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    More Than a Feeling


    Alice jumped into Bette’s car, smiling widely. "Hey Porter! How was your date with Tina?"

    "It wasn’t a date. We were doing a project."

    "Yeah sure, how much did you get done?"

    "About halfway…why?"

    Alice pursed her lips. "Hmm…you got farther than me." Alice said, her eyes twinkling as she added, "Well…in one respect."

    Bette’s eyes went wide as she turned her gaze away from the road. "Oh my God, you didn’t!"

    "Ah-huh." Alice nodded, her smile wide and mischievous.

    "You and…Huber?" Bette turned her attentions back to the road before she drove off it.

    "Yep."

    "Satan’s Love Child?"

    "I still have it on my hand." Alice stated proudly, looking at the mark Michael made. "And…somewhere else."

    "Oh please stop, too much information this early in the morning." Bette both gagged and laughed at the same time. "How did that happen?" Bette asked, but then shook her head. "Wait, maybe I don’t want to know."

    "He’s beautiful Bette. His mind, his body, his soul…they’re all so beautiful."

    "Oh Jesus, you’re possessed."

    "He’s a poet. He wrote one about me.  It was–"

    "Let me guess: beautiful."

    "Funny. You’ll see. He’s a genius trapped, a old soul caged in a young man’s body–"

    "Please Al, I just ate." Bette moaned as they pulled into the school parking lot. They got out and Alice scanned the parking lot. To the side, by the dumpster, Huber was smoking a cigarette.

    "Oh, there he is. I’ll catch you later!" Alice called, waving as she walked toward her new love bunny.

    Bette just shook her head, sighing. "Fucking hell."

    "That’s a nickel in the swear jar for you." A voice said from behind her.

    Bette turned to find Tina and Dana standing behind her. "Hey! Hey Dana." Bette greeted, her mood changing drastically.

    "Where’s your friend going?" Dana asked, watching Alice walk away. "I wanted to schedule that interview with her."

    "Oh, she’s off to find her…project partner. I’ll tell her you were looking for her though." Bette looked back at Alice before turning to Tina and Dana.

    "Wanna walk to class with us?" Tina asked, her eyebrows raised in hope.

    "Sure." Bette nodded.

    The three girls walked into school together. Bette smiled as she pictured holding Tina’s hand while they traveled down the hallway. Oh what I wouldn’t do to hold her hand

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    Comments

    1. I wish I could explain why it seems the pricks always get the girls, but alas I am too tired to go into that one. Hopefully Tina’s mom’s cooking won’t kill Bette and they can get a little closer while working on the project.

    2. Manda, two things. 1) I am honestly addicted to this story. It’s so well written. The right amount of humour and angst. 2) You really made me feel for Bette in this chapter. Down with unrequited love! Please, please, please continue to post regularly. You’re helping me to regain all of the brain cells I’ve lost from watching S3.

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