*****, now I’m confused again. And with this confusion there’s tears. I just wish someone could help me through this. Anybody.

“Tina?”

The Morning After 5: Tina

***** she scared me. How did she get in here anyway? God she looks so good in the morning. The sunlight really does her justice. But, she looks worried. I hope she’s not making that face because she told someone about us.

“Bette? Wh-what are you doing here?” Not that I’m not grateful or anything. It’s just what if someone sees us talking. Or what if we can’t control ourselves standing this close and alone. What if Grace does come home to apologize. This would be enough for her destroy the whole house, not just a plate.

“I heard yelling and I came to see if you were alright?” Maybe she caught on to my expression. She sounds like she’s a little guilty here too.

“I’m ok Bette, really.” I am actually. My mother’s worried, my sister’s a selfish *****. I’m living with a psycho, and a really like a woman. Yeah I’m really, really ok.

“Is there anything else you needed?” I can’t let her see me like this. Weak, unable to handle what she thinks is just a little fight between friends. God I hope she didn’t hear us.

I can’t really see her., because I can’t look at her now, but out of the corner of my eye, it looks like she’s thinking about how to respond. I thought it was a simple question. but from here, it looks like she’s happy, then sad, then guilty. While chalk confusion to another thing we both have in common.

“Is Grace here?” What? Did she mean to slap me in the face. I really hope that her brain is not connected to her brain, right now. Maybe she’s just nervous. Yeah right, the woman is always as cool as a ***** cucumber. Grace could use someone like that for her. *****, Grace….Bette….Me. This is so fucked up.