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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 22)
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A measly half-hour in and I was already restless, bored, annoyed, and not liking my shoes very much.
Luckily, Kyle felt the same way, because he kept drifting past me and whispering things like, “Fire!” and “Earthquake!” which at least kept me amused every so often.
Bette handed me a glass of wine. “Here,” she said, smiling. “This’ll make it go faster.”
I drank gratefully. “It’s not that I’m bored,” I attempted to explain.
“There’s just only so many times you can stand people looking at Spencer’s print, then looking at you, and then doing a double-take,” Bette finished.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“You don’t have to stay,” she said, squeezing my arm gently. “I can take you home before dinner, if you want.”
I looked at her and the moment ached. My mouth felt dry. She removed her hand hastily. “Bette,” I said.
“Al,” she said softly. “We’re here together because we made plans a long time ago. Don’t make this more than it is.”
I backed away from her a little bit, stung. “I’m not.”
She looked around to make sure no one was listening in. “This doesn’t have to be difficult.”
“Bette.” I shook my head, a little offended. “It… is difficult.”
She shrugged. “I’m just telling you, don’t let it be.”
I exhaled in annoyance. “You’re ridiculous,” I muttered and walked away. ***** her. And ***** my headache. And *****–
“Hey!” Max Bauer grabbed my arm to steady me as I bumped right into him. “Are you all right?”
“I’m… fine.” Max looked good when he made an effort to comb his hair and stuff. I smiled at him, trying to not seem so stressed out. “Congratulations, by the way.”
“Thank you,” he said proudly. “For more than the compliment, really. I feel like I owe it to you that Bette Porter decided to show my work in the first place.”
Ugh. It was nice that some people remembered all the good ***** I’d done. “Ah, don’t worry about it.”
Max grabbed a drink from the tray as a server passed by. “I heard about you and Bette, by the way,” he said, sipping. “I’m really sorry.”
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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…