“Hey—,” he looked at her and smiled.

“Hey,” he looked back at the TV.

“I heard that you asked Carmen a question today.”

“Yeah, I did.” He nodded.

“You want to tell me what it’s about.” He sighed and looked at his sister.

“I asked her if you two were gay.” Shane nodded and laughed nervously.

“Well—yes we are. We are gay Shay.” He nodded and looked at the TV.

“I don’t have a problem with it—it’s okay. It’s your choice of life.” Shane looked at her ten-year-old brother.

“You so much for being young.”

He shrugged her shoulders. “I guess,” she smiled and ruffled his hair.

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“So are you enjoying on taking my leftovers?” Erica looked up and saw Jenny in the studio.

“What do you want Jenny?” Erica put a book down and rubbed her forehead.

“I just wanted to know how my leftovers tasted like.” Jenny ran her hand across the desk.

“I knew that this was a mistake to actually move in here, but I’m glad that I did.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I would have never met Moira.” Erica got up from her bed. “She’s the only one that I trust and be around without getting sick to my stomach.” She moaned heavily. “Why do you act this way? Do you think that your shit doesn’t stink? Is it because you don’t like the person you have become? A lost, out of control little girl who is still trying to find her way.”

“I’m not a little girl—I’m not the eighteen-year-old here.”

“You sure as hell act like one,” Jenny looked away and bit her bottom lip. “You know Moira is right—you do need help, but like I told her you need to help yourself.”

“Why is everybody trying to be a mother to me? I have one mother, but she doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

“Maybe that’s your problem.”

“What?”

“You’re not close with your mother.”

Jenny shook her head. “No—I’m not.”  

“Maybe you two should talk.”

“I don’t want anything to do with my mother.” Jenny began to walk out of the studio. “She abandon me a long time ago, and I’ll never forgive her.” She closed the door.

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                Bette walked into her house with an anonymous brunette walking in behind her. She sighed heavily as she dropped her bag on the couch and took off her jacket. The brunette looked around and crossed her arms.

“Nice digs,” Bette smiled faintly and turned around.

“Thank you,” the brunette slipped out of her heels, and Bette grabbed her hand. The two women walked down the hall into the bedroom. Bette closed the door as the brunette began to unbutton her pants. Bette approached the woman and caressed her cheek. She leaned forward and kissed her fervently. The brunette moaned against Bette’s lips and ran her fingers through her curly locks. Bette pulled away and pulled the brunette’s top over her head. She leaned forward and kissed her once more. She palmed her breasts and ran her hands down her stomach. The brunette unbuttoned Bette’s pants and ran her hand over her ass. The two women pulled away from the kiss, and Bette unbuttoned her shirt. She slid the fabric over her shoulders and down her arms.  The brunette walked towards Bette and pushed her onto the bed. She straddled Bette’s waist and attacked her neck. Bette held onto her waist and closed her eyes. The brunette attacked Bette’s jaw and attacked her full lips. Bette lay back on the bed bringing the brunette with her. The brunette pushed her hair out of her face and kissed Bette softly. Bette ran her fingers through the brunette’s hair as they made out on the bed.