« am i in your mind? sometimes? »
« i'd lie if i said it was jus' sometimes. »
in which lulu jenson has to handle
a bunch of shit and finds herself
looking for comfort in fezco.
[EUP...
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"We can stay home tonight, y'know," Fezco said softly behind the bahroom door, "We can do this some other time."
Lulu had spent the day with Zahia, trying to process the letter and everything it implied. And, for once, Lulu had been completely honest with her little sister and had admitted how terrifying this situation was for her. She had confessed about the nightmares and the constant fear lurking over her everyday, knowing Zahia needed to know everything.
It had been a relief for both of them to hear how they truly felt about the whole situation and, in the end, they had been able to see the positive in all of this because they still had a chance to stay together and they weren't going to let that one go.
Lulu was currently doing her makeup in the bathroom, keeping it simple. Fezco's words warmed her heart, seeing how he cared and made sure she wasn't being forced to do something she didn't want.
"I hope you're getting ready because your jaw's gonna drop when you see what I'm wearing," Lulu replied, spraying perfume on her collarbones.
A second later, she chuckled when she heard Fezco sprinting down the hallway, followed by a door slam.
And by seven o'clock, Lulu stepped out of the bathroom and marched down the hall with butterflies in her stomach. It felt like she was going out with Fezco for the first time.
If she was being honest, every moment she spent with him felt like it was the very first time. No matter what she did with him, she couldn't get bored. They could spend a whole day on the couch watching movies and she wouldn't want to do anything else.
Everything was simple with Fezco. She could talk about anything and she knew for a fact that he would listen to every word, he would never interrupt and would only talk when it would be necessary. Sometimes, it would be the other way around. Fezco would be the one to talk and actually confess about his past and Lulu would be there, never intruding.
As she walked down the hall, noticing Ashtray, Zahia and Faye in the living room from the corner of her eye, she realized that she had found her perfect match. Fezco was everything she had ever dreamed of, her best friend and her lover all at once.
He was waiting for her by the door when she walked into the living room.
Zahia was the first one to react, gasping, "Okay, okay, are you going on a date or at your wedding?! Oh my godness!"
"Holy smokes," Faye blurted, hiccuping on the blunt she was currently smoking.
Lulu even noticed Ashtray opening his eyes wide before making eye contact with Fezco, frozen on the spot, staring at her up and down.
She was wearing a silky backless white dress and she had jewelry dangling on her neck. Fezco had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming this moment. His heart started racing in his chest and he was brought out of his trance by Lulu's soft lips pressing against his flushed cheeks.
