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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 22)
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Chapter 22: With Moving Parts
“We should go to the beach.”
“That’s a good idea. Do you want to go to the beach,
I glared at Spencer, feeling a big headache coming on. “You don’t have to talk to me like I’m five, you know. I’m capable of understanding your conversation.”
Spencer frowned and then glanced at Kyle who frowned back at him. This was my least favorite part-this exchanging of looks, like I couldn’t see them. I rolled my eyes and put the pillow over my head.
“Well, I mean-” Kyle bounced on the bed a little bit. “We know you’re not five.”
“But you are sort of… moping around like a five year old,” Spencer admitted. I grunted from underneath the pillow. “Well… I mean, you could get out of bed.”
“I am in bed,” I told him, “because I am sick. Not because I’m like, heartbroken.”
“You don’t have a temperature.”
“Not every disease has a fever attached to it,” I said, removing the pillow. “I think it’s a stomach thing.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I’ve had a headache ever since you guys came over.”
Spencer shrugged, lying down on his back with his arms folded behind his head. “We’re just trying to help. That’s what we do.”
“Offer ice cream and mean words about Bette,” added Kyle. “That’s our job.”
“Yeah. But don’t tell her I said anything mean-she’s still featuring my art at her gallery and I’d like to keep it that way.”
I rolled my eyes. I heard the intercom buzz in the other room. “Can one of you get that?”
Kyle climbed off my bed and left the bedroom. “Yeah, I got it.”
Spencer turned on his side to look at me. I started feeling nervous with him staring me down, so I looked away, sighing. Finally, he said, “I could call Bette. And tell her I refuse to have my artwork shown in such a hateful environment.”
I snickered and looked at him. He was smiling playfully. “Aren’t you on a contract?” I asked.
“I rip up contracts for sport.”
“Ah.”
“Al, it was a deliveryman,” Kyle said, coming in with a bouquet of flowers, “so I buzzed him up.”
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Heeeeeeeeere’s Tina! lol great story so far.
OMG it’s Tina Kennard!!!
Nan, please, nooo! It must be the first time I don’t wanna see Tina in a story lol
holy shit ur building this excellently..damn im glad alice played it kool..bette can be a major ass!! post soon!
Tina! I’m bouncing in my chair! I can’t wait to see Alices reaction to the start of the Bette and Tina. Great chapter. 5 stars as usual.
Ooooh, Tina’s here! Uh-oh. Alice better get over Bette REAL quick. And I really want to see how Bette and Tina get together through Alice’s eyes.
Please make this be a nice, clean and easy closure for Alice. A character who can make me laugh so hard shouldn’t be in a wading in pool of her own misery. I really want her to be happy, for herself.
Love your fic. Please keep on writing.
Fun! I loved that Alice was trying all night from being inside her apartment to the gallery to make Bette jealous. It’s heartbreaking to see someone hurting that much, but she’s better off without Bette. At least the Pre-Tina Bette.
Now the real drama will begin.
This fic just fucking rocks. It rocks more than granny Clampitt. It rocks like a rowin’ boat in a hurricane.
Please God let somebody look after Alice though – she’s too damn sweet. She’s so sad but so funny too!
I can’t tell you how much I am still enjoying this story…tons!!!!!!!!!!
This has been such a terrific backstory, getting into Alice’s head, Bette’s neurosis, hilarity. Ah but now my heart does little pitter patters as the hot blonde arrives on the scene, I can’t wait to read your insightful words…