Epilogue: The Dark Duet (11 page)

“Claudia! That’s not for snacking, you
bitch.” Livvie spanked the other girl on the ass and both of them giggled.

Girls are so strange. If another man
called me a bitch and spanked me, it would not end in giggles. Although, women
are far more inherently bisexual than men in my opinion. The thought gave me
pause as I pictured Livvie doing very dirty things to the sprite. I turned
toward the living room and made my escape before my dick got any harder. The
kitchen was crowded enough.

Rubio was in the living room unraveling
cords and setting up the PlayStation when I walked in. I was surprised he could
do any amount of labor wearing the pants he had on. I don’t understand skinny
jeans for men. Who wants to walk around with their balls in a vise? For a
second I wondered what Rafiq would think of the fad. A strange sort of
melancholy drifted through me and I set my scotch on the coffee table. The last
thing I needed was drunken reflection.

“Do you need help with that?” I asked.
I needed a distraction.

“No, I got it already. Do you play or
sing?” He beamed at me and I suddenly felt very old and out of touch with the
world I was invading.

“Neither,” I said. I stood there
feeling awkward without a drink in my hand and with nothing to do. Rubio smiled
and put a plastic guitar in my hand.

“You can start
with the guitar. It’s easier if you’re just starting.” He didn’t wait for my
reply before he turned on the TV and loud rock music filled the living room. I
found it annoying but didn’t say anything about it.

“What do I do?” I asked.

“You have to choose a character first.
Then we pick a song and you push the colored buttons on the guitar as they go
by on the screen. I’m going to play the drums.” Rubio seemed excited and I
didn’t understand it. I’d never considered myself socially retarded until that
moment.

I chose a bearded rocker as my
character and got a feel for the toy guitar in my hands. At the very least, I
felt less awkward having something to do. Rubio selected his character and
proceeded to the song list.

“What’s the
name of our band?”

“Sophia picked it. We’re The Sex
Rifles.” He laughed. “She thought it was more gangster than The Sex Pistols.” I
didn’t know who The Sex Pistols were, but I could appreciate Livvie’s sense of
humor.

“Ooh, yes! I want to play.” Claudia
squealed as she joined us in the living room. I looked around for Livvie and
didn’t see her.
Please don’t leave me
alone with both of them.

“Where’s L-Sophia?” I just stopped
myself from saying Livvie and was glad the pair of them were too busy fitting
Claudia with a bass guitar.

“Sophia! Come play!” Claudia yelled at
an obnoxious level. I must have made a face because she responded to me. “Get
used to it, gorgeous man. If you’re going to be part of our group, you’re going
to have to handle our rude-ass behavior. There’s no room for politeness in a
family.” She winked at me. I smiled.

“You startled
me is all; I don’t think you’re rude.” Really, she was very rude. If she
weren’t Livvie’s friend, I’d have shown her some manners. Alas, I had promised
Livvie I was done torturing people who didn’t like it. And as for family, she
was really talking to the wrong person.

Livvie walked in and the happiness I
saw on her face melted me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen her so happy. It made me
jealous of her friends. I’d given up my whole fucking life to be with her and
she never looked that happy with me. She walked up to me and fiddled with the
strap of the guitar.

“Well, look at
you. You making nice, Sexy?” She rose up on her toes and puckered her lips. I
bent down and accepted her kiss without thinking.

“I have a name, you know.”

She grinned.

“I remember, Sexy.”
She turned and reached for the controller and the microphone. “Dinner is ready,
so we can only do one or two songs and then we should eat.”

“The food is so good, Rubi. I’m glad
you met me instead of Sophia first. I’ll never make you anything that good,” Claudia
said.

“What you give me is better than food,”
Rubio replied evenly. He kissed his girlfriend on the cheek and she blushed. I
gained a little respect for them both. Their love was obvious and I hoped that
one day Livvie and I could have what they did… without the skinny jeans… or the
reminder we met under horrendous circumstances.

I felt a tap against my ass. Livvie was
giving me some serious “come fuck me” eyes.

“You ready to
play, Sexy? Make sure you set it to easy so you don’t hurt yourself.”

