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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 16)
And I would’ve gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for Meddling Max, who came into the room and cried, “
I guiltily dropped the pamphlet from my face and stood awkwardly in the middle of the main gallery where Bette Porter and Max were now both staring at me and my infinite weirdness.
“Yeah!” I said a little louder than I meant to. “Yeah, I’ve been right here the whole time.”
Oh, *****. Bette Porter was coming right toward me. I wished those evil children hadn’t caused the main gallery to clear out. I wished that Max had waited, like, thirty seconds before coming in. I wished that I had the power to melt into the floor and disappear (that last one would be really cool).
Luckily, Max stepped right in front of me, hand extended, and gushed, “Bette Porter. Max Bauer. I hope you remember me,” and Bette had no choice but to shake his hand.
“I think I do,” Bette said politely, although it sounded to me like a lie.
“The Brody Conference,” Max said proudly. “In
“Yes, Max Bauer,” Bette said vaguely. “How are you?”
“Well, I’m a little between projects right now, but I don’t think I could be better.” He put his arm around me, either to accentuate his point, or because he was just so great that he needed bodily contact. Either way, I found myself squished against Max with an excessively amused Bette Porter looking on.
She gestured to me. “And how are you?”
“I’m fine,” I said hastily, and then, for fear of an awkward silence, I added, “And you?”
“I’m all right. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”
“Y-yes…”
“Al,” Max said, squeezing me tighter. “You didn’t tell me that you and Bette Porter were friends.”
“Oh, she didn’t?” wondered Bette, overlapping with my mumbled, “Well, we’re not friends, we’re not buddies, we’re not… yeah.”
At the commencing silence and Max’s bewildered expression, I felt I needed to say, “We’re not… we don’t really see each other much, so…”
“Actually,
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(23 votes, average: 3.43 out of 5)
Bette…coming on to Alice. I gotta say…I’m intrigued.
Again with a cool chapter, I really wanna see how this is unfolding between the two of them…
I just can’t seem to get enough of this story!
rachel..never leave readin ur stories without a smile!! excellent!
luv luv luv this story I cant begin to say how funny your description of Alice and her thoughts are and how many times I have laughed out loud…
And I really appreciate the rate at which you are posting these stories *simply fabulous* continue please…
Every single thing about this story is wonderful. Every. Single sentence, punctuation mark and veiled reference to other characters dialogue, “Say yes, Alice…”
Max The Clueless. Funny stuff. I can so easily see Alice ‘dating’ Max.
Bette spinning her web of charm around Alice. She was defenseless from the minute she dropped the pamphlet. Is Bette really interested in Alice, or interested in the fact that someone else has her?