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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 22)
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So I said nothing. I just sort of stared. She smiled. “You look good.”
I nodded vacantly. Kyle poked his head over my shoulder. “Hi Bette.”
“Hi Kyle.”
“Why don’t you come in?” he asked, pushing the door open a little more. I was grateful that he understood that I was not functioning very well.
Bette chuckled and stepped inside. “You clean up nice,” she commented to Kyle who already knew this to be true and launched into the story about The Quest to Find Good Shoes.
I watched Bette as she listened to Kyle ramble, her hands slung casually in her pockets, her eyes dark, her lips curving into a smile. They were amazing. Everything about her was just sort of amazing.
“You look good,” I said abruptly, apparently interrupting Kyle’s story because they both looked at me with identical startled expressions.
Bette graced me with an inscrutable expression. Lovely. “Thanks,” she said.
“Okaaay,” Kyle said. He pointed up. “I’m gonna help Spencer get dressed. And then… we’ll see you two there, okay?”
“All right,” Bette said.
Kyle waved and rolled his eyes at me as he passed by. I waited until I heard the door shut before I started rambling on like a maniac. “Wow!” I cried. “Are you excited? Because I am. This-is so exciting. I mean, we’ve just been waiting around for this night for who knows how long and it’s finally here and-”
Bette chuckled. “I forgot how weird you are. Come on.” She held out her hand and I took it and followed her, stopping only to grab my bag and lock the door.
***
Another thing I remembered concerning Bette about a half-hour into the opening was how easy it was to be proud of her, and how easily you felt proud of yourself just for knowing her. I mean, every bit of the praise that was being heaped on her that night was so deserved, and I felt happy to know her, and happy that she introduced me to everyone, and just happy to be there.
Or, at least, that’s how I looked. I hoped. I was doing a very good job of keeping my smile pasted on, as Bette held onto my elbow and escorted me all over the ***** place, introducing me to old people, people who were too smart for me, and people who were too boring for me.
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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…