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    Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 7)

    Chapter 7: Sacrificial Betterment

    Now, when we last left our heroine (me), she (I) was gaping in slack-jawed wonder at Bette Porter, who was turning into the parking garage of my apartment building, but more importantly than that, had asked me to move in with her.

     

    I won’t lie and say my first thought wasn’t that she was a freak because it definitely was. I mean, I liked Bette. A lot. So much so that I choked every time she flirted with me and got incoherent whenever she looked at me. And I had even had my fun pretending our coffee/lunch/warehouse extravaganza was a date.

     

    But I didn’t think she was weird enough to ask me to move in with her.

     

    “Uh…”

     

    Bette parked and then finally looked over at me. She looked taken aback, probably at how dumb my face looked with my mouth hanging open like that. She scoffed. “Oh, God! Don’t take it like that! Jesus.”

     

    How was I supposed to take it?

     

    “How am I supposed to take it?” When in doubt, say what’s on your mind.

     

    “I didn’t mean shack up with me, Alice. I meant, if you get into a rough spot, I’m willing to offer you a job, and as a result, you’d take the guest room.”

     

    “Why? What sort of job?”

     

    “You’d be sort of a… personal assistant. Mine just quit.”

     

    “Was your old personal assistant living with you?”

     

    “My old personal assistant wasn’t having rent problems.”

     

    I winced.

     

    Bette shrugged. “It’s an offer. Take it or leave it.” She opened the car door and stepped out. I had no choice but to follow her.

     

    The great part was that when we got up to my apartment, Kyle was sitting around in his underwear, eating cereal and watching Bewitched. “Al!” he cried. “Look, it’s a black-and-white episode with the cute Darrin! Isn’t-oh, hello.”

     

    I think it would be fun to try and figure out whose face was redder-mine, Kyle’s, or Bette’s. At least Bette has that nice complexion, though, so her red face was nice to look at and all.

     

    “Is that the photographer?” she muttered in my ear.

     

    “No, this is Kyle. Kyle, this is Bette.”

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    Comments

    1. Oh God am I first? This is too much responsibility. Okay… fantastic, funny insightful, funny. If I didn’t already adore Bette and Alice then this would be the clincher.

    2. Ooh, well! Look at that. I’m the first one. Yay me. I have to say, no matter when you finished this, it is simply fantastic. I’ve honestly never been that much of a fan of Alice’s, but in this fic, I absolutely love her. It’s so funny, with these two, they’re complete opposites – such an Odd Couple, Bette and Alice – but their little clashes are just so funny and charming. It’s nice to see some Bette fic around here that isn’t BnTforeveraneveranever. And even nicer to see someone who’s open-minded enough to consider the possibilities of exploring other relationships between the characters.

      So, um… given any thought to writing any Shane fic, yet? lol

    3. I only just finished commenting on your last chapter, and I get to read the next one. I like that! I really like the way you write; and from the earlier chapters, I love it that you get all the little details right (but I’ll stop there in case I start sounding like Spencer).

    4. I’ve just read this again and split my shorts reading this line:

      “On the television, Darrin Stephens’s ears had grown to triple their normal size and on an entirely emotional level, I felt for him.”

      That’s worth the price of admission alone. Why can’t they write like this on the show? Dammit why can’t Jenny write like this?

    5. So, when Bette tells Alice that they “only dated for 6 weeks” in season two…was she really only referring to living together? Alice thoughts bounce around quicker than a hockey puck on ice.

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