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    The plan- 4

    “Ok now it’s a matter of principle” Bette told Tina taking the riffle. Bette hit a duck in every shot. She looked at the guy raising her eyebrow.

    Tina looked at Bette then at the huge teddy bear “What was that?” Tina smiled.

    Bette shrugged.

    “Should I be worried?” Tina teased.

    Bette smiled, “We used to shoot disks when we were kids”

    “Really?”

    “Yeah, my dad started and I just wanted to spend time with him” Bette explained.

    “Paid of” Tina teased making Bette smile.

    They went on some rides it was already dark. They walked around Tina got cotton candy. “That’s disgusting” Bette wrinkled her nose.

    “It’s sooo good!” Tina exclaimed, “You want some?” She held a piece near Bette’s mouth. “No thank you” Bette moved Tina’s hand, “Look at this its sugar!”

    “But goooooood sugar” Tina smiled.

    “You’re sticky” Bette observed.

    “You don’t like me sticky?” Tina whispered her mouth inches from Bette’s ear.

    Bette swallowed “I’m going to buy some popcorn”

    “What?”

    “Someone needs to balance all that sugar!” Bette smiled kissing Tina.

    “Oh! Look the Ferris wheel!” Tina excitedly said.

    “Oh”

    “Lets go” Tina pulled Bette dragging her to the line.

    “I don’t know… it’s late”

    “Oh come on!” Tina smiled putting her hands on Bette’s waist “I love the Ferris wheel!”

    Bette gave her a small smile “Ok…”

    “We’re up!” Tina smiled sitting down the wheel started to move Tina looked over. “It’s beautiful” She told Bette.

    When she didn’t hear a replay she looked at Bette seeing her stiff as a rock her eyes close breathing hard. “Bette?” Tina whispered touching Bette’s hand, “Honey? Are you ok?”

    Bette still had her eyes closed “I’m scared of heights” Bette gritted.

    “What?”

    “I’m terrified of heights” Bette repeated.

    “Why didn’t you tell me?”

    “You love the Ferris wheel?” Bette answered in a small voice.

    “Bette” Tina whispered smiling she turned Bette’s face towards her “Open your eyes”

    Bette kept her eyes close.

    “Bette, look at me please” Tina asked again. Bette opened her eyes looking at Tina.

    Tina smiled capturing Bette’s lips in a kiss. Bette let Tina dictate the rhythm of the kiss when they parted Bette dared to look at the lights. “It’s nice” Bette said in a small voice.

    Comments

    1. I just adore this story! You’re doing a spectacular job I love seeing these characters in such different situations than we’re used to seeing them PPS love it

    2. You are doing a great job with this story. B&T will be good for each other. Tina needs to stop listening to Helena because Tina is going to hurt Bette. PPS

    3. Ha! I have a friend that is the same way on the ferris wheel! and Bette opening up was so cute! Hope Tina doesn’t go through with it and break her heart as well as her own…PPS:)

    4. They are so cute together and both unsure, except for the fact that they do like each other a lot. Maybe now, Tina will not listen to Helena and leave her advice where it belongs, in the trash. If left alone, they will do fine and will be very good for one another. Love this story. PPS

    5. That was a cute chapter. Bette wanted to not do what she normally does and Tina trying to be what she thinks Bette wants. Glad that they can just be their selves.

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