“Do you like her…” my voice sounded so low I don’t think it even belonged to me.

     Her hands come in contact with my shoulders and she slowly lowers her lips to my ear, and I think I can’t breathe.

 “Kind of…”Then I know I can’t breathe. “But I can ask you the same about Moira,”  

 “Who.-” I forgot that I knew the truth, that Moira wasn’t even Moira. That name hardly even registered in my mind anymore.  

 She looks down at me with curiosity,

“Your girlfriend.”  

 “Oh right…wait were not even like that- .”

  “But you’re having sex with her aren’t you.”

 “Whoa! Where is this coming from?”

She smirks and walks on, “don’t worry about me,” she turns around with a grin,

 “When you’re obviously fucking Mickey Mouse.”  

   Bette moved around slowly; she was as well busy with her essay. She had many things she could write about, but only one person came to mind.  

 She was making progress much to her dismay; she wondered how the teacher thought up the assignment in the first place.

“People or things you care about.”

  The words just started to life as her pencil hit the paper,

‘hopefully she wont read this out loud.’  

 Her eyes wondered to her recent paintings, dozens she never threw away; some from her mom, and the rest from her own hands.  

A silent knock came at her door,

“Come in.”   Melvin walked in with a towering figure, “There’s someone here to see you.”  

 He moved aside and

 there stood Tina, her hair in a ponytail.

She was breath taking to her.  

 In all her life, she had never seen anyone like her before, and that attitude. She was basically so entrance at looking at the blonde that her chair was only on to legs.

 She leaned back some more to get a better look at what T was wearing,

 ‘Oh, mini ski- “whoa!”  

 She flipped backwards and landed on her head. Melvin shook his head, “Very un-lady like.”    

 Alice Jenny and Dana hid out in their shed, a place they like to call, “The GET-away”, while smoking Alice’s stash.