𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚

what if i started naming my oneshots after the song it reminds me of. in this case its "you love me" by kimya dawson which reminds me of soapie!!
anyways just a small oneshot abt jenny & how her and sophie got closer. from jennys pov cuz shes so!!! /pos
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Jenny stretched her fingers through the thin strap of the band tying back her hair, undoing the entire thing just to redo it–much tighter then before, because she couldn't see anything through the continuous runaway curls slowly dripping into her vision. A girl sat across from her, fingernail sat against the table to trace small little smiley faces and flowers that stemmed from the edge of the wood.

"Okay, okay, so–" Jenny frowned at the girl's lack of attention, not because she was mad, simply confused. She attempted to kick her converse, ended up kicking her bag–that still got her jolting up like Jenny had just pressed a hot iron rod to her back. "–Sorry, sorry! Are you okay? I just wanted to uh, get your attention–"

"It's- It's fine, I swear!" She smiled awkwardly, hands threading together in an rigid ladder of clammy fingers. For first starts, they weren't doing good. It was a small initiation project for younger, newly-joined college students, and Jenny had to teach her about the courses or whatever; she had no idea how to, but she had a small guide clenched in her fist that had a tear in the corner from where Jenny accidentally tugged at it too hard.

She faintly remembered knocking into the girl while they were still in high school–Sophie Walten. They could have been considered friends until Jenny went off to college, but they talked over the phone from time to time (usually through voicemail, Jenny had a killer amount of assignments) and that was about it. Sophie had requested for Jenny to be her mentor of sorts, which meant she didn't hate her, right?

"So, I'm sure you have the college map, right?" Sophie bobbed her head, and Jenny set the guide down on the table as soon as she did. "Do you have something in particular you'd like to study?"

"Yes, actually—Art. Its, uh, something I'm good at." Jenny watched her hands butterfly-flutter about, watched them fall back to her lap like they'd suddenly been shot down. She hummed, taking a second to dig for a faint memory she could feel the echo of.

She snapped her fingers when she landed on it. "You were the girl who won the art contest at school, right? That painting was, like, so groovy." Groovy. Jenny almost wanted to slam her head into the small table and pass out. Why was she so horrible at conversation?

"Really? You think so?" A small bit of blush–nothing more then a pink little tinge under her skin–developed on her cheeks, trickling over to her ears in a way Jenny absently noted as cute to watch. She nodded to reaffirm her past statement, tracking her attention back to the guide and pressing a finger against the tear like that was magically going to fix it.

"I think you've mapped out your classes?" At the sudden enlargement of the aforementioned blush, Jenny smiled in a way she hoped to be comforting and resisted the urge to reach for her hand because she may not be comfortable with that and–talk, Jenny. "Don't worry! Slipped your mind, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah. It did." Sophie blew out a sigh, and her entire figure deflated with it, as if she was expecting something worse then Jenny's remark. Jenny didn't make a comment on it, simply requested Sophie's class schedule and made friendly conversation until the sun moved directly into her eyes and they had to vacate the outside area of the café they had chosen and into it. She laughed at Sophie's request of coffee and a whole bunch of sugar, explained she didn't mean it in a way of teasing when Sophie winced, and then elaborated on how she just didn't enjoy anything with that much sugar.

Eventually, they finished everything off, and a long bit of silence stretched between them that both of them longed to break but simply couldn't find the words to. Sophie did after what felt like hours (in reality, it was thirty minutes), the rim of her coffee arrested under her lips and fanning steam along her face that was slowly making beads of perspiration appear. "I uh... what if I don't remember some of this stuff?"