Take Me With You

CHAPTER 3

November, 2011

"Roseanne!" Lisa yells through her own house. Ten minutes ago, Roseanne was going downstairs to grab some food, but she never came back.

They had been doing homework together, but Lisa already misses her.

With a sigh, she makes her way downstairs, only to grin widely when she sees her best friend sitting on the kitchen counter, tucked in the signature letterman jacket of their high school, eating ice cream from the freezer.

"Since when don't you share with me?" Lisa pouts sadly, pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands when she makes her way over on her slippers.

Roseanne grins, her blonde hair in a messy bun, her brown eyes sparkling when she spreads her legs for Lisa to stand between, something they often do.

She has the spoon in her left hand, carefully moving to feed the brunette.

"Hm, good thing mom and dad aren't home." Lisa grins, her clothed hands leaning on Roseanne's thighs.

"That's what I thought." Roseanne smiles softly, taking another bite as she wraps her lips around the spoon.

The sight does something weird to Lisa.

Her gaze is focused on Roseanne's full, pink lips as she licks off the spoon more.

The brunette notices her heartrate increasing almost violently, but she tries to ignore it.

She has no idea where it comes from, or why she's feeling it, but there is something warm between her legs when she moves her gaze up to Roseanne's deep brown eyes.

"What's up? You mad I started eating without you?" Roseanne, as always, notices instantly that something is up.

"Hm, yeah, I was missing you." the brunette softly admits then, loving the close proximity.

When Roseanne feeds her the spoon again, Lisa doesn't take her eyes off her best friend, watching how brown eyes lower to her mouth.

It makes the brunette grin. She wonders why it happens, though.

"You sleeping over tonight?" Lisa munches on the cold ice cream, her hands popping out of her sleeves.

"Uhuh."

Only now, she notices that Roseanne is only wearing shorts. It's freaking November and Roseanne is wearing shorts.

Her palms are warm on the cool skin of the blonde's legs.

"Why on earth are you wearing shorts?" Lisa scrunches up her nose.

"I have been wearing shorts all day and you only notice now?" Roseanne laughs, tapping Lisa's nose teasingly. "I was warm."

"Gimme another bite." Lisa leans in, chasing the filled spoon with her lips, but Roseanne pulls back.

"Nah-uh." The blonde grins, watching her best friend pout sadly.

Then, she offers her cheek to Lisa for her to kiss. Grumbling under her breath, Lisa rolls her eyes when she leans in to place a kiss on Roseanne's cheek.

But, the blonde hears something in the living room, making her turn her head back and Lisa's lips firmly plant on her own.

They both grin when Lisa pulls back.

"Sorry, I heard something." Roseanne winks at her friend. They have never minded been physically close, so this isn't anything new.

But Lisa can feel the burn of Roseanne's lips on her own and she wonders what it means. She has never felt like that before and she isn't opposed to feeling it again.