jenae is forced to move into an apartment with her ex-best friend, vinnie. it's awkward since things became rocky before the two separated, but now jenae needs him to fake as her boyfriend.
fyi, never fake a proposal at a restaurant for complimenta...
after jenae struggles to put the code into the lockbox, the door unlocks and opens. the house is dark and still until jen flips the light switch and suddenly the house is lit up.
"woah..." aaron mutters, glimpsing around at the gigantic house with his mouth wide.
the house is beautiful though.
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everything is so neutral. it has an indie vibe to it.
"all of that driving has me tired," jenae yawns.
what nerve.
i drove 2 hours while everyone else in the car slept.
"there are two bedrooms upstairs and two down here. i'm about to walk nano, but wander around if you want."
the three of us nod our heads, and before jenae can even close the door, we're already glimpsing and roaming around.
the upstairs is visible and the stairs spiral. also not forgetting to mention how big the house is itself, the couch has plenty of decorative pillows with simple patterns. the hallway has a lengthy bohemian rug. as for the kitchen, it had a peak through the wall, reminding me of a diner.
the kitchen's also gigantic compared to our apartment's kitchen. kinda makes me wish i invested in a house like this.
not too soon after jenae and nano returned, we all called it a night. amorah and jenae took the bedrooms upstairs, meanwhile, jack and i took the ones downstairs.
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after i got settled i lay in bed scrolling on my phone endlessly. once i finally got tired, i lay in bed with my heavy eyes closed.
my mind didn't remain blank but instead, i reflect on today. i think about: a quick smoke session, if i locked the door after we left the apartment, a late-night snack,
and i also think about jenae.
my mind races when it comes to her and only her. i can go on and on about how beautiful she is to peek at even if she doesn't realize it. i also reflect on how mature she was to apologize earlier and how we gazed into each other's eyes shortly after. or think about the tears that dropped down her cheek as she muttered.
"i didn't want to feel so...abandon like i did when she left." echoes in my mind.
it took everything in me not to give her a gentle kiss on her forehead as a sign of security and comfort. to show her i didn't mean to make her feel that way two years ago.
but lately, all of this thinking about her hasn't been because of this fake relationship, but because i think i'm realizing how i feel about her.
