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    Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 21)

    Story written on August 2, 2005 by rachel_raj.
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    Bette’s mean. Let’s kick her.

     

    “And I realized that I missed you because you’re my best friend.” She smiled slightly again. “You are. I’ve realized that.”

     

    I nodded. This seemed like an unspoken bond between us. It hadn’t been a surprise to me when I realized that Bette had taken Kyle’s place as my best friend.

     

    Bette exhaled again, heavily, blowing her bangs off her forehead. “Alice, I love you,” she said.

     

    My stomach clenched tightly out of fear and nervousness and possible elation. I swallowed. “I-”

     

    “But I’m not in love with you,” she said quickly.

     

    I frowned. My stomach clenched tighter, all elation gone-just fear and nervousness and a little bit of torture.

     

    Bette looked anxious. She took my hand and I let her, but only because I couldn’t really think very straight, everything seemed a little surreal at the moment. “Al,” she said. “I love our friendship and-this-” She indicated the two of us-”isn’t going anywhere, is it? We’re better as friends, aren’t we?”

     

    If she was expecting me to just agree with her, she was seriously fucked up.

     

    “I think…” Bette shrugged. “I just, I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” She let go of my hand and looked at me expectantly.

     

    I found my voice. “Um, you don’t?”

     

    She shook her head, looking concerned. Which I found funny.

     

    “Um, I just-” I shook my head. “You’re breaking up with-”

     

    “This isn’t your fault,” she said, like it was rehearsed. “It’s mine, because I… I want too much out of a relationship and I don’t think I’ll ever get it.”

     

    That hurt.

     

    “Let me get this straight,” I said, standing up. Bette watched me. “You… you love me, but you’re not in love with me?”

     

    Bette nodded.

     

    “And-” I laughed a little, painfully. “It’s not me, it’s you.”

     

    She nodded again.

     

    “And you think we should stay friends,” I finished darkly.

     

    Another nod, this one a little more hesitant, as if it realized the ludicrousness of Bette’s speech and was ashamed to be attached to her.

     

    “Wow, that’s…” I waved my hands a little. “Really *****…”

     

    Bette stood and approached me tentatively. “Are you… okay?”

     

    Yeah, I was cool. Except, you know, for that ***** hole in my chest that was sort of pressing against my insides in this terrible, painful way.

     

    I shrugged. “Yeah.” I looked at the floor. “You’re right, this isn’t going anywhere.”

     

    She sighed, relieved. “Yeah.” We both fell silent, absorbing the moment. Bette said, “That was hard for me to do.”

     

    ***** *****. I hope she didn’t want sympathy.

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    3. Bette and I need to have a serious conversation about this thing she’s doing where she breaks Alice’s heart. That’s not cool. Always, your characterization and dialogue are just… flawless. And I can’t be too upset with Bette. She’s trying to do the right thing.

    4. It sucks to hate Bette when JB is just so hot. The show should have a spin-off, focus just on Alice/Dana/Helena/Lara, with Bette just showing up once in awhile for a sex scene with no lines.

      On a happier note: ‘I laugh in the face of your love, Alice. Ha, ha, ha, ha!’ was hilarious!!

    5. Your dialogue is perfect but I loved this bit of description too:

      “Another nod, this one a little more hesitant, as if it realized the ludicrousness of Bette’s speech and was ashamed to be attached to her.”

    6. Oh. My. God.

      Alice, Alice. I could practically hear your heart shatter into little pieces. My heart goes out for you.

      I am stunned beyond belief. The things Alice went through in terms of Bette. And considering what she had went through and then still remained friends with her ex (later on) just stuns me speechless.

      Rachel, your writing got me stunned, too. Four amazing pages of a rollercoaster ride. Amazing!

      Please keep on doing what you’re doing because you are doing it so right.

    7. Yeah, let’s kick her…to the curb. This is so real and so raw.
      I can’t WAIT to see Bette get her comeuppance from Tina. Bette in love, that’s rich!
      Really, I can wait. I love Alice in this story.

    8. And it all comes full circle. Thanks for painting the picture that we have yet to see on TLW. Makes their friendship on the show have more depth and meaning now, given the history.

      The last line was pricless!

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