By 'baby' Randy meant his mansion. I was somewhat surprised and then again not surprised at all. I knew he was rich, of course. But when he had told me that he had designed and oversaw the building, I was surprised. It truly was his baby, because he was so invested in it. But what good was a house you could never live in because you traveled so much? That still puzzled me. But I didn't expect to understand anyway, I wasn't rich like he was.

"So what do you think?" he asked, a bright smile on his face.

He had just finished giving me a tour of the whole grounds.

I nodded, "Its impressive."

"Just impressive?"

"Its wonderful," I exaggerated.

He shot me a look before taking a seat on the bed. I didn't think it was possible that Randy could look small next to anything, but that bed made him look like a mouse.

"How often do you get to stay here?" I asked, curiously. I took a stroll over to the window, glancing down at the pool.
"This is the first time I've seen my baby in years," he admitted.

I turned, frowning. "Its a shame you don't get to come here more often."

He shrugged, lying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He left me a few hours later to go get some things from town. I didn't protest, desperately needing time to myself. I took a long bath and read a magazine. When I was finished, Randy still wasn't back. I took to the kitchen to find something to drink. I opened the fridge to find it empty and sighed. I then got my phone from my bag and tried his cell. There was no answer. I frowned and sat down on the couch. The voicemail came on.

"Hey, you've reached Randy. You know what to do."

It beeped.

"Hey, its me. I just wanted to know when you were gonna get back. Its lonely here without you."

I shut the phone then and looked at it a moment. Did I really just say that? That it was lonely without him? Gross, who says things like that? Well Randy does, but he's always been weird.

"Cute," I heard a voice.

I got up quickly and turned around. "John?" I questioned.

He smiled but it wasn't friendly, it was sadistic.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I followed you," he said.

"Why?"

"So I could find out what the hell you told Eve. She left me."

My eyes went wide. How could that happen?

"How.."

He crossed his arms and glared at me. "You tell me."

"I didn't say anything to her, I swear. I wanted you to be together."

I didn't know why but I didn't feel safe. I felt like he was unstable and could hurt me.

"She broke up with me the day after she went shopping with you."

I suddenly wanted Randy to come back, and fast. I felt like I needed someone else to be around, or something would happen.

"There you are!" Eve yelled as she joined us.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I followed him," she said.

I sighed. What was going on?

"Why did you break up with him?" I asked her.

"I want Randy back."

I gapped, my mouth wide open. "You can't have him," I found myself saying.

She rolled her eyes. "Now you choose to claim him?"

"What?" John asked. He looked to me. "Are you with Randy?"

I didn't say anything. Instead I got my phone again, hitting speed dial number 1. He didn't answer again and I sighed.

"Sorry Kel," I heard his voice as he came into the house. "Hands full, can I get some help?" he asked. John and Eve got to the door first. Randy handed the bags to them and looked at me.

"Why are they here?" he asked me.

I shrugged, "They just showed up."

John and Eve set the bags down and both turned to look at Randy.

"What's up?" he asked.

"I want you back." Eve told him.

Randy rolled his eyes.

"I want to kick your ass." John told him.

I didn't want Randy to be hurt in this. Although, I knew something like this was going to happen. How could a love triangle exist if one side tried to leave and mess everything up? In this case the one side was Randy. He left them for me and now there was trouble.

"I thought you wanted John now," I reminded Eve.

She shrugged, glancing to John. He glared back at her. I sighed and looked to Randy. Did he have any idea what to do? I suddenly found myself wanting it to be back to just me and him and the car.

"I think you're both insane," Randy told them. "And you should probably get out of my house now."

He was stern and his eyes were intense. Just then Eve ran over to him, and caught his face in her hands. I looked on in horror as she kissed him, hard. My hands were fists as I went over to them.

"You crazy bitch!" I yelled, pulling at her arms. I threw her to the ground, wondering how it was possible that I could. John and Randy just stood there, watching. I gulped, feeling guilty and happy all at the same time. She deserved it, didn't she?

"What is your problem!" she shouted at me.

"I warned you." I told her and sighed.

She got up and made her way to the door. And just when I thought the chaos was over, John spoke up.

"Well now that you kissed her, I have to kick your ass."

I shook my head quickly. "Leave Randy alone, it's not his fault."

John glared at me, starting my way. I gulped again, feeling the same nervousness I had when he had first come in. "No of course not, its yours."

My mouth fell open. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Until you ruined everything, we were all perfectly happy."

"You were happy secretly hating each other?" I asked, skeptical.

He glared again and Randy spoke up.

"That wasn't happiness," he said.

I watched John for his reaction, waiting. He didn't say anything. I didn't realize that I was between them, in the middle of their friendship.

I turned to Randy, "I'm sorry."

He shook his head quickly. "You have nothing to be sorry for." He said it but his eyes didn't wander from John. I sighed and went to sit on the couch.

I listened to them bicker for the next few minutes. Each man claimed the other had ruined their life. I knew that the only one who had ruined anything had been me. Maybe in some sick way they had been happy hating each other. Who was I to mess up everything for them? Who was I to do what I did to Eve?

"Randy," I said, louder than their yelling.

They both turned to look at me, their brows furrowed in a similar fashion.

"What is it?" Randy asked.

I stood up. "I'm sorry I ruined your friendship."

His brow relaxed and his eyes became sad. "You didn't ruin anything."

I frowned and walked past him, upstairs. I went to his room and sat down on the bed, waiting. The yelling had stopped and I could barely make out what they were saying now. I wondered where Eve had gone. I grabbed my phone and called her.

"I hate you," she answered.

"I'm sorry I called you a crazy bitch."

"I'm not sorry I kissed him."

"I know."

She was quiet a moment. "I still hate you."

"I know."

"Is that all you can say?"

"No. But its all I've got right now.."

She hung up then, with a disgusted sigh.

I sat on the bed a while longer, crying. I didn't know what had possessed me to throw her to the ground like I had. I wasn't a violent person. Randy came into the room then, his hands in his pockets. I looked to him with wide eyes. He came over and held my face in his hands, gently wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

"Do you hate me too?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"The only thing I hate is that you're so quick to blame yourself for everything."

I frowned. He sat down next to me.

"Everything between John and I or John and Eve is a tangled web of lies. And I don't want you to be involved in it."

I nodded.

"None of this has anything to do with you and none of it is your fault."

I nodded again.

"All that matters is that I have you now. You didn't ruin any of my friendships, you were simply able to show me how messed up they were."

He looked at me expectantly, waiting for what I would say.

"Okay," I told him, with a small smile. I understood now.

"Just okay?" he asked.

"I get it now," I told him.