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    Filling the Gap

    "Are you okay?"

    "Yes, I am."

    "Are you sure? I mean, you sure head doesn’t hurt. Hang-over?"

    "Bette, I’m okay."

    "What a party."

    "It was nice, I have fun."

    "Good for you."

    "But, we never really have the time to ‘reconnect’. Maybe later?"

    "I have to work."

    "Hmm.." She said as she straddled her. "Tomorrow?"

    "It’s possible."

    "Okay, tomorrow it is."

    "What time are you coming home?"

    "I’ll probably stay at my place, I’ll finish all my work today so you can have all of me tomorrow." She said as she kissed her on the lips.

    "I like the sound of that."

    "Me too." She said again as she get off from her lap. "I have to go, I have a class."

    "Okay, I’ll see you later."

    That’s the scene that woke me up today, Bette and Jodi with their morning ritual. I continued to watch them as Bette kissed Jodi goodbye at the door. As much as ut pained me to see them
    this way I was also intrigued to see why and how they are when they are alone.

    I can’t believe that Bette is with Jodi now, I am the opposite of Jodi. Ftom the way we look, the way we act, our personality is really different. But maybe that’s why Bette is with her, because she’s the exact opposite of me.

    I closed my eyes nit knowing when or how to approach Bette now that I know that it was only me and Bette left in ‘our’ house.

    "Hey." Bette gently said as she tried to wake me up. "It’s already 9 am."

    I pretended to be just waking up and I saw Bette’s concerned face in front of me.

    "I’ll be leaving in a while and I don’t want to just leave you here." Bette explained.

    I sat up on the couch thinking that I’ll leave as soon as possible but Bette told me to have a cup of coffee first and if I like, I can borrow her clothes.

    "Just get anything you like in my closet." Bette said and I proceeded to walk towards her bedroom.

    I never felt like a stranger in this house as I do know. Although, some of the things remained to be where they were before, there were also some things that are unfamiiar to me. Bette’s new clothes or perhaps Jodi’s clothes hanging inside Bette’s closet. It really felt like I’m inside a room where I should not be in.

    I grabbed one of Bette’s wife-beater and a drawstring pants; undressed quickly and slipped Bette’s clothes. The smell of her clothes brings me sooo much memories. But as soon as I remember those memories the scene that unfold this morning came flashing to my mind. Jodi straddling Bette and Bette kissing her.

    I took a deep breathe and I forced myself to stop reminiscing. I have only one thing in my mind right now. Leave this house. Leave this house because it fucking hurts to be in this house.

    "Are you okay? Headache?" Bette asked as I emerged from the bedroom.

    I didn’t realized that I have a massive headache until Bette asked me. I guess the hurt I’m feeling is more in my heart than in my head.

    "Same place." Bette simply said as I opened the drawer which contained the medicine.

    I popped the medicine inside my mouth and Bette was there handing me a glass of water.

    "I’m sorry for crashing in here last night." I said.

    "You’re always welcome here." Bette answered. "You know that."

    But I’m not. I’m really not welcome here anymore.

    "Last night when I asked you if you’re in love with Jodi.." I started and Bette started to look away. "I was hoping you’d say no." I said and Bette looked up and contemplated if she should say something. "The kiss is–"

    "I was hoping that you’ll say the kiss was not a mistake." Bette cut me off.

    "It was a mistake." I told Bette. "But I didn’t regret that it happened." I continued and Bette looked away again. "Bette.. turn around."
    —

    The end. (for now)

    Now, we have to patiently wait for the next episode.

    Comments

    1. I know I know I know… I’m sorry. And now I already watched the new episode.. So let me just say: Your writing and your ideas and images are -as usual- wonderful and beautiful! Thank you for taking the time and thanks for *filling the gap*! Take care and post soon! I promise I’ll comment earlier next time :) Love, w

    2. Hey Krusty, How heart-rendering was this. I am weeping my way through these wonderful words. Great to have you back. I do want Bette and Tina to unite but it has to be equal on both parts. At the moment they are both trying to protect their heart from further heartache yet constantly drawn to one another. I do feel that Bette is betraying Jodi with this secret and illict romancing of Tina. It is sad that it shows that Bette has learnt nothing from her affair with Candace. I so wish that Bette dealt with her feelings for Jodi first before embarking on this affair with Tina. Bette may not know the whys but she should be able to see the potential fallout of all these actions. I guess history is repeating itself again. Brilliant plotting and interesting ideas. Many thanks from Your Loyal Fan.

    3. Tina needs to understand Bette is going to say she loves Jodi as long as she thinks Tina is lost to her. She does love her I just KNOW she is not IN LOVE with her…at least I hope. Love your take on things.

    4. man that gotta be some harsh karma for tina to watch that unfold inside her own home technically, oh how we wish we could change the hands of time

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