If this is a rom-com, kill the director | Jenlisa

Finally

The interviewers arrived on a Friday. The whole cast knew they would; it was only a matter of time before they showed up, poking their noses around for gossip they didn't need. As soon as Jennie heard they were hovering about, she tensed and made to tell them sharply to get the hell out. She was stopped before she could, by none other than Kai.

"Let me talk to them," he had said, pushing Jennie out of the way.

"There has been an uproar over something I said about Rosie Park," on-screen Kai says. "Something that I shouldn't have said, not in private and certainly not in front of a dozen cameras. I can't take back what I said, so I'm not going to deny it, but I will say that I am truly sorry for any upset that I caused, either to Rosie or to anyone else who was affected by it. I can't expect forgiveness, all I want to do is say that Rosie, wherever you are, I am so sorry for what I did. It was wrong, and I shouldn't have done it."

Kai looks into the cameras, straight into them, as if he's talking to Rosie face to face and not through a TV screen.

Jennie and Lisa are sitting alone, watching the television. They sit inches apart, not touching.

"What did you say to him?" Lisa says, her voice laced with surprise.

Jennie shrugs. "He finally realised he'd done something wrong. I just pushed him into doing something to fix it."

"Well, I guess it's up to Rosie now," she says, shifting back into her seat. "I hope she comes back soon."

"Yeah," Jennie says. "Me, too."

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"God joined my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands. And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo sealed, shall be the label to another deed, or my true heart with treacherous revolt turn to another, this shall slay them both."

She's beautiful. She's just so perfectly beautiful, and Lisa doesn't even try to swallow that thought any more. She's spending more and more hours watching her on set, even when she doesn't need to be there. The more she's near her, the more she feels like she's falling under a spell, and she never wants it to stop.

If she doesn't say something soon, she feels like she might explode.

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A day passes before Lisa touches her phone. It's about as long as she can stand, and as soon as those twenty-four hours are up, she snatches up her phone and taps in Rosie's number. It goes to voicemail, just as she had expected, but that's okay. Lisa knows what she wants to say.

"Rosie," she says, tucking her knees up to her chin and pressing the phone into her ear. "It's Lisa. I know things are shitty right now, but I really miss you. I know it's hard, but this isn't you, Rosie. You don't cower. You march into a room and fills it up, and dares anyone to tell her that she shouldn't. The Rosie I know just wouldn't disappear. Look, take as much time as you like, but we're all having drinks tonight in the hotel bar. Just the crew. Just so you know. If you wanted to come. Everyone would be really happy to see you."

She presses end call and then lets her hand drift to her side. There's so much more that she wants to say to her cousin, but she can't fit it all in a small voicemail.

There's a soft knock at the door, and Jennie pokes her head around it.

"You ready to go?" she says.

Lisa shifts off the bed. "Yeah. Let's go."

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The whole cast and crew is there, all of them a rowdy bunch, as usual. Lisa feels a strange rush of affection as she enters the room; it's cheesy and cliché to say, but these people really have become her family. The crowd cheers as Lisa and Jennie join the table, and everyone scoots over to give them space.