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Oasis Part 9
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A love affair was born that day.
“Here,” Helena smiled, putting the soup in front of me. “Eat up.” She ordered, taking the stool next to me.
Eating, it occurred to me that I haven’t had a chance to talk to Helena, to just catch up. I feel like an intruder into her life, despite the life long friendship that we have. I don’t even know where to start, thankfully Helena seemed to read my mind and offered her life to me. Again.
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By the time Helena and I were ready to head out to Kit’s club we were guaranteed to be late. I didn’t have anything that I could wear at Helena’s, so we spent an hour putting together an outfit. Tight black jeans, a blood red blouse that shimmers in the light and my favourite – a $10,000 dollar pair of boots.
My heart is fickle, and I once again found love.
Getting dressed was easy with Helena’s help who helpfully unbuttoned the first 3 buttons on my blouse, reminded me I was going out to a club to listen to jazz, not a meeting.
“Hell’s, it’s draughty out.” I whined.
Tapping me lightly on my head, she threw her arm around my shoulders. “All the more reason. Perky nipples are better to pick-up my friend.” She told me gleefully, knowing that picking up was my last thought for the night. I wanted to hang out with friends, have a couple of drinks and enjoy the slow melody that was Thelodeous Monk.
“I don’t want too.” My god, I am 3 years old.
Helena chuckled. “Yeah yeah yeah, you never do.” She threw at me as we walked out to her car.
When we finally arrived that the club I was engulfed in hugs from all sides.
“Bette, you look gorgeous.” Alice exclaimed, turning me around by my arm. “That blouse so looks better on her Hel.” I blushed, compliments were never really my thing and I never knew how to take them. I remember when Helena and I attended her mothers 3 wedding, we were bridesmaids and the husband to me happen to say we looked gorgeous, and instead of accepting the compliment like any normal human being, I curtsied.
I fucking curtsied.
Helena still likes to bring that out every single time I do something queer.
“Shane so hooked up with Cara last night.” Alice gossiped, breaking me from my thoughts. She was leaning forward on the table as if she was telling us her most intimate of secrets.
Dana, Helena and I were all looking at her blankly, all of us completely lost.
“You know Cara,” Alice assured, “she’s the hot one.”
“Yes Alice, thank you. I was concerned that we wouldn’t be able to identifier.” Helena responded, pithily. Sparking a debate on how one can identify a single hot chick in the sea of hit chicks.
“Can you follow them?” I ask Dana, who is slouched in her chair, the collar of her jacket is up as if she is hiding herself from the room.
Dana glanced at me, smiling, “No one can.”
“At least, nothing human.” I added, not realising I had drawn the attention of the rest of the table.
“Porter, are you saying I’m not human?” Alice asked, indignant.
I laughed, heartedly.
“I don’t know about Bette, but I know you’re not human Al.” Shane said, announcing her presence. She moved around the table, trading kisses before getting to me.
Picking me up from my chair, she hugged me tightly. “Welcome home,” she whispered tenderly into my ear before she pulled out of my embrace, taking her seat.
The lights dimmed as the show was about to begin. Music, love and laughter,at this moment in time there wasn’t much more I could ask for.
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Helena rates No one is this for me{ Rachael Shelley can rate any where with me} She and the rest are Bettes family and the love that they show her. Bette is very lucky. How lucky,when she mets Tina on Momday her whole world will change. for the good I hope. thanks so much for posting
I didn’t get a chance to comment before you posted again, so here I am quickly this time! I really like the relationship between Bette and Helena. Very close and loving. I still don’t understand the others, why they have such an opinion on what Bette does. Being caring friends is all well and good, but there is caring, and then there is trying to control someone else’s life, and no one, not the friends and not Kit, has the right to do that. Now, in regard to this checkup, what would it show that the checkup and tests she had earlier, when she had pneumonia, didn’t show?
Hi, sweet Deean! What an spectacular update! Now we know a bit more about the deep friendship that exists between Bette and Helena. Indeed they are more like family. Apparently, Helena knows Bette MORE than B herself. Hahaha As for the gathering at the Planet, it will be the chance to rekindle with all her friends. Alice was a hoot. Dana, always shy, but cute and Shane, honest as usual. It is a truly heartfelt reunion that Bette needs at this particular difficult time of her life. Can’t wait for your next post. No shout outs needed. Your writing is the BEST treat. PPS Hugs & kisses on both your cheeks.- Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick)
Hello My Most Beautiful Dee… “The essence of true friendship is to make allowances for another’s little lapses.”- David Storey; I think this best describes the love that exists between both Helena and Bette is has a purity and a delicate nature to it… but it is stern and full of history so it is easy to understand one being hurt by being left out in the cold so to speak… I am so happy that Helena has taken the bull by the horn and is forcing this check up… if for no other reason then to set my heart at ease if Bette is all well… Bette and Helena playing dress up was so cute… “My god, I am 3 years old’ that is so freaking cute and the warm and caviler welcome that they offer her is a sure sign of a family coming together in support of those they love… the back story between Bette and Nanna Lynne brought back so many memories from my own past… I sit her caressing my grandmothers gold Cross which was the only thing besides her old Lemonade container that I took upon her passing which I will celebrate the 3rd anniversary of tomorrow… yay… I love celebrating life and immersing myself in these memories that you have so passionately evoked with your words… love and hugs, Always and Forever, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels and ever loving Cuzzie to the ever talented Eunichick)
Thanks for the update. This one was different but very needed. I, too, think there is something medical that needs to be discovered about Bette and she is too scared to go to the doctor to find out what it is and I guess I would be also.The thing about the grmother, Nanna Lynne made me think of my grmother also. A very touching part of the story. Thanks for posting. PPS
Thanks for the update. This one was different but very needed. I, too, think there is something medical that needs to be discovered about Bette and she is too scared to go to the doctor to find out what it is and I guess I would be also.The thing about the grmother, Nanna Lynne made me think of my grmother also. A very touching part of the story. Thanks for posting. PPS
I am so glad that Helena confronted Bette. That is true friendship. I can’t wait for more…pps
how i love your stories! thanks for the updates. I’m glad to be part of Bette’s mind. I’m so intrigued by her yet as a reader I’m privy to her thoughts. Strange and lovely dichotomy. Love it
Such an emotional chapter and what a beautiful friendship between Bette and Helena. I’m saddened by Bette’s feelings of inadequacy and her apparent lack of feeling loved. Her memory that no one had so gracefully told her that she was family was heartbreaking. I’m not understanding the constant digs and lack of support from her friends, though. Glad to read that you’re working on your other story. Look forward to the next chapters.