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Lovesong
“You shouldnt have come here.” I tell her in a moment of clarity.
“I wanted her to get the papers from me. Not a delivery service. Not some random guy on the street. Me.”
“Why?” I ask leaning my body against the door.
“Because I thought I could explain to her why I did the things that I did to her.”
“When?”
“I dont know.” She answered with her head bowed. Her hair covered her face, but even I could tell the woman was on the verge of tears. Before I got the chance to summon the strength to push off of the door, it swung open and I fell almost face first into the house.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Bette uttered.
“Hey cousin.” I said from the floor, blowing air kisses up at her.
“Lets go. Come on.” She said, pulling me into the house. I dont know if she even knew that Tina was still outside of her door. But then again this dragging thing on a hardwood floor kind of hurts.
“Aw, Bette that fucking hurts. Just let me lie in the floor for a bit. I promise that I wont be any trouble.”
“Thats impossible for you, Jude. Now come on. Let me get you to the couch.” She really tried to reason with me. Ill give her points for trying but, I wasnt budging. The floor felt nice enough to just go to sleep. Then the helpful little interloper from outside grabbed my legs and hoisted me up. Made the dragging less painful….Until Bette dropped my arms, sending my head onto the floor.
“OW!!!”
“What the fuck are you doing in here?”
“Um…ow!!!” Nothing.
“Bette I needed to do this.”
“Um…yeah thats great. Can somebody please check to see that if Im bleeding.” Again nothing.
“Get out Tina. Nothing you say here will change what you did to me in that courtroom. You made your position pretty clear, then.”
“If I could just get a glass of water that would be great.” I mumble. I wonder if it was the drunken stupor I was in, or the smack to the head to that was causing me to see all of these colorful spots.
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i luv your sense of humor…please continue!!!pretty please!!!!!!!!
Hey GoGo13, please continue. I want to know whether Jude and Dani get together. Whether Bette and Tina decide to move back in together. And I must say, with your sense of humour… I just want to read more of your stories. So keep it coming. Thanks.
You could continue, lets get the baby in the middle. Two drunks is two to many. thanks
I have been reading and enjoyed it all. You should write another and might I say, please keep Jude.
What? Bette opened the packet and buddied Tina? No, give her more suffer, heehee. I’m evil.
NO way this should be the ending. This story has a lot of life left in it.. Please continue :o)
Yeah, this needs to continue!!
In some ways I understand why you feel this is a place to end, but I do love the character Jude and would hate to see you leave her behind entirely. If you decide this is the end, at least do a sequal. Personally, I think there is still a lot you can do with this story. So, my vote is to continue.
you kno wi want a happy ending… but this was too quick… at least bette should have told tina to get the baby… something…
You CAN NOT STOP NOW. Too much more to say and explore with these two, with the situation they are in. Please continue. Thanks for the post.
now we will hunt you down, don’t even think of ending……pls
well, if this is the end then i think you should post a sequel…how B&T got back together finally and their life
Judy and Alic is funne, now let Bette and Tina talk and work thing out!
Your dialogue was fantastic! Thanks!
Please continue with this story. I like Jude and would like to see her help Bette, Tina and Angelica heal. They don’t have to move in together, but it would be nice to see them date (maybe double date with Jude and Dani) and include time spent with the baby. I am just glad that Tibette are at least on the same page again.
“Oh my God, you killed her!!!” I swear you made me spit my lemon bar. That was so good. Don’t end this story. It’s very clever.