Hi everyone! This is an AU story. Take place after the final of the real UB serie, but in here Betty never got the job offer and she is still at Mode.

This was going to be a 2 chapt story, but i decided to make it longer.

Hope you all lake it!

Thoughts and comments would be amazing =)

Broken Phone

When Claire Meade made her way through the ground floor of the Meade building, the last thing she expected was to see her son waiting for the elevator. Not that she didn't like to see him, but he had been out of touch the entire weekend. When she had called him, he hadn't picked up his damn cell phone. What was she, a stranger? Oh, how she would love to have her 10-year-old boy back—she'd teach him that when it comes to his mother, he must always answer the damn phone!

"Good morning, Daniel."

"Hey, Mom," he said, not looking at her.

"You know, honey, when someone calls you, you should answer your cell phone," said Claire, standing beside him.

"Sorry, Mom" Yes, Daniel was more focused on the iPad he held.

"At least you could show some interest in me and explain why you were missing all weekend. And put that damn thing down!"

For the first time in two minutes, Daniel took off his eyes of the iPad, clearly annoyed, but well-aware that his mother was in a mood.

"It's not a 'damn thing,' Mom. It's my new iPad and it's great!" He wore a goofy but proud smile. "And I'm sorry, but I lost my phone Saturday night and that's why you are seeing me with my absolutely cool new iPad."

"You lost your phone? How? Where?" This was very very bad. If her son had personal information in there . . . oh, my God! The press would have a pretty good time with that. Should she start calling the lawyers? "Do I have to call the lawyers?"

"No! Relax. It's just broken. Nothing to worry about."

"How the hell can someone break his cell phone?" If it weren't for the tiny hint of flushed cheeks, some nervous twitching, she would have dropped the case, but she was his mother and something wasn't adding up.

"Where the hell is the elevator?" Daniel looked up above the doors. "What? Don't give me that look, Mom. Stop! You're making me nervous."

"What look? I'm not looking at you, darling" She was just smiling. "And I think the elevator hasn't arrived because you haven't called it yet."

"Oh! Yeah. Yeah, sorry," and with that, he focused again on his new iPad.

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"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Are you going to tell me how you broke your phone?"

Claire was a very patient person when it came to her son. Because she always knew when something was happening, and right now there was definitely something going on.

Struggling, Daniel said, "Tomato sauce."

"What?" Was he cooking? Since when did he cook? "Sorry, darling, but the last time I checked, you don't cook."

"Come on, Mom. I cook. Actually, I'm an amazing chef."

"Yeah, sure . . ."

"Really! Ask Betty if you want."

"Betty?" Now that was promising.

"Yeah. Betty. She gave me a lasagna recipe that I wanted to try this weekend."

"OK, and how did it go?"

"Beside the loss of my phone? Incredible."

"Oh, I see, and who is the lucky lady?"

"Why should there be a 'lucky lady?' Why not just a good friend?"

"Ah, you mean a friend with benefits."

"Mom!" Horrified.

"What, did I say something wrong?"

"Yeah! You can't—"

"STOP THE ELEVATOR! This is life or death, people!"

"Marc?" Mother and son turned to see a very sweaty and tired fashionista man running toward them.

"What's going on? Everything ok?" Daniel reached to grab one of the many tiny boxes Marc was carrying. "What's all this?"

"Wilhelmina . . ." Marc tried to catch his breath.

"What? She wanted more Botox?" Claire said. "Marc, darling, you are not her assistant anymore."

"Yeah, well, she uses quality stuff, you know. She gives me the rest."

"You use Botox?"

"Hey, look the elevator is here!" Marc said, escaping in to the elevator, followed by the two Meades.

"So, how is Amanda?" asked Claire. "It's been awhile since I haven seen her."

"Who knows with my Mandy Candy. She is always here . . . and there and who knows?" His voice was raspy, his tone distracted.

"Come on, Marc, you live with Amanda. You guys talk and yell all the time." Daniel remained absorbed in his iPad.

"And how would you know? It's been awhile since you've been over."

This is something, thought Claire, focusing her attention on her son's reaction.

Was it her imagination, or was Daniel's neck sweating? Oh my, this was getting really good.

"What are you talking about, man? I had been there." Daniel's voice was very high and nervous. Yes, his neck was definitely sweating.

The conversation halted when the elevator stopped and the doors began to open.

"Good morning, bitches!" said Amanda, swaying her butt with pure style. "Oh! Not you, mama Meade—these other two."

"Mandy!".

"Hey, Marqui Marc".

"Don't call me that."

"You bet!"

"What are you doing here?" Marc asked her. "How many times do I have to tell you—you don't work for Mode anymore."

"But Marqui, I was looking for you! I have the gossip of all gossip! Bigger than the Wilhelmina/Connor sex/romance gossip!"

"Everything OK, dear?" Oh, Claire loved rumors—what better way to start the day than with rumors? And even better if they had to do with that bitch Wilhelmina. She still hated her because of Tyler.

"Oh, Mrs. Meade, it's not just OK. It's more than OK. It's great! Our little Betty had a very wild weekend." Lowering her voice, she continued. "With lots and lots of lasagna and tomato sauce."

"Eww, Mandy! Don't put those images in my head!"

"What? Come on, Marc. Don't be jealous. Just because you had your syrup/grape fiasco with Trevor . . ."

"To much information, Amanda! Focus focus on Betty!" said Marc, more red than her son, Claire noticed. "And it's Troy."

"Whatever." Now Amanda looked at Claire. "The thing is, I gave Betty my family's lasagna recipe last week and you know? We are besties and all, so I went this Sunday to her apartment to take some of her scarves and guess what? The entire kitchen was a mess with tomato sauce."

"Tomato sauce?" asked Claire.

"Yeah! You know, all my young life I struggled to keep my body because my dad's lasagna was the best, and he and my non-mom always tried to make me eat it!"

"Amanda, darling. Focus, please. Tomato sauce?" said Claire in a very high tone.

"Yeah! And the best part is that when I get to her room there was this amazing and absolutely wonderful butt and—"

"Mandy!"

"Not Betty's, Marc! She was in the shower!"

"OH, MY! Go on, go on!"

"And nothing!"

"You're kidding me, woman! All this for nothing! At least tell me that you saw something!"

As Mark and Amanda were arguing about whether she had seen something more important than a butt, Claire looked at her son. Who was not red, but rather purple, hands and neck sweating and definitely refusing to look at her.

"Stop," he said.

"Stop what?"

"You are staring at me."

"I don't know what are you talking about," she said with gleeful whisper.

"And the Orion Belt!" Amanda gasped.

"What?" Claire looked at Amanda as Daniel almost dropped his cool new iPad.

"Orion Belt?" she asked.

"Yeah, well, he was completely covered except for his butt and one leg and his right cheek? OMG! He had this super sexy birthmark—three spots that looked just like the constellation of Orion Belt."

"You are kidding me, Mandy!"

"I swear, Marqui, I'm not! It was super hot!"

"OMG! I'm totally going to try and see that butt," Marc said, before grabbing Amanda's hand, ready to drag her toward Betty's office when the elevator doors opened.

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"That was interesting," said Claire, now that she and Daniel were alone in the hallway.

"What?" Daniel's voice was small.

"Well, honey, I always thought that because of your encounters with Amanda, she would have known about your butt birthmark. I guess I was wrong." And with that, she made her way to her office with a smile in her face.

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I really hope you like it! your comments are my pay =)

There are already 3 chapts, but let me know if you want more!

Fer