A little complicated / Janet x Katrina

Dealing with feelings/Katrina's P.O.V.

I had never been to Carol's new house. It had not been what I was expecting. It was rundown. Actually if I was being honest it was an absolute disaster. The house's white paint was peeling off. I could have easily kicked down the door. It had an ancient design. Everything about it was hideous.

"What do you think about it?" Carol gestured to the house. I looked at it in fear. I couldn't tell her it was the most hideous thing I had ever set my eyes upon.

"It is different, not what I would think you would buy."

"Come in." Carol unlocked the door to the house, if you could call it that. The inside was even worse than the outside. Paint was peeling off the walls, everything was dusty. There were even spiderwebs on the ceiling. I took a step in and the floor boards immediately creaked.

When I had moved out of Russia and to Canada I had been lucky enough to have previously saved up enough money to buy a nice place.

"The beehive's in the back. Thank you so much. I woulda had to budget and make cuts to get someone else to take the nest down," Carol told me.

"It is alright. You already bought me vodka when we were hanging out last week. Let us call this even," I responded her as we headed outside. After that brief time in Carol's house I was thankful to be able to breathe nice air. The backyard had a swing set and a slide. There was one chair beside the back door. Carol pointed to the side of the house. There was the beehive. I walked over to it.

"Could you get me some vodka?" I pulled an empty flask out of my purse. She shook her head.

"I don't have vodka in the house but I'll get you some water." She took my flask heading into her house. I rifled through my bag for a minute. I finally pulled out a little container of hairspray. When I was younger mama had taught me little hack to use in the real world like all the uses hairspray had or how to kill someone with only a single finger.

I squinted my eyes biting my finger nails while I sprayed the beehive with the hairspray. I'm not scared of bees. I have never been scared of anything. Ever. But bees were especially annoying. They would fly around trying to sting me. The worst part was, unlike mosquitoes, when I tried to crush them with my strength they wouldn't immediately die.

"I finished." I shouted into Carol's house. I heard a groan from inside. I decided to head in to check it out. The first room I entered was the living room. I could see more toys than carpet.

"I thought Carol said she cleaned up her house last week," I spoke aloud. My gut told me something was wrong. I headed into the kitchen to find a body laying at the table. I could see the roots of their hair were grey but the rest of it was a dyed blonde.

"Hey. I don't know a lot about feelings but you don't seem to be fine," I said pulling out a chair to sit looking at Carol.

"Mmm...nope. I'm totally fine. Amazin' really," she looked up at me. I could see tears pouring down her face.

"I find crying and feelings as a weakness usually." I gagged at the word feelings. "You can tell me what's wrong and I'll try to listen."

"Ugh! Do you know how hard it is being a single mother. I didn't think that everything would be this disastrous. The kids won't listen to me! They always want their father! This house is... have you seen it Katrina? It's so hideous. It's gross. It's unliveable!" She took a deep breath in and out. "Anyways how are you? How's living with Janet?"

"I have...used to have a best friend exactly like you. She was so kind. She would always put me in front of herself. She would put anyone in front of herself. Point is that you should not be like that. I am going to help you with everything. You definitely need it." I told her. She sighed and nodded.

"Thanks. For offering to help." I smiled at her. She reminded me of all of my old girls. Before everything happened, before we grew up. I headed back into the living room. I picked up a couple toys.

"Where do these belong?" I asked her. She pointed down the hallway to a room.

"In the boys room." She told me. I headed towards the room. It was not what I'd thought. It was filled with football and yellow little fluffy monster posters, tiny block toys, and food wrappers. It was a monstrous dirty mess of a room. Thankfully Misha and Sergei liked organization.

***

Carol and I had finished cleaning up her house. It had taken a while and we had to keep the kids out of our way so Carol sent them outside to play. Diamond had groaned but eventually went with the boys. We sat in Carol's newly cleaned house chatting.

"So... after today I think you can tell me what your real thoughts about Janet are," Carol said trying to make eye contact.

"My real thoughts? She's nice. Funny. A great friend." I began to play dumb. Carol wasn't buying it.

"Come on. I'm your friend. I won't judge you if you say you like her." Carol insisted.

"She is not even gay! What about Roger? She just found him cheating on her! She does not like me nor will she probably ever!" I shouted out. Carol laughed.

"What?" I snapped back at her.

"My opinion is that you like her. I think you should see where your feelings take you. You never know, she might feel the exact same way about you." She got out of her chair. "It's getting to be supper soon. I'm going to go get the kids. I'll drive you back to your apartment."

Hi guys! I know I said I'd update on Friday and it's now Tuesday. Sorry about that. Anyways I have some news. I'm thinking about entering the Wattys with a little bit complicated. I was hoping that maybe one of you would want to be my editor. I don't have anything to pay you with so I hope that maybe I could give you a shoutout in the book's description. Comment if you're interested!