Dana:  Where at?

Tina:  Northern California

Dana:  What?  What are you doing in northern California?

Tina:  Im going home

Dana:  What about school?  What about Bette?

Uh-oh.  She knows.  Bette must have told them.

Tina:  What about Bette?

Maybe if I pretend I dont know what shes talking about shell get confused and not say anything else.

Dana:  Shes supposed to be getting married.

Well playing dumb isnt going to work.  Is she getting snappy with me?

Tina:  I know that Dana

Dana:  Kristen knows and freaked out.  Alice took Bette to the airport about an hour ago.  Things are a little hectic.

I started to feel bad for Bette but quickly snapped out of it.  She deserved it.  She lied to me.

Dana:  How long had it been going on?

Tina:  Nothing was going on.

Dana:  It didnt seem like nothing, I didnt hear exactly what was said cause they were talking in the bathroom but it kinda sounded like she really liked you?

Well I could have gone without hearing that.  God I missed her already.  I know this was the only option I really had but that didnt mean I really wanted to do it.  All I really wanted to do was see Bette.  I would much rather be lying in her arms right now than sitting in my car. 

Tina:  I cant really talk about this right now Dana.  I have to get going, Ill call you later.

Dana:  Promise?

Tina:  I promise

I hung up the phone and tossed it on the seat. 

Why did Bette have to go to the airport?  I thought Kristen was in LA with her, unless she hopped a flight as soon as she found out.  How the ***** did she find out anyway?  You dont care Tina, remember she lied to you.  I gripped the wheel and hit the gas.  Just focus on the road.

And focus on the road I did.  Apparently there was a time warp of some kind because last thing I remembered I was talking to Dana.  Here it is only eight hours later and im driving down the street I rode down almost everyday for ten years.

Its been almost three years since Ive been home.  It really is true; you dont know how much you appreciate something until its gone.  God I love suburbia.  Ive missed everything about it.  From the matching oak trees on everyones lawn to those ridiculous little kids that get up at the crack of dawn in the summer and scream as they run down the street.  Whats the point of that, really? 

I finished staring at the neighborhood like an idiot and drove up to my house.  It was well after midnight when I pulled in to the driveway.  I loved my house; it was always so warm and safe.  I pulled around back and in to the garage.  My mom wasnt home, thank god.  She must have been working a double at the hospital. 

I got out of the car and walked up to the porch to the back door.  I stepped inside and was immanently greeted by the familiar scent of moms favorite vanilla bean candles.  I stopped in the kitchen to admire my mothers pride and joy, her stainless steel refrigerator.  I know it was only an appliance but it was so beautiful, and shiny. 

My eyes were starting to get pretty heavy.  It was time for bed.  I somehow mustered up enough energy to carry my tired body up the stairs an in to my bedroom.  It looks exactly the same as it did when I left, except cleaner.  Im working on it, I swear.  My giant comfy bed was screaming my name. 

I kicked off my flip flops and crawled up the bed.  I fell asleep quickly that night but not before a million thoughts of Bette ran though my mind.