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Monday afternoon saw Lisa hike herself and my suitcase up the one flight of stairs to mine and Rosé's flat. I desperately dashed ahead, keen to see my other best friend who (yes, I wasn't afraid to admit) I had missed.
"Rosie!" I yelled, ignoring the fact that her tiny waist was bent over in a somewhat awkward looking yoga position.
I tackled her to the ground and found I was met with strong arms pulling me into a hug; her own shrieks of joy just as loud as mine.
"Christ, it's been two days!" chuckled Lisa, finally arriving with my luggage.
"Lisa! How did it go? Am I looking at the new junior family lawyer at Garret.co?" she sang, lifting herself up from the floor to stop her exercise DVD.
"No," replied Lisa, stunning her into silence for a moment.
"Oh?"
"Punching my boss in the face kinda put a damper on the whole thing," she smiled, though I knew deep down she was still mildly simmering.
"What the hell? You punched him? Why?" Rosé shrieked; voice rising in octave.
Lisa's eyes briefly met mine in a desperate plea and deciding to help her out a little, I began the long winded explanation and hoped that in doing so, Rosé's reaction was somewhat limited.
"He cornered me in the bathroom and said if I gave him a blowjob, he'd give Lisa the job," I stated, feeling suddenly sick.
Rosé quickly snapped her head in my direction, her angry eyes and look of utter disgust matching that of Lisa's.
"He did what?" she enquired, too shocked for her own good. "Did he touch you?"
"No, no, I got away. I told Lisa as soon as I could and she decked him. We had to do a runner though," I laughed, throwing humour at the situation.
"Christ! I leave you both for one weekend and look what happens? Anything else of the scandalous sort take place while you were away?" she jokingly asked, much to mine and Lisa's convenience.
"Well, actually…"
Lisa's fraught eyes met mine in a silent bid to join her, her excitement on the matter proving as much my undoing as the next. It was truly amazing how nothing seemed to faze her and even more so how she wanted to shout about our news as if it were a life-altering discovery. Sure, I suppose us finally admitting our feelings was somewhat life-altering for us, but with the way she was going on, anyone would think she had the answer to bloody global warming.
"Jennie and I have something we'd like to tell you," she explained, flinging a careless arm around my shoulder; something which wasn't so out of the ordinary.
"We're sort of together," I added, unable to hide the smile.
"Like a couple," concluded Lisa, leaving it at that.
Rosé glared at us for a moment, no doubt to register our words. She then rather sceptically narrowed her eyes, as if trying to work something out, but couldn't quite manage it without speaking up.
"Are you having me on?" she questioned, certainly not buying into our declaration.
"No, we're really together," replied Lisa, looking to me afterwards.
Once again, Rosé said nothing on the matter and whilst simply flicking her gaze between the two of us, I annoyingly sighed and threw my hands up in exasperation.
"Bloody hell, Rosé! Do you want proof?" I moaned, grabbing Lisa by the face and smashing my lips to hers.
Lisa was shocked at first but soon mellowed into the embrace, snaking a gentle arm around my waist.
"Christ! Alright, alright, I don't need a show!" Rosé insisted, vocally breaking us apart. "How the bloody hell did this happen?" she demanded to know, smirking her little lips off.
"It just did," said Lisa, tugging on my hand. "Jennie can't keep her hands off me."
Manoban!
I rolled my eyes at her comment and shoved at her arm, locking my gaze onto Rosé's thereafter.
"Are you okay with this?" I questioned, worried for her mental state. "It's not too weird for you, is it?"
"Of course it's fucking weird but it's brilliant. You two are practically married anyway. Why not add sex to the mix," she laughed, pulling us both in for a hug. "But don't make me your third wheel!"
"Of course not. You have Kai anyway. We can be that group that goes on double dates," I ensured, enjoying her sinister smile.
"He wants to meet you both," Rosé stated, pulling away from our group huddle. "How about we all get together for some food and drinks on Saturday. I'll cook."
"Oh bloody hell, can we not order a takeaway or something?" asked Lisa, clearly not a fan of the plan. "I love ya, Rosie but you eat like a sodding rabbit."
"It's good for you!"
"Yeah but it tastes like shit."
Oh God!
"That reminds me actually, we got you a present," I announced, hoping to keep the peace.
Rosé focused her attention on me, excited to get a glimpse of whatever it was I intended to pull from my suitcase.
"Here."
I handed over the brown, paper bag and watched as her greedy eyes peaked inside; her instant smile and playful, "Fuck you!" certainly making me laugh. Lisa and I had seen a chocolate shaped avocado in Keswick's sweetshop and just had to purchase it for the sole purpose of tempting our friend into eating some sugary snacks for once in her nutritious life. That and we also got her a keyring in the shape of a sheep.
"Thanks. It's nice to know you thought of me between all the amazing sex you were no doubt having this weekend," she smiled, attaching the new addition to her keys.
