It's Complicated by KittyKat5.0 (best manga ereader TXT) 📖

out with you people anymore… Go home,” I huffed in annoyance. Ali, Chris, and Blake immediately stopped laughing and started begging to stay over.

I reluctantly gave in and let them stay the night. All afternoon, we played video games – well, Blake and Ali played video games, while Chris flirted with my brother… disgusting, Connor and Toto were tossing a football between the two couches, and I was in a corner, by the TV, and read a book that Ali brought for me.

I looked up from my book and looked at each of them. Ali was 22 and 5’9 with sky blue eyes and midnight black hair that was almost blue. Her caramel skin, because she was Mexican American, glowing in the sunlight. Her camera, because she was really into photography, glinted in my eyes. Her bruised knuckles standing out against her caramel tone. Her dark clothes, because she was a semi-goth, semi-nerd, pressed. Her hair slightly wet, from her early morning surf. She threw sarcastic remarks at Blake, her boyfriend, as he kept bragging to her about beating her.

Blake was 24 and 6’3 with blue-green eyes and tight black curls. His father had Blake, with some white woman that no one has any idea about, before he met Chris’s mother and married her. He was being his usual loud self and being amused by Ali’s sarcastic remarks to his bragging. He lost a life when he started to tear up, Ali paused the game and tried comforting him, “Baby, why don’t we save the game and play ‘Truth Or Dare’?” Blake immediately broke into a smile, his eyes crinkling with joy. Water dripped onto his nose then – him going cross-eyed to look at it while Ali laughed at his face – telling me that he had gone surfing before he came here.

Chris was 22 and 5’6 with chocolate brown eyes and hair, her skin chocolate brown legs tight and toned from all the practice to be a pole-dancer and from dancing around my house. She was acting cocky, as usual, as she got my brother to drool over them. When she heard that Ali and Blake were getting off the Wii, she jumped at the chance, “I wanna watch Colombiana… or Salt… or the Mask of Zorro… Hmm…,” she said, her love for movies making her indecisive. As Connor and QB began to argue about whether to watch Colombiana or Salt, so she interrupted and said, “Okay, so it’s decided… We’ll be watching Mask of Zorro.” They both groaned.

Toto was 26 and 6’8 with gray-green eyes and flaming red hair that stood out against his pale white porcelain skin. He laughed at Connor and QB with his scary ass self. He started telling them shit, being sarcastic, about how they were getting pushed around by such a tiny girl. ‘Ugh, you jackass, you better be lucky I love you, or I would tell all of them that you’re gay… Damn, sex-addicted prostitute-in-the-making,’ I thought to myself, narrowing my eyes at him.

QB was 26 and 6’9 with bright amber eyes and shoulder-length auburn hair. Him and his nasty self was a man-whore, dating all sluts – I’m surprised he doesn’t have AIDS, yet. I saw him making out with Chris. Chris must’ve been in heaven, but he was only doing it to play with her tongue ring – him and his nasty fetish. ‘I swear, if you hurt my Chris, I will kick you smart ass and shitty attitude into next month. And then I’ll kick your ass again if you start to criticize me for it,’ I thought to him evilly. Suddenly he shuddered, probably feeling my evil glare. ‘Muahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!’

Connor was 25 and 6’10 with storm gray eyes and dark brown hair, he was almost as dark as me from working out in the sun in his boxers. ‘Which happen to be the ones I’m wearing… Maybe that’s why he hasn’t been out exercising lately, because he lost his exercise boxers… Hmm… interesting…,’ I thought to myself. He had left when Chris had put in the Mask of Zorro, probably to go work on his motorcycle or to skateboard around the neighborhood or to pick up his slut of a girlfriend, Jade. Normally, the only emotion that he shows his anger, you’d think that he wouldn’t have as many friends as he did. And we are constantly getting into fights, physical or verbal, especially with his short temper.

