Bethany

Beth M Masters. Relatively pleased to meet you. [rp blog]

[itsbethmasters-blog]

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing, I don’t exactly want to scare you off before this thing really starts.” Britani says with a small chuckle.

“Soda is good with anything.” She agrees with a shrug, a smirk curling onto her lips at Beth implying that she may drink something alcoholic. “What would you maybe drink instead of soda?”

“You say that as though you’re planning on scaring me later down the line, which does not sound fun to me at all.” She speaks quickly, not actually taking notice of her words, not taking note of how far ahead she seemed to be thinking.

“Exactly. And I don’t know about you, but I haven’t eaten in a few hours and soda on an empty stomach is gross.” She responds to the statement before she moves on to the question, humming slightly. “I don’t know. Maybe wine, or something.”

[itsbethmasters-blog]

Britani’s smile grows at Beth’s words and she reaches out to gently trace her finger up the blonde’s arm. “Don’t worry, cutie, I can be pretty scary myself, I can handle whatever she throws at me or you.”

The smile grows fond and a chuckle escapes her and Beth agrees. “Anywhere, doing anything? You’re gonna have to give me a lot more than that, we’ve already established we have very different pastimes.” She says, holding up the vodka bottle for emphasis.

Beth freezes in place as fingers trail up the skin of her arm, goosebumps rising in their wake, and she feels herself grow warm, glancing down at the floor. “I can’t see you as scary. Maybe you are to other people, but until you show mw you can be scary, you’ll never scare me.”

“Well, we said we were gonna go get me a soda, right? Who said that soda can’t be with dinner? And maybe, just maybe, I might not have a soda with my dinner.” She tries to convince the other, not sure how it’ll work out, but she can’t help the smile settled across her lips regardless.

[itsbethmasters-blog]

“Well, this must’ve been fated or something, because I’m excellent at pissing off parents. I think we can make a decent stand against her, if that’s what you’re after— I’ve got your back, cutie.” Britani says jokingly, at a loss for the correct way to react to Beth’s admission. “But seriously, that must’ve taken some real guts to stand up to your Mum like that, you should be proud of yourself, Beth.” She tells her softly, hoping the blonde will hear the honesty in her voice.

“So… while we’re both here, wanna make the most of it, and, you know, stick it to your mum while we do?” She asks hesitantly with a small smile.

She shakes her head at the mention of fate. She didn’t believe in fate, or in destiny, or whatever it was called, but she was glad the other was still talking to her, especially after the way Beth had treated her. “She can be scary though, are you sure you want to?” She can’t keep the doubt from her voice as she looks up at the other, worry coursing through her.

She contemplates the question for a moment before nodding. “Well I mean, she’s already angry at me for this, why not make the most of the freedom? Let’s go out, somewhere, anywhere.”

[itsbethmasters-blog]

“Well, I guess there’s some hope for me after all, since my baking isn’t at evacuation level.” He says with a small chuckle. “I guess, but we can’t eat all of them, and if we’re using ice cream it’ll be all melt-y by the time we find some other people.”

“Exactly! It could always be much worse, or usually it can anyway.” She speaks with a small smile on her face, before it shifts into a frown, considering how to get rid of the excess brownies. “That’s true. We could always split up to fin people and then get ice cream, or just get enough ice cream for us now and then for others later?”

[itsbethmasters-blog]

Britani frowns at the words and takes a wary step closer to the blonde. “What do you mean you didn’t intend for this to go anywhere?” She asks, making sure to keep her voice soft, despite the fact that she’s slightly annoyed at the blonde for making her out to be the villain despite Beth’s own apparent reservations.

“So, lets make this work then.” She says with a shrug. “We can trade this up for some wine and a nice meal… or get you that soda and some junk food and just chill and watch movies…” Her sudden optimism takes her a little off guard, but she sticks with it, because, for once in her life, this is something she can control, something she can make good if only she puts the work in alongside Beth. “And just…. see where this goes.”

She lets out a soft sigh as her words come back to bite her and she steps back just as the other steps forward on instinct more than anything else. 

