Meeting you | LisRene AU [BOOK 1]

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"Are you seriously this nervous about your mom meeting Irene?" Rosé demanded, crossing her arms as Lisa lay in a heap on the other girl's bed.

"More like the other way around. I'm nervous about Irene meeting my mom. She's going to ask Irene all sorts of horrible questions and Irene will probably realize that I'm not worth having to deal with my mother and then she'll dump me."

Rosé was laughing already, and Lisa flashed her a deadly glare. "Okay, Lisa, you're ridiculous sometimes, but there's no way that you think that will happen."

"Okay, maybe not," Lisa muttered dejectedly. "I'm just worried that it won't go well. My mom has been trying to get me to talk about Irene all week. If you or Jisoo asked me as many questions about Irene as she does, I'd think that you had a crush on her. But I'm not about to spill Irene's whole life story to my mother."

"I'm sure it won't be as awful as you think it will be. Is your mom driving you?"

"Hell no," Lisa answered, sighing in relief. "I'm going to drive over to Irene's about an hour before and we're going to meet my mom at the restaurant. She had a faculty meeting today or something. With all the English professors I guess. So she hasn't been home."

"Is Irene nervous?"

"I don't know. I haven't talked to her since last night," Lisa muttered. "I'm scared that she's going to be nervous and make me even more nervous, or tell me that she doesn't wanna do it. I mean, that might be easier, but at the same time, my mom would probably rage hardcore. I just... ugh."

"Have you at least checked your texts so that your girlfriend doesn't think that you've died?" Rosé demanded, grabbing Lisa's phone from where she'd dropped it on the floor after barging into Rosé's room. Lisa narrowed her eyes at her best friend, who began typing away at the screen.

"Did she text me?"

"Let's see. You've got, 'What time are you gonna be here?', and 'Lisa??', and then 'Do you think you'd wanna come over after dinner with your mom?'," Rosé read off, and Lisa sat up, extending her hand to her best friend. "Wait no, I wanna answer. Let's see if she can tell it's not you."

"What are you saying?" Lisa asked, slumping back into Rosé's pillows.

"I said, 'I'll be over in about an hour' and then 'Is that code for sex because yes to the sex'," Rosé answered, grinning widely.

Lisa jumped up, tackling Rosé and grabbing her phone. She was horrified as she realized that Rosé had actually sent the text to Irene.

To Irene – FUCK that was Rosé. But yeah I'll be over in an hour, and of course, I'd wanna come over after :D (with or without sex obviously don't listen to Rosé)

From Irene – LOL okay babe. X

"I hate you," Lisa said to Rosé, both of them sprawled across the floor now.

"Yeah, whatever."

"I love Irene."

Rosé hoisted herself up onto one arm, looking at Lisa with wide eyes. "Finally you admit it? Damn. I thought that would've happened like two weeks ago. Are you gonna tell her?"

"I don't want to scare her," Lisa admitted, furrowing her eyebrows. "She's about to meet my mom tonight. What if I tell her afterward, and then she freaks out?"

"Play it by ear, I guess," Rosé suggested, laying back down flat on her back. "I'm glad that you finally realize that, though."

"She's... ugh, I don't know, incredible. Literally fucking amazing. I don't know who I'd be without her."