“Alright then you big bully, lets get started!” She leaned in for a kiss, and as her lips met Bettes she felt Bette’s apprehension. She pulled away quickly and handed Bette the gel. “You want to do the light bulb?”

Ten minutes later, having done everything else, they were crouched over Franklins chair with the glitter glue, when they heard the sound of footsteps outside. Panicking, Tina pushed the grid under the sofa, and then clambered under the desk with Bette and the bag. The tight space meant the two were completely squashed against each other, their faces within centimetres of each other. Tina could feel Bettes warm breath, which made her realise she was holding her own. They waited for the sound of the footsteps to pass, or worse still, the noise of the door sliding open. The footsteps paused. Tina whispered ever so gently under her breath

“Sorry” Bette put her finger to her lips and then moved them to Tina’s painfully aware of how close their bodies were to each other, fighting her intense urge to completely close any gap. Tina readjusted herself, and as she did placed her hand on Bettes stomach. They heard the footsteps begin to move away, and Bette couldn’t restrain herself any longer. She pushed her mouth forward and began to ravage Tina’s mouth, as she wrapped her arms around the delicate blondes body. Tina, completely engrossed in the thoughts of what would happen if they were found, was caught completely unaware as she found herself the recipient of Bettes passion. She felt her heart soar, as Bette bit her bottom lip and then pushed her tongue into her mouth. When they broke apart, the smile on Tina’s face was of undeniable love. Bette saw it and suddenly began to feel very Closter phobic. She scrambled out from underneath the desk, avoiding looking at Tina,

“I have to go! I have to get out of here, I cant, I just cant”

“You cant what?” Tina asked, confused and upset

“I just cant, its too much, I’m suffocating!!! I cant do this!”

“No you’re wrong” Tina felt the tears well up in her eyes as Bette climbed back into the vent. “It’s not too much! It’s not too much at all! It’s the opposite. Its not enough. I’m not enough for you. I never have been.”

Bette could feel the hot tears streaming down her face mix with the dust and form a dirty paste as she pushed her way out as fast as she could, choking, not from the amount of grime invading her lungs, but from the pure frustration that had been building inside her for a while now.