I smiled at her comment and flashed Lisa a curious glance when her phone started ringing; our theories of her being contacted by HR from work seemingly an option as to why she was being contacted on a Monday afternoon.
"It's Dad. He'll be calling to see how this weekend went," Lisa stated, excusing herself to take the call.
In doing so, she left me alone with an eerily smiling Rosé, and unable to take her weirdness much longer, I put a screeching stop to it.
"What?"
"Nothing," she insisted, lying through her teeth.
"Rosie, when have you ever not said what was on your mind?" I questioned, scorning her inability to expand.
"Fine but don't blame me if you're offended by next question."
Oh, Christ!
"Which is?"
"What's she like in bed?" she smirked, certainly not beating around the bush.
I giggled at the hands of her enquiry, though didn't dare tell her how sinfully out of this world the sex was. She'd think I was being dramatic.
"It's…"
I thought for a moment and watched as she came to a standing position to my right, plonking her right leg on the sofa where subjecting her calf muscle to one almighty stretch saw her moaning out in pain-pleasure.
"Amazing. I've never had sex like it before," I answered, modestly so.
"And it's not weird?"
"Not at all," I replied. She switched legs. "It feels natural. Like we should've been doing it this entire time," I expressed, holding onto her foot as she folded her entire body over it.
"Ahh, that's it, thanks," she sighed, finally getting the stretch she needed.
"She's in love with me. Said she has been since we were teenagers," I revealed, trying to gauge her reaction.
"It honestly doesn't surprise me," she admitted, shaking it off.
"Really?
"Really."
Just then, Lisa chose to re-enter, halting all talk of love.
"You okay? You look a little pale," I asked, worried about her pasty complexion and pained expression.
"I'm fine. Kyle wants Mum's engagement ring to propose to Jisoo. I was the last one to have it," she informed, pulling at the roots of her hair.
"And you don't want him to have it because…?" asked Rosé, taking up position of downward dog.
Must she thrust her arse in my face all the time?
"I lost it."
"Lisa! How could you lose your Mum's ring?" I chastised, knowing how sentimental that must've been.
"Not sure. It probably got lost in the move, ya know?"
I refrained from asking her why she even had it in London in the first place. Leaving it at home with her Dad and sister seemed like the logical option but bringing that up simply wouldn't help. What was done was done.
"Well don't worry. I'm sure it'll show up. It's probably in a box somewhere. How long have you got to look for it?" I questioned, moving from my position as to better address her.
"He wants to propose over Christmas," she replied, still looking rather beat up over the whole thing.
"There you are then, plenty of time!" I ensured, landing a swift kiss on her cheek.
She attempted a grin but to no avail. I knew a fake smile when I saw one and although she had expressed on numerous occasions that she didn't blame me for the outcome of this weekend, I momentarily wondered if being back home had made her realise the severity of the situation. After all, she was jobless.
"How about you go home and unpack and I'll see you there later?" I suggested, pulling on her muscled arm. "I'll cook us spagbol if you want?"
"With crusty bread?"
"The crustiest!"
She smiled again, only this time it was genuine.
"Okay baby. I can't wait. And don't forget to call Karen Taylor," she stated, reminding me that I did indeed need to call to arrange a time for my interview.
"I will. Now get going. I need to tell Rosé how amazing you are and you can't be here for that," I smirked, making Rosé laugh from her Cobra position.
Honestly, how did she even get into those formations?
"Alright, remember to use the phrase 'mind-blowing' when describing the sex," Lisa stated, kissing me briefly before making her way towards our front door. "And tell her I have a huge penis!" she shouted, finally taking her leave.
"Is it big?" asked Rosé, thankfully finished with today's yoga workout.
I grabbed my suitcase and shoved it on my bed, ready to pile the endless amount of clothes into the dirty washing basket.
"It's certainly not fun sized," I laughed, grabbing her attention.
"Kai is packing a big one too," she yelled, struggling to be heard over the blender's loud propellers.
"Wait, have you slept with him?" I shouted, hanging my dress up on the wardrobe door.
I just about made out the sounds of hard metal hitting the wooden chopping board and already knew her to be adding bananas to her concoction.
"No, not yet. But let's just say I've been up close and personal to it," she laughed, as if engaging in her own private joke.
"Rosé! You bloody well haven't?"
"What? A girls' gotta eat!" she defended, entering my room not long after with a smoothie in each hand.
"Thanks," I smiled, accepting her kind offer. "What's in it?" I asked, taking a sip.
"Banana and pomegranate," she replied, seating herself at the head of my bed. "They're both foods said to heighten the sex drive," she informed, innocently sipping.
"Christ, I don't think mine needs any help," I laughed, sitting next to her.
She smirked at my cheeky comment and proceeded to drink. "Right then. Who first?" she asked, making herself content in a cross-legged position.
"You first," I insisted, copying her movements in getting myself comfortable. "I wanna hear all about what you've been getting up to and don't skimp on the details."
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