Helena saw the look on Sierra’s face changed while she helped Bette up her feet. It was as if she could read the thoughts in Sierra’s head.

“I’m her roommate.” She said plainly.

Sierra’s face seemed to flush a little upon hearing that statement, “Yeah, of course you are… Sure…”

Sierra then moved out of the way awkwardly to let them pass through.

“Would you like me to help you help Bette down the stairs?”

Before Helena could respond, Bette who was resting her head on Helena’s shoulder croaked, “Thank you but I think that we’ll be fine.”

Sierra gave a mere nod. She wanted to ask Bette to call her on the following day but decided not to, thinking that it seemed selfish to do so when Bette wasn’t feeling good.

After the awkward goodbyes, Helena and Bette slowly made their way out of the house and headed home.

The ride home was silent, mainly because Bette fell asleep. Neither of them brought up anything about the kiss or Sierra although Helena was dying to find out what was going on.

Strangely enough, it wasn’t an awkward silence despite the fact that they had fought earlier on.

Helena waited outside Bette’s bedroom with a glass of water and a couple of pills in her hand while Bette changed out of her beer stained and pot smelling clothes.

She let her mind wander back to everything that had happened today. The argument, the break up and that kiss. She felt extremely guilty and angry at herself for hurting so many people because of her own self-centeredness.

Her thoughts were shaken off when Bette opened the door, her face was pale and her hair was in a mess.

“Hey…” Bette muttered, still smelling like pot and alcohol. “You wanna come in?”

Helena nodded and followed Bette into her room. She handed her the pills and glass of water.

“Thanks.”

Bette popped the pills into her mouth and swallowed them down with a large gulp of water. She set the glass down on the table and said with a groggy smile, “Thank you for coming to get me.”