“My mom, is really religious, and I mean if you do one thing the bible says not to, you’re going to hell, religious. So she has this stupid idea that I wanna marry this guy I’ve been friends with my entire life, to save me from the sin of being gay, or whatever. I joined match as a rebellion, I didn’t mean to make a connection with someone, I didn’t mean to get feelings for them. For you.”

She keeps her voice calm, not allowing even a single word to come out shakily, not wanting her mother to have power over her even this far from home.

She’s taken aback by the sudden shift in the other, trying to find ways for the relationship not to fail, though she’s not sure how long it’ll last after her admission, her head ducking, in an attempt to avoid the other’s eyes, regardless of how much she’d love to spend time with the other, to fix the relationship she’d already played a hand in ruining.

[lexilhoward]

‘That “Kumbaya” might have a little more credibility if you weren’t threatening people’s lives.’

[itsbethmasters-blog]

“Right? We totally have to save the bees! But there’s just a you and just a me! How are we supposed to save the bees when no one else wants to save the bees? Two of us can’t save all the bees ourselfs!” Her voice is loud, and while it sounds excited, she can’t help the sadness she feels at the truth of it all. How would they save the bees?

At a loss, she finds herself taking another drink, before holding it out to the other as an offering, in case she didn’t want to think about the bees anymore either.

Beth can’t help the smile that spreads across her lips as the other starts speaking passionately about bees, agreeing wholeheartedly. Two women couldn’t save the entire world population of bees. As the other offers her a drink she shakes her head, declining the offer.

“I don’t know how we can do it, but we could totally do it one day. Maybe helping everyone realise how screwed we are without the bees will help.”

[itsbethmasters-blog]

“Well, I mean, I did a pretty decent job of burning them.” Jasper admits quietly, running a hand through his hair. “But the ice cream or custard thing could work, thank you!”

She takes another look at the brownies, shaking her head slightly. “Nah, they aren’t that bad, they could be so much worse, like, we could have had to been evacuated or something, but these are totally salvageable if we mask the taste of burned chocolate.”

[itsbethmasters-blog]

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Britani sighs, unsure how to swing the conversation back in her favour, back to being positive. “I’m sorry that you came all this way for me to turn out to be an absolute jackass.” She says with a helpless shrug.

She frowns, anger steadily filtering through her at the thinly veiled accusation. “I do remember our conversations.” She bites back, folding her arms across her chest. “I didn’t… Look, I didn’t mean it like that, okay? I just… Not a lot of things work out for me, so when this thing between us started, my stupid self preservation kicked in, and it was easier to convince myself that it might all be fake, than that someone actually wanted me.” She admits with a clenched jaw, already regretting letting the truth escape. “And yeah, its a shitty excuse, but, you’re clearly so out of my league and could do miles better so…” She says quietly with a small shrug.

“You should be sorry!” The words slip from her lips without a thought, anger fuelling them, before she lets out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t --”

She waits, staying completely silent as the other explains herself, forcing herself to hold in any responses until the other was completely done speaking, only then responding, forcing her voice to remain as calm as possible.

“I know I shouldn’t be mad at you for the self preservation thing, because I get that, I do, especially when this all started I wasn’t sure if it was going to go anywhere, considering -- considering I didn’t intend for it to.” She speaks quietly, the last part coming out as a mere whisper, almost afraid of what would happen if she spoke any louder. “And you’re right, I probably do deserve better, but right now, I don’t want better. I want this to work.”

[wordsnquotes]

I’m still a bit of a romantic and an idealist and hopelessly naive.

Brit Marling (via wordsnquotes)

[itsbethmasters-blog]

“God, that sounded bad didn’t it?” Britani says with a slight wince, seeing through the smile the blonde forces onto her lips. “I’m an arsehole.” She breathes, raking a hand through her hair. “Okay, honestly… I was talking to a lot of different people, on a lot of different sites. This dating thing is hard.” She says with a breathless chuckle, more to ease the tension than anything.

