“Then don’t hold back.” Sam shrugged her shoulders and stated the obvious. “What are you so scared of?” She pursed her lips together as she questioned her best friend. It wasn’t like Bette at all to hesitate when an opportunity was made available to her.

“Umm..” Bette swallowed hard. “Cause.. uh.. her dad knows that Tina and I had been talking about having a “sleepover”..” Cause he was kinda eavesdropping on our conversation about christening the yacht, she rolled her eyes. That was her and Tina’s dilemma. How could Tina ask permission from Ken knowing that her father knew exactly what they were planning to do during the all too “innocent” sleepover? Ken would probably summon Bette and give her “the talk”.. and boy, she didn’t want that.

“Are you scared of her dad?” Alice lifted an eyebrow. The mighty Porter cowering in fear? Wow.. that was something she wanted to see.

“No.” Bette squeaked. “Not at all.” She said not too convincingly.

“You know what,” Sam reached out and patted Bette on the hand. “I’m sure everything will turn out alright.” She smiled genuinely in an effort to lift Bette’s horny spirit a little bit.

“Yeah.” Shane seconded. “I’m sure a miracle will happen.” She looked at Alice pointedly, communicating a silent message to the blonde. Alice nodded her head discreetly in response, message received.

“Excuse me for a sec.” Alice coughed as she stood up from the table and took her phone with her. “Bathroom break.” She explained as she made a hasty escape, the rest just shrugged and resumed their conversation. As soon as she locked herself inside Bette’s ridiculously large bathroom, Alice flipped open her phone and dialed the number that she had recently come to know by heart. It took five rings before the person finally picked up.

“Coffee girl?” Alice grinned into the receiver.

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“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The three members of F4 jumped up in surprise as Bette came running out of her bedroom like a crazed person. A series of ‘what?’ and ‘what the fuck?’ echoed around the room as Bette continued her frenzied journey around the three. If she knew how to do cartwheels and backflips, Bette would be pulling those stunts right now with so much gusto. She laughed hysterically as she waved her cellphone in front of her scared and yet highly amused looking friends.