Benji looked up at him and shrugged. He staggered up to his feet clumsily and headed out of the room with Devon.

Once they were out of the room, Bette quietly watched her take a seat next to her. She had so many things she wanted to tell Helena. She wanted to apologize for reacting distraughtly and maybe if she’s stoned enough, she would spill about her feelings for her.

“Bette…”

Bette smiled at how beautiful Helena was even though she could barely make out the features of her face.

“Are you…”

“I’m so sorry for being such an asshole.” Bette cut her off. “I’m sorry for pushing you away too. I…”

She wasn’t going to hesitate anymore. She was going to tell Helena how she exactly felt, right now.

“I did that only because I was afraid that once I open up to you, you’ll end up leaving me some day. You know that opening up to someone isn’t the easiest thing for me. My mom wasn’t around and I was never on great terms with my dad after her death. He isolated himself and I was left to deal with my own problems. And…”

Bette bit on her lower lip.

“And then you came along. We hit it off really well and you’re like the only one person that I can talk about anything. I’m just so afraid to lose you.”

“Bette… I…”

“No, please listen to me. You have no idea how much alcohol and weed it took me to muster up the courage to tell you this.” Bette began to feel that bitter, stinging and constricting sensation in her throat.  “Truth is, I’m in love with you. I tried to convince myself that this is just a silly crush but I just can’t take you off my mind. I think about you all the time. You’re the first thing that I think about when I get up and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep. I feel like I would suffocate to death if I continue to keep this any longer.”

Bette paused to take deep breath.

“Would you let me love you?”

She heard no audible response.

For a moment, she thought she had fucked this up until she felt a pair of soft lips pressed against hers.

“Bette?” A voice called out as the lights flickered on.

Bette pulled away from that pair of lips when she heard Helena’s voice again. Strangely, the voice didn’t come from in front of her but instead, it came from behind her.

“I’m sorry to have barged in like that…” Helena mumbled an apology, trying not to sound disappoint from seeing Bette kissing some other girl. It was already too late to make things right.

Bette turned around slowly, holding her pounding head with her hand. The brightness of the lights were causing her head to feel worse.

Helena was standing at the door, still dressed in the same black dress when she last saw her.

If Helena’s standing at the door, who did I just kiss?

Bette turned back to her original position to find Sierra sitting in front of her, who was coincidentally, also dressed in black.

“Oh my fucking god.” Bette muttered under her breath.

Beer and pot was such a bad idea.