“Not anymore.”

“Not anymore?”

“Yeah, not anymore.”

Bette shot her a questioning look, “Are you going to elaborate on that?”

Helena laughed, “Well, I suppose you’re waiting for me to elaborate on it?”

“Well, yeah. But only if you’re comfortable enough to talk about it, you know? No pressure.”

Helena paused to think for a moment. She was hardly ever comfortable with discussing about her sexual orientation to anyone except Ted. But somehow, she felt at ease and comfortable to talk about it to Bette.

“Alright, I’ll tell you.”

“Are you sure? Like I said, no pressure.” Bette half lied, she was absolutely dying to find out.

Helena nodded and began, “For about thirteen years of my life, I’ve been enrolled in three all girls boarding schools. And being in that sort of environment, plus the raging hormones of a teenager, it is not unusual to have feelings for another girl.”

Bette was thrilled to hear Helena admit that she was into girls but reminded herself to not have her hopes up too high.

“But…” Helena bit on her lip.

A ‘But’, just as Bette had anticipated.

“But?” Bette prompted her gently, despite the fact that she can predict what Helena was about to say.

“But now that I am no longer in an all girls school, liking and dating girls has become nothing more…”

“Than a passing phase?” Bette finished her sentence as a sense of dread began to fill her.

“Well, yeah.” Helena shrugged. She could already feel herself choke up a little. “I mean, it has to. My parents won’t be delighted to hear that their only daughter is gay and will not be getting married to the perfect man and have beautiful grandchildren.”

Bette listened attentively, noticing a crack in Helena’s voice and how her beautiful eyes began to well up with tears.

“Upsetting and letting my parents down would be the last thing that I want to do. Especially not when they had contributed so much to bring me where and make me who I am today.” Helena said softly as a tear trickled down her chiseled cheek.

“I know, I understand.” Bette murmured.

She sympathizes and completely understands what Helena was going through. The wanting of approval from her parents, it was the exact same thing that she had gone through with her own father.

She placed her laptop on the floor and scooted closer over to Helena. She opened up her arms to give Helena a comforting hug.

As Bette wrapped her arms around Helena, she couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of their bodies pressed together tightly. And that tangy, wonderful lavender smell emanating from Helena’s hair. She resisted the urge to run her hands down Helena’s back.

Bette was brought back to her senses when Helena pulled away from the hug. She wiped off the tears and said, “I’m sorry for being such a drama queen, crying over little things.”

“Well, I forgive you for being such a drama queen.” Bette said jokingly, invoking laughter from Helena.

As much as she hated the fact that Helena was ‘straight’, she was going to respect and somewhat respect the choice that her British friend had made. Call her crazy or whatever but as long as Helena’s happy, she’s happy.