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The Greatest Love Story Ever Told
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“Where T…..” Bette’s voice is surprisingly calm
“LA” I barley manage to utter the two syllables.
“LA as in The LA, or some small town in England that I have never heard of”
“The LA”
“Just one more stupid question….. I guess you are all going with him”
“Yes” I still can’t bring myself to look at her if she feels just a smidgeon of what I feel right now then I don’t want to see it.
“When”
“8 weeks”
She doesn’t say another word she releases her hand from mine and walks away, I want to stop her but what could I say…… so I wait until she is completely out of sight before I make my way home.
Sunday Evening
“Tina are you even listening to me…..Tina”
“What” my coach had been nagging me for the last god only knows how long.
“Tina what the hell is wrong with you, are you just going to throw away everything you have worked towards for the last two years”
“What are you talking about I’m in the final”
“Peabody was nearly a half a second faster in her semi and if you two weren’t so far ahead of the rest of the pack you wouldn’t even have made it to the final with that time”
Ask me if I care about bloody Peabody that stuck up bitch has been goading me all weekend…… ask me if I care about anything right now.
I can’t believe she didn’t come, she knows how important this was too me, I’m in the final of the 100 metres British Junior Athletics Championship and my…..my…..Bette is MIA.
“TINA…FOCUS….Tina you have ten minutes to get your shit together”
“Ok…ok..I’m focused…..” and jeez thanks for the pep talk I wanted to add but I was too afraid it would start her off again.
“Ok I’ll be in the stand…..and Tina good luck….you deserve to win this”
“Thanks coach”
At this point before a race the butterflies are awake the adrenalin is starting to pump, but right now I feel nothing, Peabody can have the title and stick it up her prim and proper ass.
We are called to make our way to the track and I seek out my parents in the hope that crabby ass had brought Bette. Mum, Dad and squealer give me a wave but the seat that was reserved for Bette remains empty.
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I am lovin’ lovin’ lovin this story. MORE!!! :) please
What a beautiful story PPS
the bitch! but why?
Those little grifters have obviously taken the money and run. Never mind them, I have a better plan. Someone’s put a set of evil winged monkeys up on eBay… I’m top bidder and there’s not long to go. Just you wait, skimmer! Ha! In the meantime, whilst we’re doing all this waiting, any chance of the next post? Cheers!
Skimmer – still great to read for the 2nd time. THank you and now I’m waiting to read the continuation. Thank you still excellent story teller!
Thanks and we wait for the continuation. :o)
jp, you mean to tell me that £3.26 didn’t buy you professionals? God, what is the world coming to… Skimmer, you better come out of that hole with a new chapter soon. I mean it.
That was wonderful and B&T are awesome and love them, let see more of B&T. Please post more, thanks!
This is a wonderful story
Hi skimmer,I was directed to your stories by the forum board.Reading them now and loving every minute of it.Thanks for sharing your talent.