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    Run (3)

    I smiled and relaxed my shoulders. "Thanks." She came over to lean against the counter as we spoke. "And uh … thanks for being so nice to me."

    "You’re easy to like," Shane smiled, putting a hand innocently on my shoulder. "No worries – I know what it’s like to be the outsider."

    "I do feel like an outsider," I chuckled quietly, emptying the last of the chips in another larger bowl. "I’m not really sure how I fit in at this party …"

    "Easy," Shane smiled back, looking more closely at me, "You just do."

    In the silence of the moment, Bette’s voice frightened me. "Shane."

    I whipped around, and couldn’t help but smile at the jealousy I saw there. Not that Bette was the kind of woman to ever admit it, or bother me with the concern she knew was ridiculous, but I thought it sweet for her to care so much about me.

    "Yeah yeah," Shane chuckled, making some sort of gesture to Bette before turning into the living room again – her presence greeted with an uproar of voices.

    "Sorry," Bette said quietly, chewing on her bottom lip as I watched her expression. Her apparent guilt made me laugh. "I uh … just wanted to make sure she wasn’t scaring you. She can be a little …"

    "Was she flirting with me?" I asked gently, watching as Bette walked over. "Because it didn’t feel like it to me." Then, much quieter, I went back to the food, "… There’s only one woman who flirts with me that I’m aware of …"

    I knew I was teasing her, but I didn’t know just how much. I had no idea, the things she wanted to do to me right then. If I had known, I may have invited those desires.

    Instead, she remained relatively quiet, keeping her hands behind her back to prohibit touch. "… Really?"

    "Wanna help me carry these in?" I asked, trying to ease the tension, but rather unsuccessful. Still, Bette helped and we went out to her group of friends.

    The first question upon joining them all in the living room blew me away. It was a sort of shock I truly wasn’t prepared for.

    "Are you straight?" Alice’s eyes were fixed on me, and there was no mischief, just honest curiosity. My eyes widened and my pulse sped up to three times its usual beat. I quickly looked to Bette, as if she could answer for me. Maybe she could have, but I knew she wouldn’t.

    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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