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    Belena Short Story – I Hate You Then I Love You – Part 3

    Helena smiled back.

    Helena: What?

    Bette: Let’s do it again…

    Helena chuckled.

    Helena: The best proposal I got today…

    They kissed again. After a while Bette pulled away.

    Bette: Let’s go to a more romantic place to make out then your driveway…

    Helena chuckled again.

    Helena: Okay, darling.

    They stepped inside the car and directly held hands. Bette started the engine and they drove off.

    Helena: Where are you taking me, Miss Porter?

    Bette looked at Helena and smiled. She looked back at the road.

    Bette: I’m not telling you… You will see.

    Helena: Is there food? I’m starving.

    Bette chuckled.

    Bette: I have food with me, yes.

    Helena: Okay, diner is off of my list. I’m glad for that.

    Bette: Oh, you are?

    Helena: It’s not romantic when a whole restaurant is looking at us like ‘is that Bette Porter and Helena Peabody?’

    Bette smiled.

    Bette: I’m sure they know you, but me?

    Helena: Darling, I know you. You would have picked an expensive restaurant with a lot of people who know the best Gallery’s.

    Bette: You know me well, Helena. I would have taken you there.

    Helena looked at the road and smiled.

    Helena: We are heading to the sea, aren’t we?

    Bette: Maybe…

    Helena: Oh, come on, Bette. Just tell me. I’m dying out here.

    Bette squeezed Helena’s hand hard.

    Helena: Au! Why did you do that?

    Bette: See, you are still alive…

    Helena: My hand hurts.

    Bette: I will kiss and make it better later.

    She began stroking Helena’s hand with her thumb.

    Bette: We are almost there…

    Helena: I see the ocean! I was right!

    Bette chuckled.

    Bette: You were.

    Bette pulled in a parking lot and stepped out of the car. She walked over to Helena’s side and opened the door. She took Helena’s hand and guided her out of the vehicle. Helena laid her arms on Bette’s shoulders.

    Helena: You are a sweetheart you know that?

    Bette smiled a shy smile. She didn’t know why she got shy when Helena said such things. She almost never got shy.

    Helena: So you are really trying to woo me?

    Bette got red.

    Bette: I’m trying.

    Helena lifted Bette’s head and looked in her eyes.

    Helena: You are very cute when you blush, you know?

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