Chapter 2

Tina tries to blink away the tears that threaten to fell in her eyes, she doesn’t want her daughter to see her like this.

She can’t help it, it all seem to happened just yesterday. Tina could still hear the love in bette’s voice as she call her name, the tenderness of bette’s touch that could make all her of her fears gone, the passion and desire that reflects in bette’s eyes as she look at her, and her smile, the smile that can make tina feel strong and weak at the same time.

She still remember her..

Tina closed her eyes as she struggles to contain her emotions.

‘it’s been six years Bette, I miss you terribly’ she bit her bottom lip

Yeah, it has been six years and it all still seems like yesterday

“Bette..” she said, almost whisper as she put the shell back to the small jewelry box, she placed it gently next to the other heart shape shell then closed the small box

She took a deep breath and turn her head to her daughter, “come on, aunt alice is waiting for us at the planet.”

*week’s after the gym scene..

Bette was pulled from her thoughts as she heard alice’s voice

“paging ms bette porter. HELLOO earth to porter are you there?!” alice said loudly and waved her hands in front of the brunettes face

she jump as bette turns to look at her

“Jesus bette I could have had a heart attack! please Don’t scare me like that” alice said hands on her breast

Bette just look at her where ‘what the fuck are you saying’ look

“my God, you really need to replace that ridiculous eyeglass of yours it reminds me of my great grand mother and I feel weird every time I look you in the eyes, those glasses make you look like some alien or something.”

Alice stared at bette’s eyeglass, from it’s very thick black frame to the equally thick glass that make bette’s eyes look small, it’s really getting in her nerves, she knew that the girl behind the nickname four eyed porter is beautiful inside and out, many doubt about the out part though, but alice can’t blame them I mean look at her; she dresses in a VERY old fashion way always had her shirt tucked in her skirt or jeans, hair that always on pony tail alice could not even imagine how many bottes of gel bette’s uses in one day its greasy and soo shiny that even a fly would slide if it dare step on the brunettes hair, ‘and do I need to mention her glasses?’ alice thought, bette could really pass as one of the dedicated and strict old maid teachers that she one has or the female version of mr. bean.