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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 12)
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Chapter 12: Formation and Demolition
“Is that her?”
“Which one?”
“Oh, my God,” I said, annoyed. “Right there.”
Kyle pointed. “Her?”
“Stop, don’t point.” That was Spencer.
Kyle whistled appreciatively. “That’s the one, Al?”
I nodded, leaning back in my chair and grinning. “That’s the one.” Bette rolled her eyes at me and removed her arm from around my shoulders.
“Really?” Kyle looked alarmed. “You don’t think she’s attractive, Bette?”
Bette seemed annoyed with the entire conversation. “I don’t think she’s not attractive,” she said finally.
“I think she’s gorgeous,” Kyle said. “And that’s saying something because I’m-”
“The gayest person in the world,” Spencer acknowledged, causing Bette and I to laugh.
“What’s her name?” Kyle asked me.
“Marina Ferrer.”
Bette looked at me curiously. “Is that your Italian accent?”
“It’s the best I can do,” I said, nodding. “Stop looking like you’re trying not to laugh. God.”
“Okay.”
“Bette speaks Italian,” I announced to the table. Ew, why is she shooting me that dirty look? She is so ridiculous. “What? You do.” I added defensively, taking her hand under the table, “I think it’s cool.”
Spencer drained the last of his espresso and wondered out loud, “Are you two one of those couples who take an hour to tell a story because you’re always like, ‘No, you tell it. You tell it so much better’?”
“Ugh, I hate those couples,” I groaned.
Bette agreed. “Like-who is it, Colleen and Tamara? They’re like that.”
“Yeah, they’re… ugh.” I waved my hands to dismiss the topic of conversation. Spencer looked bewildered, so I attempted to explain: “We went to a barbecue at their house last weekend and-whatever.” I gestured to Bette. “You tell it, it’s just so stupid.”
“No.” Bette shook her head. “You can tell it.”
Spencer looked entirely put-out at the whole display. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“I thought it was funny.”
“Christ.” Spencer stood, setting his cup down and delicately wiping his section of the table clean. “We better get going; come on, Kyle.”
Kyle wasn’t paying attention; his eyes were following
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you are doing a great job with this story, i almost feel like i am there with them as it all is unfolding…can’t wait to see what happens next!!!!
I am ssso enjoying your story…I have the most moronic grin while reading each chapter. I love your writing style and your humor!
What does Bette really want? That’s the question.
She didn’t think of Bette once. Not once. Two, three or four times now, that’s a different story.
Dating, not dating. Hard to tell. Bette drove all that way just to return a book. I’d say she is interested in something…….