“Future love forever….you think that’s it Hel….she meant our time wasn’t now it’s in the future and it would be forever”  Bette glanced at the watch on her left wrist it was identical to the watch she wore on her right wrist except the time was 8 hours behind.  Tina time as she affectionally called it.  “Be right back”

Helena threw herself back onto her bed, she knew she was in for a long night, she could only hope that Tina would answer the fax that Bette was currently sending with a big resounding YES and it wouldn’t take her too long, finally ending the enigma that was  F.L.F and just maybe Bette’s obsession with the absent Tina would wane not entirely that would be too much to wish for but just enough for Bette to see what was right in front of her and not half way across the world.

She sighed and allowed her mind to wander back 2 years, to the one and only kiss that she had shared with her beautiful room mate.  She only knew Bette as a friend of Tina Kinnard, the persistent thorn in her side and for once on the few occasions their paths had crossed she had found Bette nursing a cider at a post competition presentation dinner and that thorn was no where to be seen.

More than a few shared ciders later she had walked an intoxicated Bette back to her room, as she bid Helena a goodnight Helena kissed her and Bette had kissed her back but all too soon Bette pulled away offering all kinds of fumbling apologies and hurriedly disappeared into her room.

Helena wrongly assumed she was simply shocked at how good it felt to kiss a girl, and took comfort in the knowledge that Bette would be back sooner or later.  As it turned out it was much later, she didn’t care what strings her mother had to pull but when Helena saw the name Bette Porter on the enrolment for Cambridge, she would not be sharing a room with any other for the forthcoming 4 years.

Nine months in and she couldn’t be any further away from a repeat performance.  Not only had Tina Kinnard beaten her in being the first to kiss Bette she undoubtedly held the gorgeous brunettes heart in the palm of her hand.  Only the blind could miss the look of pure delight that covered Bette’s face when every Friday without fail a letter would arrive from Tina and she would be shuffled out the room to allow Bette to read it in private.