I'M NOT FOR YOU (JENLISA) (adaptation story)

Cap. 3 - THE WERIDO

The next day - in the apartment

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“LISA!! LISAAAA!! HERE I AM! COME TO ME!!COME TO MY ARMS MY HEART!!” Rosé suddenly entered her new apartment with open arms and asking for the brunette. “LISAAyah! HERE I AM! COME AND LET ME HUG YOU!” Far from stopping with the request for affection, Rosé increased it. It was past noon and the appartment room was full of all the boxes that they had packed themselves but that a company had taken care of moving.

“CHIPMUNK!” Jisoo arrived behind the chestnut with her usual bad mood, increased even more, because in her arms she was carrying one of the boxes with "important objects" that she did not intend to let the moving people mistreat. “STOP CALLING THAT WEIRDO” She protested. “You don't even know her. When you see how it looks, you will not want to hug her!”  She said, leaving the box on the dinning table.

“unnie, don't be bad," she replied her sitting on the floor to start unpacking “You know, and your mother has already told you, that even though we are ultra millionaires, we cannot despises the rest of the normal once she explained to its way.” One of the first businesses of KIMs Inversions had been a dance school that had been left in charge of the dancer, Rosé. It was currently one of the most famous chains of those studios. “Also, last night you told me that the person who lives here had a doggy face”  she added.

“Yes, but I told you doggy face was crushed by a truck that moves war tanks pasta” she corrected while trying to get to the kitchen refrigerator dodging boxes.

“But a puppy at last" Rosie kept what she wanted. “Do you think she can dance unnie? Because otherwise I could teach her... I KNOW!”

BOOM!!

“Idea!!! I could make her come to my CLASSES Unnieee”

“Don't make me laugh Rosé”  Jisoo already arrived at the refrigerator and was inspecting it  with perfection. “The only dance that this girl should know is the one of the horse that that idiot cartoon sings. And she must have learned it from the number of times that surely a policeman has ordered her to put her hands in tront so she can handcuff her. By the way they should also have taken that guy to jail, for stealing so much time with that song.” She didn't have time to complain. “GOD!”  The door slamming the refrigerator showed the intensity of Jisoo's character. “Not a beer has this filthy apartment” She said. “I bet the weirdo gets drunk every night with fourth she grade alcohol. We are going to have to have the refrigerator with lack Rosie.. Did you count the boxes as Jennie asked?” The woman from south asked the girl with whom she had a casual relationship.

“Yep” Rosé did not give more information and kept taking things out.

“and?” Jisoo wanted a number. “And that? Do you think Lisa will look good in this tutu?” The brunette was holding up a pink tutu that seemed to have been worn by one of the Disney hippopotamuses in the movie Fantasy.

Just when Jisoo was about to insist on the number of boxes, Jennie appeared at the door along with the head of the move by her side. “Did you count the boxes?” She asked without hints and without looking at her friends, she was more interested in locating the tall tattooed body that she hadn't been able to get out of her head all night.

“Don't worry” Jisoo calmed her. “Apparently the weirdo is not there. We are safe for now" she added.

“There are 23 boxes Jen” answered Rosé

“They are all”  said the moving man breathing calmly. As soon as the intimidating brunette had demanded that he come up with her, to confirm that everything they had packed had arrived, he had become nervous.