The New Girl | 𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘡

You're Like, Really Pretty

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"I swear, if you've been to one college party, you've been to them all," Lisa laughs between sips of water.

"You're not having fun?" I pout and look around the room, curious to see if Hongjoong might have appeared tonight. So far, no such luck. "Honestly, me either. Should we go dance?"

"The music kinda sucks," she laughs in response.

"You're not wrong." I look around at the other partygoers, noting that no one is dancing to whatever trap remix of The Chainsmokers is playing through the speakers.

"Seems like you and San made up." Lisa tips her head in the general direction of our friends.

"Yeah, I'm confused about that," I admit. "Last time we talked, he was all, 'I need space from you,' but now he's acting like everything is fine."

Lisa throws her head back with laughter. "That's a good thing. You guys are friends and have to work together for the musical. How's that going, by the way?"

I'm just about to answer when someone knocks into me from behind, making me collide with Lisa. The force sends both of us toward the sticky kitchen counter, but she manages to stop us from fully slamming into the stone countertop. There's a fit of giggles from both of us, but when I try to stand back up straight and take my weight off of her, I find that the space is still occupied. 

Lisa seems to notice and shrugs. "So anyway, how are rehearsals going?"

"Really good," I tell her, "I love my castmates, but I am a little nervous about kissing the guy who plays Warner. He's so freaking hot."

"Oh?" Lisa smirks with a raised brow. "Do you have a show crush?"

"Not even," I shake my head. "Like, I don't have any like... attraction to him? I just... can objectively see that he is attractive. So I guess I'm more just worried that because he's so hot, he's probably an excellent kisser, and I don't think I'm a very good kisser, but I don't know, maybe I'm just overthinking it—"

"Woah, slow down," Lisa shushes me. "I'm sure you're a good kisser, don't stress yourself out. And even if you're not, if you're not attracted to him, who cares what he thinks?"

"I don't know... I guess I want to be a good kisser in general so that when I do like someone, I'm good at it." I sigh and drop my head down onto her shoulder, suddenly feeling sleepy after my last beer. "I should go make out with someone."

"That makes sense," she chuckles and pets my hair, "but I'm not gonna let you go make out with some random person, so you just stay right here, okay?"

I turn my chin to look up at her, feeling very safe and very happy to have her here. "You're so pretty. How are you so pretty?"

Lisa smiles and continues to pet my hair. "You're prettier. I'm so jealous of your hair. I wish I could pull off that color."

"No, you're, like, so pretty. Like, you don't even look real," I insist.

"You're prettier." She pushes a piece of hair that has fallen into my eyes back. "If I were a guy, I'd totally make out with you."

I giggle and hide my face in her shoulder for a moment before looking back up at her. "Only if you were a guy?"

"I..." she looks surprised by the question at first. "I mean, not necessarily, no."

"Then come here," I lift my head in search of her lips, and the moment they make contact with mine, I smile to myself.

Neither of us moves for a moment, but when Lisa adjusts her hands to rest on my waist, I slowly drag my lips along hers. The faintest strawberry flavor lingers between us from her lip balm, but my favorite part is how plush her lips are.