Chapter 13

I would have never anticipated it, but being in love with Bette Porter is great. I have heard these stories and I wouldn’t have thought that she is the romantic kind of girl. I thought she just hits on girls, using her good looks and that killer smile of hers, fucks ‘em and leaves ‘em.

But Bette – well – there are no words for. Bette is extremely romantic, even cheesy at times. She always brings flowers and when she sees something she thinks that I might like, she buys it. She really spoils me and nothing is too much for her.

Sky is really jealous I have found myself this wonderful girlfriend – that’s what are now, girlfriends. I still find it hard to believe, but it is actually true. He says I have to stick to this one because I’ll never find the combination of sexy as hell, winning smile, endless love and care anymore. I’m not planning on letting her go and if she would want to end things, hell, I’d fight for her.

She has this tiny flaw of always being late on dates, but she always gives me that puppy look she knows melts my heart and is emphasised by her chocolate brown eyes. On top of that, she tends to bring me these beautiful bunches of flowers that make it impossible to be mad at her.

It is one of those dates now and once again, my dearest Bette is running late. At half past eight, she finally arrives. I go to the door, wait until she rings the bell and wait a few seconds (I can’t have her thinking I was waiting for her) and prepare myself to give her a good verbal kick in the ass. Of course, when I open the door, I am rendered impossible to do so.

A bunch of flowers jumps in my face and seems to carry itself. Another bouquet I’ll have to give a place in the garden – I can’t throw them away because they hold so much meaning to me (I still have to figure out how to take them home).

Finally, Bette’s face appears – complete with the begging eyes and the pout.