Live, Learn, Become

Chapter 2: An Idea of a Future; Can you see it?

Shane was wrapped up in her own thoughts as they headed down the streets of West Hollywood. They talked back and forth and teased each other about things they had talked about before. Bette wondered if the relationship would change if she were placed in a more motherly role. It seemed strange to think of Shane as her own child but in all actuality it felt good to help her dear friend out of such a situation. Upon arriving at Bette’s home, Shane looked up at the large and well-kept house.

            “This is where you live?” Bette nodded her head.

            “This is where I live.” Shane got out of the car instantly after grabbing her bag and ran up the stairs and stood by the door grinning.

            “Someone’s excited.” Bette said loudly as she grabbed her suitcase. She walked up the stairs and unlocked the door. They both entered and Shane looked around. The artwork filled walls and totally Californian furniture made Shane realize Bette’s interests. She liked simplicity and tranquility. The rooms had an almost Zen feel to them which over all made Shane totally relaxed. Bette smiled and headed towards the kitchen.

            “What would you like for dinner?” Bette asked from the kitchen. Shane followed the voice and sat on a bar stool that was placed along with three others around the island that was truly a marvelous centerpiece in the middle of the kitchen.

            “Pizza… Pasta…. Mac and Cheese?” Bette enquired further.

            “Right now I don’t think I’m in the position to be picky about food B, whatever you make I’m sure will be great.” Bette smiled as her eyes glanced over the inanimate inhabitants of her fridge.

            “Caesar salad topped with seasoned chicken breast it is then.” Shane smiled as she watched Bette take items out of their cooled cavern and placed them on the counter.

            “Can I help?” Shane asked. Bette looked and nodded.

            “That would be great.” Shane got up and took off her jacket and placed it on the bar stool then she walked over to the granite counter top and looked at it with smiling eyes. Then she turned on the water and washed her hands thoroughly using a lot of soap. Bette handed her a drying towel and she dried her hands. She was set to work slicing the chicken breasts into thin pieces of cold pale pink meat. Afterwards she tossed it into the hot pan where it sizzled and slightly jumped. Bette seasoned it and watched as it cooked. They prepared dinner quickly and sat down at the table, which Shane set.