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    Before the Fall – One

    Helena turned to fully face Bette.

    “Of course I am. You’re my friend and I only wish for your well being. How long are you in town for? I’ll have to take you out.”

    “You don’t have to. I know you’re busy. Besides I’ve brought my own company with me.”

    Helena bit her bottom lip and turned back to the bar. Her own company? Helena wondered painfully. A lover?

    “Well. You brought some one?” she asked finishing her ale in one long gulp.

    “Yes. Megan Friedman. She’s–“

    “The sculptor. Yes I know. Mother was impressed when you stole her out from under Gina. So do I get to meet her?”

    “Why?”

    “Why not? You’re dating her. We’re friends. So I should meet her.”

    “Let me think,” Bette said tilting her head to the side and considering for a moment. “No. Now buy me another drink and I just might go home with you.”

    Helena let out an insincere laugh.

    “Ha, ha, ha. That’s really funny. I’d let you meet some one I was seeing.”

    “Now you’re sounding like, Alice. Helena…I’m not dating her. I’m fucking her. They’re completely different things.”

    Helena felt a little bit better at that. At least Bette wasn’t in love with Megan, not that that would have dissuaded Helena. But it would have been an unfortunate obstacle to overcome.

    “So you gonna buy me that drink?” Bette asked bumping her shoulder against Helena’s.

    “I’ll do you one better. Rupert a round for everyone,” Helena told the tall Irish bartender.

    “Oi! Round on ‘Elena here! Belly up you bunch of bloody gits!” The bartender yelled out and was met by a chorus of cheers.

    “Impressive,” Bette mocked.

    “Shut up.”

    “Some one’s upset. What did I do? I came to visit you. I thought you’d be happy.”

    Helena wanted to scowl. She was feeling petulant. Bette hadn’t even told her she was coming and yet here Bette was, wanting her to be pleased and happy about it.

    Then of course Bette wasn’t going to tell her about why she was going to see her mother either.

    “Sometimes Helena,” Bette said with a sigh turning away, “you act like the child you are. I’m going to go.”

    Helena kept her back to Bette.

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    Comments

    1. Fun start. Liked Helena and felt bad for her…didn’t really warm up to Bette much though. She seemed kind of cold and flip in her responses. Thanks!

    2. I’m surprised that Helena would even go that far considering Bette just called her a child. I hope this portrayal of Bette changes cause her flippant ass is not moving me in the least.

    3. Hey Speedy!! Thanks for the Belena/Helebette update. This is interesting! Where are we going with this one? Nice touches with the small screen details. PPS…on both!

    4. I had to reread this story since I speed read through it the first time. I think Bette does like Helena but probably can’t reconcile it since she thinks she’s a “child”. I’m looking forward to see how Bette deals with Helena now that she knows how Helena feels and once she’s had time to contemplate the confession

    5. oh wow…brilliant writing but its difficult to read of Helena wanting Bette so much and have Bette be so cold… plus, to be called a child is past the point of no return, unless Helena is willing to forgo anything!

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