Some of my anxiety fell away.

“And you better
remember who you’re talking to, or else I’ll have to remind you.”

“Oh, I look forward to it.” She squeezed
my ass. I shook my head and laughed. “Okay, I’m gonna do ‘Eye of the Tiger’.”

“You always do that one,” Claudia
whined.

“Shut up! When it’s your turn to sing,
you can pick the song. Don’t embarrass me in front of Sexy. I want him to
marvel at how talented I am,” Livvie said.

“You should let him read your smut. I
bet he’d love that.” Claudia made claws out of her fingers and scratched at the
air in a motion no one in their right mind would think is sexy but was supposed
to be.

“Is that what you’re always writing on
your laptop?” I smiled wide, knowing I was going to get my hands on Livvie’s
laptop at my earliest opportunity. Livvie looked ashen for a second.

“It’s nothing.
Forget it. Let’s play already.”

“Oh come on, Sophia. It’s so good.” She
turned to me. “It’s about this girl who—”

“Claudia!” Livvie said seriously and
glared.

“Fine. Okay, let’s play,” Claudia said
sarcastically.

My interest was piqued before, but I
became like a dog with a bone after Livvie’s reaction. I would be asking
questions later, that much was certain. For the moment, I decided to focus on
the plastic guitar in my hands and pushing the right buttons. It was a good
thing my mind is so quick, because even on medium I was having a tough time
keeping up with the rush of colors going across the screen.

The intro seemed to take forever, but
once Livvie began singing I found myself swept up in the game. Livvie’s voice
was beautiful, raspy and powerful. She seemed filled with so many talents I
didn’t know about. I wanted to know all there was to know about her. I
fleetingly wondered what talents I possessed that could possibly compare with
hers. She turned toward me during an instrumental section.

“You’re doing
good! I suck at guitar.”

I winked at her.

“Trying to
concentrate, Pet. If you don’t mind.”

“Ha! Play on, rock star, don’t let me
stop you.” She went back to belting the chorus and I wondered how her lungs
were capable of holding so much air.

Finally, the song ended and I skated
through the round with a seventy-five percent success rate. The rest of the
band scored in the nineties and Livvie the highest with ninety-nine percent. A
fact she wouldn’t stop gloating about. I’d never seen Livvie so smug, and I
felt my chest expand with something akin to pride at seeing some of my own
mannerisms in her. We’d come so far, and I was oddly desperate to see where we
could go.

Claudia sang next. Her softer, more
lyrical voice did well with “Nine in the Afternoon.” I had a hard time keeping
up with the guitar but seemed to be out-performing Livvie, who was attempting
to play bass with her entire body. Her tongue was out as she concentrated on
the screen, paying no attention to the way I stared at her every chance I had.

After Claudia finished her song and
everyone laughed at my sixty-two percent accuracy (Livvie only had sixty-five,
and why they chose to only make fun of me, I’ll never know—bastards), the
decision was made to sit down to dinner. Livvie’s table wasn’t large enough for
all the food and guests, so we served ourselves in the kitchen and brought our
plates to the table. It was all so strange to me. I felt a bit like an outsider,
even if I’d literally been closer to Livvie than either of her friends.

Once everyone was seated, I picked up my
fork, eager to get into the turkey and stuffing when Livvie stayed my hand. I
looked at her and purposely growled. She only smiled and patted my hand.

“Not yet, Sexy.
It’s Thanksgiving. We have to go around and say what we’re thankful for.”

“I’d be thankful if we could eat,” I
muttered. I put my fork down and looked around the table. They were all smiling
at me. It was creepy. Believe me—I know creepy.

“Sophia, it’s your house. You should go
first.” Rubio suggested.

“Okay,” Livvie said and took a deep
breath. “Well, first, I want to say I’m thankful for the food. I can’t wait to
eat it. But, more importantly… I’m thankful that I’m here at all.” She
swallowed, and the sight of her eyes becoming wet with unshed tears made me
want to tell everyone to leave so I could kiss her into forgetting everything
she was feeling. Instead, I had to sit and pretend I wasn’t the villain in
Livvie’s life. “It’s been a difficult year for me. Last year I spent Thanksgiving
alone. I didn’t know where I was going with my life or what I wanted out of it
anymore. I was… heartbroken and miserable.” A tear rolled down her cheek.

