Title: I Fall Behind pt.1
Author: 7PM [ Send a Private Message ]
Copyright: mine, of course. no on else would want it anyway :)
Content Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein this story are not mine, were never mine, and will never be mine.
Author's Note: I just saw The Wedding Date on DVD and felt intrigued by the concept that women, even those who claim are miserable with their love lives, had chosen the romantic twists and turns they've experienced. Interesting, no?
This Bette is unlike the Bette on the show. You'll see how and why :)
Summary: B/T with a twist. Bette is neurotic. Alice wants to help. And HOW!
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I Fall Behind pt.1 by 7PM
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"Bette Porter, when will you admit to yourself that
you have a problem?" Alice's exasperated half-scream turned
several heads in the direction of the corner booth at the Planet.
Bette felt a flush of heat rise from her collar and burn her ears.
Trust Alice to turn an intimate conversation between friends into a
voyeur's spectacular wet dream.
"Alice, your voice!" Bette hissed, "And in fact, I
do not have a problem. It's you and your licentious post-modern
values..."
"Blah, blah, and again, blah. Bette come on. Listen to yourself.
You know that you only turn into walking thesaurus
when you're defensive. So what's with the licentious hoo-ha and
post-modern crap? You know I'm right and you need help."
Alice's voice had decreased in volume but not in
intensity. For the past year, she had watched Bette and waited for
signs that her friend was not in trouble. Alice has always felt a
sort of sisterly concern for Bette, and felt a sense of
responsibility for her happiness. Maybe it was because Bette was so shy
and diffident. Alice knew for a fact that Bette had a brilliant mind
and a fragile heart. That heart was broken once and apparently forever
by a woman Alice has swore to kill the next time she sees her. But
Alice has not lost hope.
"Listen Bette, I think I may have found the perfect solution to your problem."
"Jesus Alice, I really don't think you should call
my abstinence from sex a problem! It's completely voluntary! It's a vow
even. You were there when I made the vow, remember?"
"Yeah yeah. A year ago today, you made a vow to
never have sex again. You toasted Athena. But Bette, you were drunk. I
didn't think you'd remember that!"
"I do. I remember every single word that passed my lips. And I'm going to do it. I'm keeping that vow."
"For what? Tell me Bette, why did you even make that vow in the first place?"
"Because..." Bette's voice drifted off. Alice saw her face visibly droop and thought, "oh no not again!"...
"... she left me Al. How could she have left me? She
said we were going to get married. Then she left. I don't understand,
Alice." Bette sounded so lost that Alice didn't have the heart to argue
anymore. Instead she covered Bette's hand with her own.
"I know sweetheart, I know. Candace made the biggest mistake of her life letting a treasure like you go."
Bette looked down into her lap, feeling the dark
wave of her depression rise. She's been taking antidepressants and
mostly they worked, but she still had some bad days. Today seems to be
gearing up to be one of those bad days.
"Bette, look at me. I hate to say this, but you have
to hear it. It's been two years. She left you two years ago. You've
even dated other women. Why did you stop? Why did you suddenly, out of
nowhere, just declare one night that you're finished dating and that
you're never falling in love again? Can you answer that?"
Bette shrugged. "I don't know Al. I... I just don't know."
"Then until you have a real reason, I'm going to call it a problem. And, I'm going to find a solution."
"A problem? A solution for what?"
"Bette Porter," Alice said, trying sound as
assertive as she could without sounding heartless, "You, my friend,
need to get laid."
Bette stared at Alice with surprise, then dawning horror. "Wh- what?!"
"And I know just the woman to help you with that." Alice continued, ignoring Bette's suddenly pasty face.
"Her name's Tina Kennard. I met her when I was doing
LA's top 20 gay escorts. I booked you an appointment for tomorrow
night, 8 pm. Have dinner ready at your apartment."
Bette felt the ground shift beneath her seat. She
gaped at Alice, feeling like a passenger on a derailed train. She'd
always known that the woman in front of her would someday cause her
injury, even death. She knew it.
"Jesus Christ, Alice..." Bette's tone was aghast.
"No, I told you. Her name's Tina Kennard and you
have a date with her. Don't worry, she's very do-able. Blonde,
beautiful skin, beautiful body. Don't get your panties in a twist! Or
better yet, ditch them for tomorrow night." Alice smirked and gave
Bette a lecherious wink. Bette just kept staring back.
An idle thought wandered into Bette's mind: why can't I move my arms
and legs? How am I going to stab Alice with a fork if I can't move?
Dammit.
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