“And, I guess part of me just wasn’t expecting this to happen… for you to be real and here and actually, you know, into me, when you’re beautiful, and sweet, and not much of a drinker.” She throws in a soft smile for good measure. “And, well, we’ve established that I’m an arsehole and a drinker.”

“No, it didn’t sound bad, it just sucked. I risked a lot to come here, like, a lot, and you not even recognising me, it fucking hurt.” The curse word slips out without a thought, but she finds herself uncaring of the fact, focusing instead on the other’s words. 

I was talking to a lot of different people.

She can’t help the way her heart sinks deep in her chest at such an admission, regardless of the reasoning behind it, her face falling with it, her facade of a smile dropping off, sadness showing through. “You didn’t expect me to actually be here? What in our conversations, if you remember them, ever gave you that impression?”

[itsfrankdawson-blog]

She grins as she notices someone approaching, rushing forward to met them, alcohol sloshing about in the bottle clutched in one hand.

“You know whats funny? Bees! Bees are funny! They just buzz buzz hello! And then buzz buzz goodbye! How weird is that!”

[itsbethmasters-blog]

She pauses as someone approaches, her eyes widening as they stumble into a stop before her, the smell of alcohol hitting her nostrils, causing her to screw up her face in disgust for a moment, deciding not to mention it until she was able to judge the situation properly.

“You know, you have a point there. Bees are super cool, and super necessary. I like bees. We need to save the bees.”

[itsbethmasters-blog]

Britani stills at the nickname, a frown creasing her brow. “Do I kn—” She cuts herself off with a small gasp as she finishes her quick once over of the other girl. “Shit. Beth? From, uh,match.com?” She asks, hoping Beth isn’t too offended that she didn’t immediately recognise her. “Sorry, guess i couldn’t recognise you without the pixels on your face… You’re definitely more beautiful in person.” She adds softly, letting a coy smile curl onto her lips. 

She can’t help the wave of sadness that washes over her as the other doesn’t recognise her, before stumbling over the website they’d met on. How many people was Britani dating? Was she expecting someone else, someone better? She listens to the compliment, smiling slightly, though not fully believing it, pixels didn’t make much difference. “Thanks... You’re not half bad yourself.”

[itsbethmasters-blog]

“Britani.” She returns softly. “Nice to meet you Beth, how ‘bout we start our mission to get you some soda?”

She can feel her heartbeat increase at the name, and she hopes it doesn’t show as she nods. 

“An adventure sounds like a great idea, Brit.” The name slips out without a warning, and she clenches a fist at her side, mentally cursing herself for uttering such, when the other might not have known it was her, might not have even been the same person.

[heyyitsjasper-blog]

“So, it turns out I’m not as good a chef as I thought I was… Anybody want some badly burnt and incredibly chewy brownies?” 

[itsbethmasters-blog]

“Hey, I’m sure they aren’t that bad, right? Like, they could be terribly burnt and incredibly inedible at all, at least you can still eat these. Maybe just with some ice cream or custard, or something.”

[itsbethmasters-blog]

Britani smiles softly as the other girl curls her finger around her own, and gently shakes their now partially linked hands. “Just soda today.” She confirms with a small nod. “Now all we need to do is get you some. Any particular soda you after, cutie?”

Words cannot describe how glad Beth is that the other is being so understanding, a laugh falling from her lips as their linked hands move as one, before she shakes her head. 

“Any soda is fine with me. And my names not cutie, its Beth.” 

[itsbethmasters-blog]

Raking a hand through her hair, Britani lets out a small sigh at the other girl’s words. “Well, I mean… If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” She tells the blonde with a shrug. “But it would be nice, and I am an excellent drinker, I’d look after you if it got too crazy, promise.” She says softly, offering up her pinky finger, a cheeky grin curling onto her lips.

You don't have to if you don't want to.

The words are a comfort, and the beating of Beth's heart slows slightly, calming her, no longer afraid of what could happen if she were to drink.

She laughs as the other holds out her pinky, shaking her head in something akin to fondness, before reaching out and entwining her own finger with that offered. "Okay. Not today, but soon, maybe, we can have real drinks, but today just soda."