“Sophia....” Claudia reached for Livvie
across her boyfriend’s chest. Livvie smiled.

“No, it’s okay.
I don’t mean to cry. It’s just… this year, I have two of the greatest friends a
girl could ask for, an apartment of my own—in Spain! And I…” She looked toward
me, and damn it I could feel myself getting caught up in her emotions. “I have you.
I have a place to belong. I have a family that loves me. I’m deeply grateful
for that. I don’t know where I’d be without it.” She wiped at her cheek and
shook herself. “Eww, sorry to get all emo. I just love you fuckers, that’s all.
Someone else go now.”

I sat perfectly still in my seat,
trying to process exactly what I was feeling. Livvie had included me on her
list. She was thankful for me. She’d found a place to belong with me. I felt
exactly the same way, but I could never be so casual with expressing my emotions.
Perhaps if we were alone, perhaps if we were in the dark, or imaginably naked,
then I could tell her. But everyone was looking at me. Livvie was smiling
sweetly, encouragingly. Claudia’s stare was much more invasive and practically
tried to intimidate me into speaking. Rubio simply waited. He was a patient
sort. I cleared my throat and smiled.

“Well, it’s
difficult to top that, but I’ll try to offer something.” I looked toward
Livvie. “I know we haven’t known each other long. We’ve only been seeing each
other a month and a half.” She smiled at me with narrowed eyes. “However, I can
honestly say… these have been the best six weeks I’ve ever had. I’m thankful
for the time we’ve been given so far, and I hope that by next year—” I looked
toward everyone else, “I’ll love all you fuckers as well.”

Claudia and Rubio laughed. I returned
my gaze to Livvie. She was staring at me with an expression I hadn’t quite seen
before. I liked it.

“I’m thankful for good food, great
friends, and love. May God bless this food and our friendships,” Rubio said
quickly and succinctly. I looked away from Livvie reluctantly and smiled.
Claudia pulled Rubio toward her mouth roughly and kissed him much more
passionately than was perhaps appropriate at the dinner table. Young love. That’s
what I wanted.

Claudia whispered to him in Spanish,
“I’m thankful for you, my love.” To the rest of the table, she said, “I’m
thankful for my family, my friends, and all this food. Now please, let’s eat
it!” Everyone laughed and agreed it was time to eat. I picked up my fork and
dove into the turkey and stuffing. It was my first Thanksgiving and I
immediately decided we would celebrate it every year.

Over dinner, I listened to Livvie
discuss classes with her friends and the movies they were watching. They had
been watching Stanley Kubrick’s work and discussing it in class. Claudia and
Rubio were fans, but Livvie felt a lot of his work lacked in its ability to
communicate a clear message to its audience.

“All this talk about
A Clockwork Orange
, like it’s the
greatest movie ever or something,” Livvie said around the turkey in her mouth.
“I’d say two-thirds of the people who saw that movie didn’t fucking get it.
It’s the emperor who has no clothes. Enough people called it brilliant that the
idiots who didn’t get it pretended to understand it just so they wouldn’t be
called idiots—which makes them cowardly idiots. The movie could have been
better. It could have delivered the message of the movie in a much clearer
fashion and inspired some real dialogue about human nature, society, and
psychology as a treatment. Instead, all anyone can remember is the rape scene.
It’s stupid.”

“I have to disagree,” said Rubio. “I
think it’s very clearly a movie about how society doesn’t care about its own
ruination. Society does not care about the disease—it only wants to treat the
symptoms. It does not care that Alex is violent or what happened to make him
such a sociopath. It only wants him punished and ‘rehabilitated’. But there is
no such thing as behavior control. It has to be a choice, a person has to
choose to be a better person, and the only reason they choose to be better is
if there is a reason. Alex was forcibly rehabilitated with aversion therapy,
but once he went back out into the world and encountered all the violence that
was still out there he became violent again. It’s the nature of human beings.
Kubrick did an incredible job.”