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    My Reality (9)

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    "Hey Shane," Mark said as Shane walked into the studio.

    "You’re revising your new documentary?" Shane asked.

    "Yeah about the Ebola Virus," Mark said, "pretty narly shit. What brings you here?"

    "I actually came because I wanted to know if you were still dating that cosmetic girl Sandra," Shane said.

    Mark cocked an eyebrow, "yeah why?"

    "Well someone told me something and I wanted to ask her for help," Shane said.

    Mark stood up with grin, "she’s been wanting to do a makeover on you and Bette for months, don’t tell me you two are finally coming around?"

    "Not Bette just me," Shane said with a shrug. "I don’t know, it’s just someone made me realize that maybe there is hope for me."

    "I think Bette has hope too," Mark said.

    "Tell her that not me," Shane said, "so can you call her?"

    "Sure, she’ll be so excited she’ll get to work right away," Mark said.

    "Well I got the week off so she can take her time," Shane said.

    Mark picked up his phone, "oh Shane I can’t wait to see you when she’s done with you."

    ………………………………

    The club was pumping with loud music and full with people to the point that Bette had to hold on to Tina’s hand to not get lost in the crowd.

    "Mrs…"

    "Ah!"

    "Tina," Bette corrected, "it’s so loud in here how are we gonna discuss business?"

    "Ah we’re taking a break," Tina said casually, "relax, take a load off."

    "Well, okay," Bette said. The club was dark and misty and the smoke bothered Bette to no end but she understood that Tina could not be seen in public with someone as hideous as herself.

    The darkness also served to hide Tina’s distress. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she grabbed it. It was a text from Helena, ‘Tina, don’t chicken out now. Take a few shots to be drunk enough to see her as pretty. Imagine it’s a model.’

    Tina wrote back, ‘you heartless bitch.’

    "Bette," she said shutting off her phone, "do you want a drink?"

    Bette blushed, "I don’t really drink."

    Tina smiled kindly, "fine then a soda or juice?"

    "Grape juice, it’s my favorite," Bette said.

    "Great, I’ll be right back, don’t move from here," Tina said standing up. Bette nodded as Tina disappeared into the crowd and made her way to the bar. 

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    Comments

    1. Bette wanting more and Tina’s heart filling with guilt, yet she couldn’t bring herself to tell Bette that her very first kiss was all a sham. – Uh oh. Can’t wait to see what happens next !

    2. well I do wanna kill Tina .. I hope she gets hers when Bette turns into a hottie after someone talks her into a damn makeover.( please for the love of god ).. Tina is being ruthless

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