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    Run (3)

    "Yeah, no more gifts for you, Al," Shane smirked, resting back on one of the couches. She sat just like a man, I remember thinking, with no concept of gender stereotypes at the time. She did confuse me, but her kindness always won me over – she always treated me like a lady.

    "Well how come you crazy dykes never get me anything so fun?" Alice teased back, crossing her arms. God, I was so glad Angelica was a deep sleeper.

    With some nervous laughter, I excused myself to get some snacks in the kitchen. While I was preparing some chips and also a healthy alternative of hummus, I heard some quiet talk and couldn’t help but listen.

    "… You don’t even know her …"

    I knew they were talking to Bette because of the familiar voice in response.

    "… None of your business … like her, so who cares what …"

    I couldn’t hear much of their conversation because of how quietly they were speaking, but I frowned in thought. They were right. Bette had taken me and Angelica under her wing with no questions asked – how did she know to trust us? And why should she?

    "Fuck off," I finally heard – Shane’s voice – and then very quietly, she spoke to them all, "She’s just in there. What the fuck’s wrong with you, Al?"

    "I’m looking out for my best friend, skinny."

    "Fine."

    I smiled to myself, but covered my mouth before walking quickly back to the counter. Someone was coming, and I didn’t want them to see me listening in. I busied myself immediately, nervous. The steps were small and quiet, cautious.

    As I poured dip into one of the small bowls, I smiled at the thought of Bette watching me. And then I had another reaction that gave me a bit of surprise.

    "Hey."

    Yet another surprise – that wasn’t Bette’s voice. I turned around to see Shane standing there, smiling kindly. "Oh … hi." I must have looked so scared, she must have felt sorry for me. I hated looking so easily shaken.

    "Whatcha makin’ there?" she asked, stepping over to me with all the ease in the world. She had so much confidence about her – I found myself wanting to learn from her. "Looks good."

    Comments

    1. This story is beautiful!! Totally different from your other stories. You really showing how talented you are as a writer. You do have a good range in writing. I am honored to have the opportunity to read your stories. Thank you!! Pls continue writing!! :D

    2. ughhhh I LOVE this story! Lol I need more now, it’s like a drug. You know I love all of your stories but this one is one of my favorites if not my most favorite. I hate your internet connection -_- lol you can use mine! :D PPVVVVVVVS like now? lol thanks!

    3. This story is great and beautifully written. You describe everything so clearly, that it feels as if you were standing right there, with them. Excellent!!!

    4. That was wonderful and awesome, glad they put that baster in jail and hope he will be gona forever. Bette and Tina need to talk and tell each other how they feel. Please post more, thanks!

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