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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 9)
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“Well, I don’t want him wandering all over
“Okay.” She looked down into her glass of water and swallowed. The veil of her hair covered most of her expression, but I got the general idea.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
She looked up, trying to look expressionless. “Uh, yeah.”
“Really? Because you look-”
“Sixty days. It’s just… they always have relapses, don’t they?”
“I think so,” I said carefully. “Most people say that there’s usually a relapse, yeah.”
Bette shifted her eyes away from me. I was about to ask her if she thought Kit was doing okay in rehab, when Kyle came back in, looking exhausted and depressed.
“I put the seat down,” he announced to Bette.
Bette handed him his water. “Thank you.”
“Yeah.”
Bette left to go get some bedclothes from the closet and I walked Kyle back into the living room. He shot me a grateful look as I set him down on the couch and then perched on the arm, hovering over him.
“Uh, you can stay here tonight,” I told him. “Bette says it’s okay.”
“Thanks.” Kyle yawned. “I guess I need to find a new place to live now, too.”
I shook my head, smiling slightly. “No, you don’t.”
“I’m not living with those two.”
“Kyle.” I drew my feet up onto the couch and leant forward, elbows on my knees. “I mean, what did you think was gonna happen with you and Spencer? You never said anything.”
“I didn’t think I needed to say anything.”
“He had no idea how you felt.”
“Oh, please. Of course he knew.”
I blew my bangs out of my eyes in frustration. “Look, the fact is, you probably fucked things up by sleeping with him so early. I mean, he probably thought you didn’t want a relationship.” I glanced at Bette as she returned with two sheets. She raised her eyebrows at me and tapped my legs to communicate that I should get my feet off the couch.
“That’s such bullshit,” Kyle was saying. He waved his hand at the two of us. “Look at you two. You slept together the first night you met and you still get along great.”
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Yay im first. i just got finished reading ur last 3 or 4 chapters when this 1 came up. the story’s coming along really great POST SOON
This story is awsome. You write the part of Alice so well. It’s like her and Bette are really here. Great job. Keep it coming. I can’t wait for the next post!
this is soooo good, its like im actually Alice… man I feel her pain..
Imagine having someone like betty mad at ya and pretending not to be!! Now that is scary, lmao
lookin fwd to the next catastrophy immensly
Just caught up with last few chapters and really enjoyed each one,love the humour in it thanks
I knew the whole “me shagging her” was going to backfire on Alice one day or another lol
Now I want to know what the two other things were.
And once again, spamming is great :D
xxx
Alice’s abandonment issues about her father, how are you able to incorporate all these little details?
You’re channeling her. She’s a real person, a muse ensconced in her West Hollywood salon, providing material for all you writers, IC included!
I got cha!!!!
Now come fucking on! You can’t leave it like that, not even for a limited amount of time! I (and probably a couple of others) wanna know how they finally got it on. =D
Once again simply excellent! Alices quirks and issues are just incorporated so naturally. I agress with with techgal you must be in touch with a muse.
Ahhhh! I wasnt the first to post!! Grrr… ok, post your next instalment so I can be the first to comment :D
I am so hooked on your writing style! I can’t get enough of it!
This exploration of Alice is amazing. You are breathing life into a fictional character with such convincing realism. Is Bette worried about her street cred? Hmmmm….