Bette Porter was just the most amazing person I had ever met. When we moved to L.A., I had never expected to get as lucky as to meet someone who was so awesome and liked me enough to hang out with me all the time. We had a lot of fun, the playful banter was there all the time, but we also had our serious moments.

The thing was that even though we both immensely enjoyed the time we spent together – and believe me, it was a lot – we both felt that there was something missing, like we wanted something more. We both felt it, but we’ve never treaded on the subject. Every time we’re close, one of us backs off and just changes the subject.

When I pictured myself kissing her, touching her in those places that few people got to see, I got all hot and bothered. She told me that she has had her share of girls in the past, when she was 15, 16 and still discovering. She never let any of those go down on her, she admitted to me that that has never happened before.

It was one of those days again. We spent all our time that was supposed to go to homework and studying tests on talking and watching some movies. Somehow, we never ended up doing any studying or homework whenever we agreed to meet to do just that. 

“So,” I asked after a comfortable silence of a few minutes. “Have you ever been in love?”

Bette looked at me with frowned eyebrows, as if to say that she had no idea where the hell that question came from. Neither had I. She ended up nodding and shaking her head at the same time. Finally, she explained. “Well, I dated some girls, so you could say they were my girlfriends… but I never felt like I’d never want anyone else in my life ever again. They always loved me more than I did them, so I ended up breaking up because I didn’t want them to get hurt. Which they of course did at first when I broke up, but it was never really that serious. What about you?”

“Well, I had a girlfriend back in Cheraw, we were 16.”