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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 22)
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I eyed the flowers warily. “Who’re they from?” I asked, although the impeccable arrangement made it rather obvious.
Kyle checked the card. “One guess. She wrote you a note.” He held it out to me.
“You read it,” I said, waving his hand away from mine. “I think I’m gonna barf.”
“Uh, okay. ‘
“Reconsider what?” Spencer asked as Kyle left the room to put the flowers in a vase.
I shrugged, as much as a person could shrug while lying sprawled on their back. “I told her I didn’t think it would be a good idea if I went to the opening at her gallery with her.” Spencer frowned at me. “What? It was the way she started off the conversation,” I said. “She was all, ‘
Spencer paused to think. “Well, are you?”
“***** you.”
“That’s not what I mean. I mean, if you went with Bette to the opening, would you use it as an opportunity to try and get back together with her?”
Kyle, who had reappeared and was settling himself into bed with us, looked interested in my response to this, too. I clucked my tongue impatiently.
“I don’t know. No. Probably not.”
“It’s your decision,” Kyle said. “I mean, if you still want to go with a woman who is so obviously incapable of emotions-”
“She’s not, though,” I interrupted quietly. I sighed. “She’s not. She gets passionate about so many things. She’s… she just wasn’t. About me.” I looked up at the ceiling.
“Well, you have to go anyway,” Spencer said. “For me. I mean, you promised.”
“I did,” I agreed.
“So why not go with Bette? And show her that you’re over her?”
“That’s the trouble,” I said, frowning. “I’m not.”
He shrugged. “She doesn’t have to know that.”
***
By the time the opening at Bette’s gallery rolled around, I hadn’t seen her once. Nor had I spoken to her, except to call and say that I would go with her to the opening. But that time was coming nearer and nearer, which led to Kyle chaperoning my drinking of several shots of vodka with an amused expression.
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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…