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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 6)
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Chapter 6: Nearly Impossible Positions
As I recall, Bette had dropped me off at the club so I could retrieve my car and I had a Kit Porter article to type up, which was why I nearly killed myself on the way home-the lightheaded Bette Porter feeling combined with the happiness from getting the interview and the general craziness of the 405 on a Saturday afternoon meant that I decided to drive like an insane idiot.
Luckily, I made it back to my apartment in one piece. And when I got inside, Spencer was making French toast and Kyle was watching an old re-run of The Love Boat, so all was good in the world.
“Where’ve you been?” asked Spencer as I dropped on the counter. “Put those in the basket, please. Do you want French toast?”
“Uh, sure,” I said, tossing my keys into the basket by the door and taking a seat.
“Where were you all night?” he asked again. Kyle came in from the living room and sat next to me at the island as Spencer served him his French toast.
“Yeah, you didn’t come home last night,” Kyle said, with his mouth full. “Spence, milk or something, come on. Where did you sleep?”
“Uh… elsewhere.” I watched Spencer pour Kyle a glass of milk. “When did you become his *****?” I wondered aloud.
Kyle erupted into peals of laughter, but Spencer merely raised his eyebrows and turned back to the stove. “I beg your pardon,” he said under his breath.
“Where’s elsewhere?” Kyle wanted to know.
“I spent the night with someone,” I said slowly. “I’m sure you know how that works, Kyle, come on.”
“Someone?” He shoved some food in his mouth. “A guy someone or a girl someone?”
“A girl someone.”
“Did you hit it?”
“Don’t be an *****,” Spencer chided him. “Al, do you want syrup or…”
“We have syrup?”
“We do.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, come on,” Kyle whined. “Did you hit it? Of course you hit it, right?”
I sighed. “Yeah. I hit it.”
Look, it’s probably unethical, but I couldn’t stand the thought of Spencer and Kyle knowing that I had spent the night with Bette Porter but hadn’t actually slept with her. I mean, I have a reputation to uphold around here.
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That was really funny – In fact I’m glad all my co-workers have gone home because I just fell off my chair laughing. Great chapter and thirding what techgal said.
Simply sublime!
Alice’s running commentary is just so insightful, for both of them. This quiet, sometimes introspective Bette is interesting to watch unfold. You are blending the quirky and the sophisticated nicely.
Dude u crack me up!
This is solid gold stuff, I only just like started readin it and I like read all of it, just now and man have u like got Alice down or wot!
Well Done u!
rofl. Its just so Alice. :D
You have NOO idea how much these posts & your story is keeping me entertaned at the moment!! I love them!! Please keep them coming!! x
this is great…love the little alice-logue running through her brain.
This Bette is coming across as a highly intelligent, cultured, slighly self-involved woman with a soul. Her thoughfulness of others, with Kit, Spencer and Alice shines through. She’s no Johnny one-note. Alice’s narration is a perfect vehicle for revealing her complexity.
I want to be in this story. It’s so interesting and real!
BTW, I take back my Cher comment…
damm the three amigos plus bette, funny stuff.
Moving in with bette that’s a huge step, glad alice didn’t coke again
Oh my god, I was like laughing my head off all along, this is such a great story!!
I have no troubles at all imagining them like that there when they were younger.
Good job!
xxx
techgal, thanks for the excellent comment. can i just second that?
I love it too. Really funny; and so Alice.
LMAO! You’ve got Alice down to a T – I’m lovin’ it.