‘Speak of the Devil, and she shall come,’ I thought as Jade walked in, Connor’s hand around her waist. ‘Bitch.’ She was 22 and 5’4 with seaweed green eyes and dirty blonde hair that went down to the middle of her back. You’d think, with her being into anime and manga, drawing and painting, and being sweet and bubbly, and having paint somewhere on all the tight clothes that she wears, she and I would be friends. Weeeeeell, we used to be friends, until she slept with the captain of the football team and all of a sudden she’s sleeping with every guy on the football team, including Toto – when he wasn’t gay, but she was the reason he turned.

Anyway, I looked back down to my book when Connor and Jade started making out. It felt like seconds, but when I looked back up, it was dark outside. Jade had left; Connor, QB, and Chris were watching Salt; and Ali and Blake were making out, rolling around on the floor. I had a dead arse, so I went to go sit on the couch, but landed on someone’s boney knees. I looked behind me and looked into Chris’s face. I sat there, staring at her staring at me. Chris broke our staring contest by starting to chant, “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.”

I looked over at him and flipped him off, “Shut the fuck up, whore.”

“Who are you calling a whore, bitch?”

“You, jackass.”

“I don’t think so, tramp.”

“I do, slut,” I went too far… but I don’t care? I looked Connor in the eye, mine widened. I jumped off Chris and made to run away, but he tackled me to the ground before I could take my second step. I started squirming around, trying to get out from under him. Somehow, he managed to flip me over and started tickling me. He knew that if you tickle me for long enough, I start to – and I am so embarrassed to say this – pee. I screamed bloody murder, “Get off me… You big oaf… AHHHHHHHHH!!! S – s – stooooooop!”

“What the fuck is going on, here?!” I looked up at Jade. ‘Uh oh.’

“Hey, babe,” Connor said, trying to get off me, but me thrashing around got his zipper caught on my pocket… somehow.

“Don’t ‘Hey, babe’ me, when you’re sitting on top of another girl…” she snapped. After a while of the two of them staring at each other, she burst, “Are you going to get off of her, or not?!”

“I can’t, babe,” Connor mumbled.

She looked shocked, taken aback even, “Are you cheating on me?” she asked deathly calm.

“Of course he’s not cheating on you, slut,” I said rolling my eyes, my voice full of sarcasm even though I was telling her the truth.

“Fine! If you’re going to cheat on me right in front of me, then… I’m cheating on you, too!” We all looked at her like she was insane.

“Are you fucking KIDDING ME?!?!?!” Connor roared.

Jade looked terrified. I looked at Connor and my eyes widened. He looked like he was about to murder her. Not thinking, I grabbed the side of his face so that he was looking at me, “Calm down,” I made myself calm, soothing, comforting. His eyes softened, Jade let out a shaky sigh and ran out the front door, everybody else looked at me in shock.

“Can one of you get me some scissors?” I asked, looking over to the five of them. Ali jumped up and ran out the room.

After a moment of silence, Chris asked, “How the fuck did you do that?!” I looked at her confused. She saw my face and elaborated, “Calmed him down like that. How’d you do that?”

I looked at Connor and furrowed my brows. I looked back to Chris, “I have no fucking idea,” I said shaking my head. Then, Ali walked back in, scissors in hand. After giving them to me, I clipped the string that attached his zipper to my pocket. I handed the scissors back to Ali, then she left again, to put them away. Connor got off me, his face red, and walked out of the room. After a few minutes, I heard things crashing around. I jumped off the couch and ran upstairs into his room. Shards of mirror and glass littered the floor, pictures by walls instead of on them, his lamp on the floor by the desk, and he was repeatedly throwing a tennis ball at the wall, a dent already on it from the force of his throws.

I walked towards him, cutting my feet in the process, and hugged him from behind. He turned around in my grasp and hugged me back, holding on tightly. I walked backwards, towards his bed, and laid back on it. He buried his head in my shoulder, squeezing his arms even tighter. ‘I guess he really did like her… Huh, who would’ve thought?’ Throughout the whole night, I stroked his hair, trying my hardest to keep him calm. He fell asleep around 11:30; I, on the other hand, didn’t close my eyes until 1:15.

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Text: KittyKat5.0
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Editing: KittyKat5.0
Publication Date: 07-06-2012

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