear manlier than candy apple red. Pipe and I chose to let him believe it, especially now that he lounged in one of Cynthia’s black floor-length gowns. It stretched over his waist and behind. In the back, rips had already formed. The poor gown would be in shreds by the time he took it off.
    “This is so cool. Do you all do this a lot?” Cynthia shoveled popcorn into her mouth without smudging her own make up. A white lace body suit adorned her delicious body. She exuded sex without even trying.
    And to think, she doesn’t even like sex, when she’s a walking porno waiting to happen.
    “We pretty much do this at least five times a year. It’s pretty hard to get him out of it.” Jay propped his feet on my bed. Sometime while I was at the store getting snacks by myself, Cynthia, Pipe, and Jay put our night tables to the side and pushed our beds together. They’d been calling it the “Love Bed” all night, which caused me to cringe each time it was mentioned.
    I don’t care what Pipe says. The “Love Bed” is going to be separated at the end of this performance.
    “Okay, Evie. Stand up. This is your part.” Pipe gestured at me. I adjusted my boring costume, khaki skirt and a white blouse with pearls. A pout plastered on my face.
    Why do I always have to be Janet? Her role sucks.
    On the television, oblivious Brad talked on about how they should stay in the weird house and that the oddly dressed people in the mansion were just peculiar partygoers. Janet however, noticed the creepy individual, Dr. Frank-N-Furter, riding the elevator and shrieked. This was my part.
    I blinked my eyes and mechanically said, “Hi. I am Janet and I am