Page 125 of I Wanna Text You Up

Virgin.

The lights dim, the famous lips flash onto the screen, and a spark of glee flits through me. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen this movie, I still get excited when the credits begin toroll.

Except for thistime.

As much as I love Rocky Horror and look forward to this night every month, something feels so off about it. I’m supposed to be here with Caleb. Everything with us is supposed to be fixed by now, but he’s gone, and nothing is patched backtogether.

The guy sitting beside me digs into his bucket again, trying to prepare for the audience’s first course ofaction.

“Rice,” I tellhim.

“Huh?”

“You’re looking for the rice. That’s the first prop you’llneed.”

He sends a grateful glance my way. “Thank you so much. This is my firsttime.”

“I know. I cantell.”

“Thatobvious?”

“You’ll get the hang of it. Just follow mylead.”

Someone kicks at my seat and I turn around, glaring at whoever’s sitting behind me. There’s plenty of room between the chairs and no reason mine should be gettingkicked.

The theater is dark, but there’s no mistaking that he’s dressed in a full-blown Dr. Frank-N-Furtercostume.

I give him a cursory glance before turning back around and putting him out of mythoughts.

The first song comes to a close and then we’re heading off to church to watch Brad Majors (Asshole!) and Janet Weiss getengaged.

The poor guy next to me is too nervous to really give his rice a good sling, so most of it ends up in the hood of the person sitting in front of us. He’s really the highlight of my night as the movie continues rolling and I walk him through his propbucket.

A third kick of the night connects with my seat, and I’m officiallypissed.

What is this guy’sdeal?

I lean over to the stranger sitting next to me. “Is he kicking your seattoo?”

He looks at me, eyes wide. “Who?”

Anotherkick.

“That jackass behind us,” Isay.

“No, I don’t feel athing.”

“The hell…” I mutter. “Maybe I’m just imaginingit.”

I do my best to ignore his kicks the rest of the movie, noticing they only happen when I talk to the man next tome.

Ass.

The lights briefly flicker and the virgin damn near jumps out of his seat. This is probably my favorite part of theshow.

“Chill. They’re just requesting for everyone in costume to come down to the front for the burlesque number. It’s much more fun with about twenty or more Franks and Rockys onstage.”

“B-Burlesque?”

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