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    Denial

    “And you played along with it?”

    “For the sake of Porter’s happiness… yes I did”

    I watched the brunette down her beverage ”What do you need?”

    Interesting, I raised my brows

    ”Right now. What do you need?”

    ”Honestly?”

    ”Always”

    ”For you to come home with me” I played, knowing she would know exactly what I wanting and Helena was the Bette substitute. Am I sounding horrible or what?

    I watched her take a second to process my proposal ”I’ll come home with you if you promise me one thing?”

    ”What would that be?” I actually can’t believe she’s agreeing to this.

    ”All stop off and get some popcorn and ice-cream and just watch one of those gazillion movies you have in your collection”

    ”Not exactly what I was hoping for but sounds better than going home alone”

    Chapter 5

    ”How do I know that this isn’t just one of your one of many ways to get me in trouble?”

     

    ”Geez Bette, your confidence in me is outstanding” I retorted confidently, smiling shamelessly. I noticed Carly walk towards us ”Bette you may be  a shitty girlfriend at times but Carly loves you and that’s gotta count for something so talk to her” Bette followed my line of sight and I heard her take a sharp breath, though Carly had taken her breath away. I have to admit that it brought out the green monster that I had been keeping down. Deep down.

     

    Why was I doing this? Because of my best friend of course and Bette was so deeply in love with her that it made me sick just thinking about it and where did that leave me? Well in limbo, dealing with these…well feelings. It was gross feeling this way.

     

    Had all the woman that I had spent nights with felt this way after I’d leave them to wake up to a cold and empty bed? Was I really seriously that self obsessed? Obviously.

     

    And as Carly reached the table, I stood and placed my hand on her shoulder. Encouraging her to sit down ”Talk” glancing at both of them ”I’m over how moppy you both are over a fucking guest list? I’ll be at the bar, talking that delicious woman I saw come in before”

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