Jennie's POV
Lisa slams her bedroom door as I reach the top of the stairs. I turn the knob, half-expecting it to be locked, but it opens.
"Lisa, are you okay?" I ask, unsure what else to say.
She answers me by grabbing the lamp off the nightstand and slamming it against the wall. The glass base shatters from the impact. I jump back and a small shriek comes out against my will. She paces over to the desk, grabs the small keyboard, and rips it out of the desktop computer, tossing it behind her.
"Lisa, please stop!" I yell.
She doesn't look at me, but knocks the monitor to the ground and starts yelling, "Why? Why, Jennie? It's not like he can't afford to buy a new fucking computer!"
"You're right," I say and step on top of the keyboard, crushing it further. "What? What are you doing?" she asks as I pick it up and drop it back on the ground. I'm not really sure what I am doing but the keyboard's already broken, and this seems like the best idea at the moment.
"I'm helping you," I tell her, and confusion flashes in her angry eyes before humor takes over. I pick up the monitor and throw it against the floor. She walks over with a small smile on her lips as I pick it up again, but her hands stop mine and she takes the monitor out of my hands and sits it on the desk.
"You're not mad at me for yelling at my dad like that?" she asks, and cups my cheeks, her thumbs gently caressing them as her green eyes bore into mine.
"No, you have every right to express yourself. I would never be mad about that." She just had a fight with her dad but she is worried about me being mad at her? "Unless of course you're being mean for no reason, which in this case you weren't."
"Wow . . ." she says.
But the small gap between our lips is too tempting. I lean forward and press mine against her, and she immediately opens her mouth, deepening the kiss. My fingers twist into her hair and she groans as I put more force into it. Her anger rolls off her like a tidal wave. I push her back a little and she turns me around so the bottom of my back hits the desk. Her hands attach to my hips and she lifts me onto the desk. I am her distraction. The thought of me being what Lisa needs makes me feel needed in a way I wasn't aware of. I feel more solid now, more necessary in her life, and my head tilts back as she continues to push her tongue against mine, standing between my legs.
"Closer," she moans into my mouth. Her hands grip the back of my knees and she pulls me to the edge. My hands tug at her jeans and she pulls her mouth away from mine.
"What . . .?" She raises an eyebrow at me. She must think I am insane, coming in here and helping her break things, and now trying to undress her. And maybe I am. I don't care at the moment. All I care about is the way the curve of Lisa's collarbones are shadowed by the moonlight coming through the bay window, the way one of her hands is holding my face like I am fragile, despite her trying to break everything in the room minutes ago.
I answer her wordlessly by wrapping my legs around her and pulling her closer.
"I really thought you were going to storm in here and tell me off." She smiles and presses her forehead against mine.
"You were wrong," I remind her with a smug smile.
"Very. I don't want to go back down there tonight," she says, eyes searching mine.
"That's fine. You don't have to."
She relaxes and moves her head to the crook of my neck. I'm surprised by how easy this is between us. I had expected her to snap at me, maybe even try to make me leave when I came in here, but here she is leaning on me. I can tell she is really trying to navigate this relationship the best she can, despite the fact that she is one giant mood swing.
"I love you," I tell her, and feel her lip ring move against my neck as she smiles.
"I love you," she replies.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask, but she shakes her head, still buried in my neck. "Okay, do you want to watch a movie? Something funny, maybe?" I suggest.
After a long pause, she looks back toward the bed. "Did you bring your laptop?" When I nod she continues. "Let's watch The Vow again."
I laugh. "You mean the movie that you supposedly despise?"
"Yes . . . well, despise is a little harsh. I just think it's a sappy, mediocre love story," she corrects.
"Then why do you want to watch it?"
"Because I want to watch you watch it," she answers thoughtfully.
Remembering the way she watched me the entire time we watched it in my room, that night seems so long ago. I had no clue what was coming up between us. I would have never imagined we would come to this.
My smile is all the answer she needs as she grabs my waist and carries me to the bed.
Within minutes, she is snuggled up next to me studying my face as I watch the movie. Halfway through I feel my eyes getting heavy.
"I'm getting sleepy," I say with a yawn. "They both die; you're not missing much."
I nudge her with my elbow. "You have issues."
"And you're adorable when you're sleepy." She closes my laptop and pulls me up to the top of the bed with her.
"And you're uncharacteristically nice when I'm sleepy," I say.
"No, I'm nice because I love you," she whispers and I swoon. "Sleep, beautiful."
She gives me a small peck on my forehead, and I am too tired to try for more.
THE NEXT MORNING, the light is bright, too bright. When I roll over to bury my head in Lisa's shoulder, she sighs in her sleep and pulls me closer. When I wake up again, she is awake and staring at the ceiling. Her eyes are hooded and her expression unreadable.
"You okay?" I ask, nuzzling farther into her.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she answers, but I can tell she is lying. "Lisa, if there is something wrong . . ." I begin.
"There isn't, I'm fine." I decide to let it go. We have gotten along all weekend; it's a record for us. I don't want to ruin it. I lift my head up and place a single kiss on her jaw and her arms wrap tighter around me.
"I have a few things to do today, so whenever you're ready, can you drop me off at my house?" she asks. My stomach drops, hearing the distance in her voice.
"Sure," I mumble and move out of her embrace. She tries to grab my wrist but I move too quickly. Grabbing my bag, I head to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth. We have been in our own little bubble all weekend, and I fear that without the protection of these walls, she won't be the same.
I'm relieved when I don't run into Jisoo or Yeri in the hallway, and even more relieved that Lisa is fully dressed when I return. I want to get this over with. She has cleaned the glass off the floor and the keyboard is in the trash can, the lamp and monitor neatly piled nearby.
Downstairs, I say goodbye to Marco and Karen, though Lisa walks outside without saying a word to either of them. I assure them that Lisa will still be at the wedding, despite the drama last night. I tell them about the computer and lamp, but they don't seem to pay it much mind.
"Are you mad or something?" Lisa asks after ten minutes of silence. "No." It's not that I'm mad, I am just . . . nervous, I suppose. I can feel the shift between us and I wasn't expecting anything to change from how we were all weekend.
"It seems like it." "Well, I'm not."
"You need to tell me if you are."
"You're just being distant and now you're having me drop you off at your house, and I thought everything was fine between us," I say.
"You're upset because I have things to do today?" When she says it like that, I realize how ridiculous and obsessive I sound. Is that why I am upset? Because she isn't hanging out with me today?
"Maybe." I laugh at my stupidity. "I just don't want you to be distant from me."
"I'm not . . . not on purpose, at least. I am sorry if I made you feel that way." She reaches over and puts her hand on my thigh. "Nothing is going to change, Jennie."
Her words calm me, but there is still a sliver of uncertainty behind my smile.
"Do you want to come with me?" she finally asks. "No, I'm okay. I have some studying to do anyway."
"Okay. Jen, you have to remember this is new to me. I'm not used to having to consider other people when I make plans."
"I know."
"I can come to your room when I'm finished, or we can go to dinner or something."
I put my hand on her cheek, then run it through her messy hair. "It's fine, really, Lisa. Just let me know when you're finished and we can decide then."
When we pull up to her house, she leans over and gives me a swift kiss before climbing out of the car.
"I'll text you," she says, and bounds up the steps to that damned house.