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I hope you all will enjoy the story, more is coming soon.  Like tomorrow soon. Anyway, on with the Belle confusion/angst.

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Belle rolled over and put the pillow over her head.  Chloe and Brady had obviously worked out their relationship if the 'Oh God Brady!' coming through the wall was any indication.  I was a good thing Savannah slept like a log.

            "Uhhn, Chloe."

            "Oh, no way," Belle muttered getting out of bed and heading for the kitchen.  She picked up the phone and dialed Dana's number.  Belle and Dana met at college and became fast friends.  Even though it was midnight (and just how long have those two been going at it now!?) Belle knew that Dana would be awake, possibly on her way to a party.

            "Domination Central, Mistress Salandra speaking," Belle was un-phased.  Over the years Dana came up with more and more outrageous ways of answering the phone.

            "Hey D, How are you?"

            "Ah Belley Baby Bee, how are you my little crumpet?  Are you over the plague yet, my lovely Marilyn?"

            "How much have you had to drink?" Belle asked her eccentric friend.

            "Haven't even started," Dana sighed dejectedly.  "Carla and I broke up.  And by breaking up I mean she dumped my sorry ass."

            "That bitch," Belle said emotionlessly.  She'd hated Carla.

            "Are you gonna tell me 'I told you so'?"

            "No.  I'm going to tell you my brother is in the next room having sex with Chloe and I really don't want to be here."

            "I'll come get you.  Are you well enough to go out?"

            "Yeah, now I'm just milking it for sympathy."

            "Give me ten minutes, babe."

            "See you soon."  Belle hung up with a sigh.  She had only called because she wanted to hear Dana's voice.

            If Belle was honest with herself, and she tried to be, she'd admit she was in love with Dana.  These feelings confused her greatly.  After all she was supposed to love Philip.  They'd been together since high school, the quarter-back and the cheerleader.  It was modern fairy tale material.

            But Philip didn't interest her.  He couldn't maintain an intelligent conversation, his ego was out of control; he was superficial.  He dated her because she was the cheerleader and he was the quarter-back.  Belle didn't find him attractive either.  Whenever he kissed her she had to keep herself from breaking away in disgust.  She couldn't keep doing this.

            She wanted to talk with Chloe about this.  Belle knew Chloe would understand and listen to her without judgment.  But between being sick and working from home she just never had the chance.  And now Dana was on her way and they would hang out.  Belle suddenly realized she was still in PJ's and rushed to get ready.