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Bisous; #07
I had other worries on my mind. She didn’t know that the girl she was kissing was me, but what was going to happen when she found out.
After that kiss, I finally confirmed what I had suspected all along.
I was in love with my best friend.
I was in love with Bette Porter.
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I couldn’t sleep and stayed awake till dawn.
I had called Bette’s cell thrice since nine, but she didn’t answer.
My nerves were seriously jumping out of my skin.
I wondered if she had known that girl was me. How could she not have recognize my voice; and for that matter, how could I have not recognized hers! Was it the music or the alcohol? I didn’t know. All I knew is that right now, I needed to talk to Bette desperately.
But wait, what happens if she didn’t know it was me? I mean, she did drink a lot last night.
Ok, Helena. Calm the hell down.
I picked up my mobile for the forth time and dialed Bette’s number, to be once again greeted by her voicemail.
I decided to take proactive action against this paranoia.
I would buy her lunch and go over to her apartment; after all, I was worried about her.
I looked up at the clock which was hanging in my living room and watched the second hand tick to exactly eleven-thirty.
Time sure passed slowly when you were anxious.
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I had gotten three sets of sandwiches and juice from one of the delis that Bette and I loved to frequent for our Saturday lunches. I skillfully slipped through the front door when it was buzzed open by one of Bette’s neighbors, and headed up to her apartment. As I stood in front of her door, I felt my heart leap up into my throat as I took a deep breath and rang the bell.
There was no sound, not even the faint sound of footsteps. I waited for a few seconds and rang the bell again.
I heard a sudden thump, and a scurrying, before the footsteps came closer. The door creaked open and there was Bette looking absolutely hideous. Her hair resembled a rat’s nest; obviously her back-comb from last night was still tangled. Her eye liner was smudged underneath her eyes and she was still wearing her costume from the party.
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(49 votes, average: 3.65 out of 5)
clearly, elizabeth is bette, right? i mean, helena, think about it…the bette we know, when determined, she gets what she wants…she wants to meet chloe…idk, maybe its not bette…pps
yeah, sure, just another day’s work… ^^ i still enjoy this! =) ps: you did a great job in the spotlight!
This is getting goooood. I love this story. Helena has to much on her mind but I think she’ll put two and two together….if she doesn’t and walks into that hotel room and Bette is standing there the sh*t will hit the fan. pps.
Great update! This is going to be a date to remeber. I just hope all is calm, when they do meet. By the way how did you enjoy your time in the spotlight? And would you do it again?
Chloe is so about to be revealed has Helena! I love the story! It is intriguing at so many different levels. Why does Bette dislike escourts so much? Can’t wait for the next post – it should be an interesting hour!
I’m sure Bette knew Chloe was Helena when she kissed her. She is just in denial. Interesting that she is able to track her down so quickly. It will be interesting to see how their meeting goes. This original and clever story might be over pretty soon. :-(
oh my god, you can possibly leave us like that, your killing us!!!!!!
Helena mind is not working right. How will she explane this to Bette. thanks
Uh oh, this is gonna be some kinda good!!! Loved the update…PPS