What Can I Say It's Complicated Novels & Stories

Something confused and angry and desperate. This was going to be complicated.

I thought, Well this is going to make everything complicated.

The word landed exactly the way I intended it to. Direct. Uncomplicated. And impossible to misunderstand. Her breath caught slightly. Just enough for me to notice. “Don’t do that,” she said quietly. “Do what?” “Say things like that.” “Why?” “Because it complicates things.” “It already is complicated.” “That doesn’t mean you should make it worse.” A small pause. “I’m not making it worse,” I said. “I’m making it clear.” “That’s not clear,” she replied. “That’s…”

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***

I - AM - IN - TROUBLE! “Did I really... kiss a CEO?”

Wait—you’re the one who broke things off, I’m guessing? I say nothing. He narrows his eyes. "No? Okay, so he broke things off with you. Are you serious? No, way. Why?" I really don't know what to say to him or anybody else, so I just tell him, “It’s complicated.” “Well, good for you, because I love complicated. I think every relationship is complicated.” Trey leans back, watching me carefully. “You’re just not ready to talk about it with me right now, but you will be. So, where were you heading?”

“You should get ready.” I stare at him. “That is all you have to say?” He frowns slightly. “What do you want me to say?” I laugh softly, but it does not feel real. “I do not know. Maybe hello properly? Maybe you missed me too?” His jaw tightens. “Blake,” he says slowly, “do not make things complicated.” Complicated? “When did saying I missed you become complicated?” I ask. He looks around like he does not want attention. “This is not the place.”

“If something is wrong between us, say it.” I stepped closer. “I miss how we used to talk, before everything became… this.” “It’s the trial,” she said. “That’s all. It has nothing to do with you.” “Nothing at all?” She hesitated. “It’s not about you,” she said again. “Good,” I said. “Because I was starting to think you didn’t trust me.” She looked at me, then exhaled. “It’s complicated,” she said. “It always is,” I replied. “That doesn’t mean we turn on each other.”

Only the cold feeling that I should keep him away. "It's about what," he said. "It's complicated." * * *

“It’s complicated.” “It’s always complicated when you say that.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “She’s… different.” “Different how?” I hesitated again. “Just different.” He stared at me for a second longer, then snorted. “Okay. That’s helpful.” “It’s not something I can explain easily.” “Try.” I opened my mouth. Closed it again. Yeah. No. “Later,” I said finally. He shook his head, amused. “You’re doomed.” “Probably.”