———————————————-

Bette locked herself in her one room apartment. She spent the whole night beating on her drum. She hated herself for the vulgar behaviors. Her, Bette Porter, a highly educated and intellectual person, acting flamboyant and tasteless in front of the very person she loves. *****! Tina must really hate me by now. Bette thought for herself. She put her head into her hand. Her face was covered with sweats, or is it tears?

She hated the fact that she was two years younger than Tina. She hated the sick joke that fate had put her in. She hated that she met Tina a little too late. She hated that she couldnt get Tina out of her mind even she tried so hard to.

———————————————

Bette spends the following week avoiding Tina whenever she could. On one evening, after the awful boring lecture class, Bette was running late for her recording session. As she was getting closer to the radio station, half running and walking, she saw the black Mazda parked in front of the station. She saw Tina step out from the car, her face beam with happiness she was smiling at the person in the driver seat, watching and waving as the car pulled off.

Bette slowed down her pace, hoping by the time she got into the lobby; Tina wouldnt be there. Well, guess things never turn out the way Bette hope it would be. There she was, standing in front of the evaluator, waiting. Bette felt uneasy as she stands side by side waiting for the evaluator with Tina. Bette was tense and playing with her hands.

I think Ill just take the stairs. Without waiting for any responses from Tina, Bette dashed toward the staircase entrance on her left side.

Im sorry about that night.

Bette stopped and turned around; realized Tina was just standing a couple of steps behind from her. Bette couldnt be happier hearing these words from Tina. Her heart just melts away. Theres nothing to say sorry about, really.

Tina couldnt help but smile brightly at Bette. She wasnt sure that Bette would be ready to accept her apology.

Walking up to the next floor, Tina heard Bette stop at the corner. Bette turned and look at her, almost whisper, Is he treating you right? Tina nodded her head.