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Yale – Fall 1996 Tina’s eyes grew wider once Bette’s invitation had escaped her lips, but she also felt compelled for some strange reason to stick around this beautiful brunette who had just appeared in her life so she decided to go along. “Yeah that sounds like a good plan.” She accepted Bette’s invitation right
New York – Summer 2002 Alphaville Main quarters Tina had been up to her neck with work for the last six months. She was sure she was gonna die if they didn’t finish the movie that coming next weekend, but she also knew it was probably one the most important projects she had found herself
LA – Summer 2002 At a karaoke bar Bette was on the stage grabbing the microphone ready to start her song. Sitting at a table right in front of where Bette was standing at that moment were Alice, Kit, Shane, Dana and a few other of Bette’s colleagues that were there to celebrate. “I know
End of Chapter 45… She heard rapidly approaching feet and looked up to see Yaya and Jena Beth rushing down the hall to see her. Jena Beth was distraught and appeared to still be wearing her pajamas despite the fact that it was almost 2:00 in the afternoon. Bette stood and walked to greet them,
The SECRET It got to the point where every kind of female touch gave Rina goose bumps. An accidental brush against another woman’s hand at the supermarket, a hand on her shoulder at the gym, and even, inexplicably, shaking the nursery school teacher’s hand. She kept thinking what would a longer touch be like, if
16 Over the next week, as Tina’s ankle healed, it became more and more apparent to Tina how much her isolation hurt Bette. She knew the brunette was fragile inside, knew she was tender, sensitive, sweet but forgot… or selfishly overlooked… how much Bette would absorb hurts from someone she loved and forge ahead, issues
45 It was pitch black, accentuated in random intervals by cracks of lightening that shook the sky angrily. The water was freezing cold, pushing against her body as she moved through it, rising and falling to obscure her vision. The rain beat down on her, pelting her head and face with stinging drops, adding to
They undressed for bed, Tina lost in thought and worry over Grannie Ellie. It had been so unlike her at dinner to lose her way, sit with strangers and not know the menu of her favorite place to eat. Tina didn’t know how she would cope if there was something seriously wrong with her Grandmother.
FROM 43 – “Tina’s one of us, we would have searched all night for her. It was your damn flag that led us to you, ya know that?” he grinned, and Bette looked at him incredulous. “Wh-what do you mean?” she asked through chattering teeth. “It was higher than those reeds on the bank. I
“Bette! You’re not listening to me again. We have been over this a hundred thousand times. Equal split… equal… Bette… that means half of everything…” “Equal is such a vague term, really. It can mean anything. If you think about the term equal is about appropriate resources and quality and status.” “What the fuck does
It was the morning of their ultrasound appointment and Tina woke up before Bette for once. She glanced the clock, groaning at the fullness of her bladder. She felt like she was in the bathroom a hundred times a day. The other day, Bette joked that Tina was wearing a track in the hard wood
A/N: Disclaimer: This fan-fiction is based on the Irish Girl band B*witched they were popular in the late 90’s. Till they’re breakup in 2002 the events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual ladies in the group no real last names will be used; I’ve changed the names and
Tina couldn’t sleep, which was unusual for the blonde. She normally fell asleep long before Bette but tonight her brain was in overdrive and rest elusive. Swirling, whirling images danced in front of her eyes when she closed them and kept her mind busy as she turned her thoughts over and over, inside out. She
41 Tina smiled, drinking more of her water, her eyes meeting Bette’s over the top of the bottle. “Not Turnip, Baby. Turn. Up. Turnup. Boo called him that and everyone else followed suit. She had a nickname for some of the real river rats, the ones whose family lived there for generations…” “The From Here