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    The Chain-Ch. 2

    “All right Yoda.  Ever wise.  Ever cryptic,” said Alice, rolling her eyes.  She turned her attention back to Bette.  “Well, just be careful Porter.  While I could cut the sexual tension between the two of you with a carving knife, she seems pretty into that boyfriend of hers…”

    “They’re not exclusive,” interrupted Bette.

    “Whatever, but he’d be allowed to add her to his insurance one day,” retorted Alice.  Seeing her dear friend’s face fall, she continued more gently.  “I mean, you get it don’t you?  He’s safe, Bette.  Look, it’s obvious that there’s something between the two of you; I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

    “I know Al, thanks,” Bette said quietly, reaching over to clasp her friend’s hand.  “It’s under control.”  Bette cringed inwardly, hearing the lie as it escaped her lips.  She glanced over at the blonde and quickly turned away, knowing she was already in deep, deep trouble. 

    “Well are we still on for family night on Wednesday?” asked Alice.

    “Of course,” replied Bette, tearing her eyes away from the blonde.  “I’ll see you guys tomorrow for it then.  I’ve got to get home.”

    “Well, I can swing by later if you want to talk, Porter,” offered Alice.

    “I don’t need to talk, Al,” she replied, rising quickly from the table, making a graceful exit without another word to the blonde. 

    Tina watched Bette leave, her heart sinking a little.  She turned her head away and back to the conversation, “…what’s that?  Oh, well, I have plans for Wednesday with the girls.  Tonight’s not good either…sorry, I’m just exhausted…I know it’s been a while…we’ll talk soon I promise.  K, talk to you soon…bye.”

    Tina snapped her phone shut and sat back down.  She knew why Bette had left without saying goodbye.  Her reaction to what had happened was less than complimentary.  But she couldn’t manage her feelings…didn’t know what to do with them.  And confused as she was, she knew the only answers she needed were from the brunette whose house she was going to the following night.  She just wasn’t sure if she could wait that long.

     

    Bette started the dishwasher and leaned against the counter with a sigh.  She rubbed the back of her neck with her hand, exhaling slowly.  Glancing at the wall clock she saw that it was nearly 9pm.  Had it really been only two hours since she had laid eyes on the blonde?  Time was crawling by. 

    Comments

    1. That phone call, though diabolically timed, was perhaps a good thing. Bette’s going to need to be patient in the face of Tina’s confusion. I really like how you’re writing this story. Thanks for posting! :)

    2. I felt like a voyeur reading that heavy make-out scene. That phone call was what they needed to slow things down and as much as Bette wants Tina, she needs to give her the time and space to come to terms about her sexuality. Thanks for the update. Looking forward for more.

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