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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 6)
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“Cool. What’s her name?”
“Milk?” Spencer served me a plate of French toast.
“Yeah. Bette.”
“Bette who?” Spencer wanted to know.
“Bet you can’t sleep with her just once,” said Kyle and then laughed very loudly at his own joke. He, for some reason, thinks he’s funny.
“What does she do for a living?”
I bit into my French toast. “What are you, my mother?”
Spencer shrugged. “Just curious.”
“She’s an art gallerist, or something. I don’t really-”
Spencer turned and leaned across the island, waving his spatula in my face. “Did you mention my name?”
Oops. “Uh… no.”
Kyle snickered. “Nice one.”
“I didn’t think to,” I said. “Sorry. I mean, I just met her.”
Spencer shrugged. “It would just be nice if I didn’t have to work at Ikea for the rest of my life.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll say something the next time I see her.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure you’re going to see her again?”
“I… yeah. Yeah, I am.” I chewed guiltily. “I’m really sorry. I’m sure she’d love to look at some of your stuff, Spence. I just… forgot.”
Spencer turned back to the stove. I put more syrup on my plate.
Kyle, who can’t stand to not have people talking about him for more than five minutes, broke the silence with, “I got laid last night, too.”
“Yes,” Spencer said dryly. “I know.”
“
“Uh, congratulations.”
“Guess who it was?”
“Who?”
“No, guess.”
Does anyone really think that that’s fun? “Uh… Colonel Sanders.”
“What? Ew.” He took a moment to recover from that. “Billy Ruckert.”
Why did that sound familiar? “Billy Ruckert… Billy… Oh, my Billy Ruckert?”
Kyle grinned. “He wasn’t your Billy Ruckert last night.” He paused. “I hope not at least.”
“Oh, my God. That is so-fucked-Kyle!”
“What?”
“I didn’t know Billy was bisexual,” Spencer mused.
“Neither did I,” I said.
“He’s not,” said Kyle in a very matter-of-fact tone of voice. “He’s pansexual. So, when you dated him? He wasn’t dating you for your *****, Al; he was dating you for your mind.”
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That was really funny – In fact I’m glad all my co-workers have gone home because I just fell off my chair laughing. Great chapter and thirding what techgal said.
Simply sublime!
Alice’s running commentary is just so insightful, for both of them. This quiet, sometimes introspective Bette is interesting to watch unfold. You are blending the quirky and the sophisticated nicely.
Dude u crack me up!
This is solid gold stuff, I only just like started readin it and I like read all of it, just now and man have u like got Alice down or wot!
Well Done u!
rofl. Its just so Alice. :D
You have NOO idea how much these posts & your story is keeping me entertaned at the moment!! I love them!! Please keep them coming!! x
this is great…love the little alice-logue running through her brain.
This Bette is coming across as a highly intelligent, cultured, slighly self-involved woman with a soul. Her thoughfulness of others, with Kit, Spencer and Alice shines through. She’s no Johnny one-note. Alice’s narration is a perfect vehicle for revealing her complexity.
I want to be in this story. It’s so interesting and real!
BTW, I take back my Cher comment…
damm the three amigos plus bette, funny stuff.
Moving in with bette that’s a huge step, glad alice didn’t coke again
Oh my god, I was like laughing my head off all along, this is such a great story!!
I have no troubles at all imagining them like that there when they were younger.
Good job!
xxx
techgal, thanks for the excellent comment. can i just second that?
I love it too. Really funny; and so Alice.
LMAO! You’ve got Alice down to a T – I’m lovin’ it.