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The Starting Line: Chapter 8
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I laughed, “Sorry. I only have a few rules in my life, but fucking my friends, and especially when that friend has done so much for me, just doesn’t happen.”
Bette smiled, “Well, at least we got that out of the way then! I guess I’ll just have to imagine what it’d be like when I hear you once you start bringing the ladies home.”
I turned serious, “I won’t. I mean, this is your house, and it wouldn’t be right.”
Bette looked at me, “I appreciate that, but while you’re staying here, this is your house too… just no fucking in my bed!”
I promised to behave myself and we continued to work on the pasta, bread, and salad. Personally, I had already promised myself that I wouldn’t bring any girls to Bette’s. It just wasn’t my place to do so. But it wasn’t worth the argument with her over it. I’d stay out all night, head to their places, or take them somewhere in my truck, but I swore to myself that I would never damage the trust that Bette had given me.
We were washing the dishes (including the disaster dishes that had soaked for 24 hours) when Bette asked about my social security card and driver’s license. I told her the social security card was coming in the mail, and then told her that I got the license the day before. I told her I used her address, but would get it changed as soon as I found a place. She waved it off, saying it was no big deal, and then asked to see how bad my picture came out. I refused to show mine till she showed me hers, so we counted to three then exchanged IDs. As I suspected, her picture was quite good, a perfectly put together Bette smiling at the camera. My picture, on the other hand, was your typical government ID picture. Someone behind the desk had asked me a question and I had started to look over at that person when it was taken, so not only was I not looking at the camera, but my facial expression was one that had started to say “Huh?” Bette laughed, then handed it back.
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Ahh, I just love the way you write Shane and the rest of the girls. Please post again soon!
Your portrayal really gets to me. Thank you, for writing so beautifully. It is a truly poignant tale. ADx
Awesome chapter and i love the way you write Shane. Post soon!.
Your telling of Shane’s thoughts and feelings are terrific!!! I do not think there have ever been a fic that has concentrated so solely on Shane and her complexities. Your doing such an outstanding job of showing her caring, sensitivity, and her insecurities. Your writing of her past and present is AWING!!! I really love seeing how her and Bette are connected. It seems so like how it would be if we saw it on the show if they had this good writing or let us see this. I also would love seeing a more detailed bonding moment with her and Tina.
Still absolutey perfect…….just how I imagined Shanes back story to be……..but better.Thanks for writng.FAY
Wonder cgapter,Now Shane has a family. thanks
Ah, kd you really had it all in this one! Shane’s question to Alice about the broken part being on the wrong half for her is classic…and the birthday party hurt my heart. I was afraid that she would bolt, at first. To think that she had rarely had even the most minimal of celebrations is so sad, but I think it was also important that you clarified that the effort by her mother, as erratic and minimal as it was, still meant something to Shane, and needs to be respected by the others. I thought it was wonderful that she was able to stay and accept their love and caring. There was even a brief second of hope that Bette and Shane might at some point…!!! which I am holding onto no matter what Shane says. Now, the thing that would make it perfect would be if it were Tina free, but even if she is in it this is still such a beautiful, poignant fic I look forward to daily.