Complicated by You by Kenya Wright Page B

scared.”
    “You suck, Evie! You know you can do better. You’re being bad intentionally.” Pipe flipped me off. “You’re just mad you couldn’t be Dr. Frank-N-Furter this time.”
    “This time?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “You never let me be him. For ten years, I’ve been begging to be him and for ten years you hog the role.”
    “I was born to play Dr. Frank-N-Furter. You have a great ass and perky breasts. Don’t take this role from me.”
    “Tramp,” I spit the word out.
    “You’re so jealous.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Cyn, honey, can you rewind it a little for me, right to where he gets off the elevator?”
    She did, giggling the whole time and leaning on Jay who’d been eyeing my legs. When he realized I caught him looking, he directed his attention somewhere else. We hadn’t talked at all since the beach. I left them in the ocean, grabbed Pipe, put on my clothes, and waited for them to get in the car. We drove back to the rooms with no further strange happenings occurring, well if one didn’t count The Rocky Horror Picture Show re-enactment as strange.
    The scene began again. Dr. Frank-N-Furter turned and stepped off the elevator. Pipe whipped around, swinging his cape and hitting me with the bottom as he pranced and sang the lyrics to “Sweet Transvestite.” My job as Janet was to scream, faint a tad, recover, and then be overcome as Pipe performed. Pipe blew me a kiss.
    Tramp.
    “Evie’s never going to get over you stealing the role,” Jay called out to Pipe.
    It was no use talking to him. Pipe left reality whenever the song began. A mass homicide killer could storm into the room with a chainsaw, slicing and ripping us apart. Pipe would be singing through the entire horrid scene and not realize what occurred until the end of the song.
    I collapsed on the bed. The way he stomped in those heels made me scared for my delicate toes.
    “You want some popcorn?” Cynthia slid the bowl over to me.
    “No. I’m good.” I stayed on my side of the bed and forced myself to focus on Pipe, instead of Jay and Cynthia behind me. In two days, my life had changed—the best friend I’d drooled over from afar confessed the he desired me too, we made out to the point that we semi-had sex at the beach near his girlfriend, who by the way decided that we should share him.
    What did that even mean? Share him? How did my life turn into a soap opera right before my eyes?
    “Evie?” Cynthia scooted over to me. Pipe’s voice rose in the air. Our neighbors would probably be hitting the wall soon. If Melanie was in, she’d come over and curse us out. For some reason, Pipe and Melanie never got along.
    I turned to Cynthia. “What’s up?”
    “Did you have time to think about what I asked you?” She edged over some more. Her leg smoothed against mine, pressing the lace into the khaki skirt. She wore a smile on her face, one that appeared innocent, like she hadn’t asked me to do some weird threesome thing with her boyfriend.
    “I’m not interested.” I directed my attention to the TV. Dr. Frank-N-Furter had made it to the stage.
    “Why not?”
    I shrugged.
    She sighed. “So then, what will happen to me?”
    Dear God. Get a backbone and leave me alone.
    I grabbed my pillow and placed it in my lap, needing something to dig my nails into and squeeze.
    “He cares about me too, you know that right?” she asked. “He told me he loved me right before we got back to the car. He loves us both. Why count me out of this?”
    “Out of what, Cynthia? You both are together. I’m the one that’s out.”
    “He’ll pick you.”
    “No. He won’t.”
    She batted her eyes in a pathetic manner. I didn’t know if she was doing it intentionally, or if that simply happened when she was really sad.
    “He loves us both. Just try it for me, once,” she muttered.
    I glanced over my shoulder and rolled my eyes at Jay. “Asshole.”
    “What did I do?” he asked.
    “Nothing.”
    “Then why are you