Love isn't easy

Chapter 41: May 2012

May 2012

Twenty-three-year-old Lisa and twenty-nine-year-old Jisoo walk down the faintly lit hallway that leads to the two-bedroom Roseanne and Lisa rent in Queens. Lisa carries the brown paper bag the sisters picked up a short while ago from the Chinese restaurant on the corner of 147th and 41st Avenue. On one hand, Jisoo lugs a twelve-pack of a snobby, craft brewery IPA for herself. On the other, she hauls a twelve-pack of Stella Artois - or as she likes to call it, "piss water for the uncultured" - for Roseanne and Lisa to share.

They both have bright, carefree smiles plastered on their faces as they laugh and chit-chat while approaching the door near the end of the corridor.

"No, honestly. You should've seen his fucking face when I bit into the egg and had all the gooey bullshit running down my chin. He looked like he couldn't figure out if he was horrified or turned on."

Lisa boisterously laughs as she does her best to fish for the keys somewhere in her messenger bag with just one free arm.

"That doesn't sound like it's worth twenty bucks."

Lisa finally finds them and her muscle memory instructs her to insert the key into the knob and turn it without thinking much of it.

"It was a dare." Lisa pushes the door open and keeps her eyes on the knob in an attempt to remove her keys. Jisoo, not being a person known for her patience, squeezes past Lisa and into the apartment. "Of course it w... AHH FUCK! NO! "

The change in Jisoo's voice from relaxed to distressed makes Lisa's eyes fly up to find her sister facing towards the hallway and away from the living room with a genuinely horrified look on her face.

"WHY.THE.FUCK.IS.YOUR.FUCKING.GIRLFRIEND.NAKED?!"

Lisa finally glances into the apartment to find Roseanne standing completely unclothed in the middle of the living room. Lisa's eyes triple in size and she feels every ounce of blood on her body shoot up directly to her face. Lisa's head whips towards Jisoo.

"I don't know!" Lisa, flustered like she doesn't remember ever being before, immediately pivots back to Roseanne. "Why are you naked?!"

"It's Friday! You said you were on your way home!"

"I was! I am!"

The three of them stand awkwardly with no one moving an inch.

"Fuck...I feel like my fucking eyes are burning."

Jisoo grumbles into the hallway.

The apartment door is still wide open, and if anyone were to walk by, they would get a clear shot of Roseanne's naked body as well.

"Oh please, as if you've seen better tits."

Roseanne argues nonchalantly.

Roseanne has never been shy about her body, sexuality, or nudity, so to say that their current predicament does not faze her would be an understatement. On the other hand, the Manoban sisters could power a whole energy farm with their anxiety alone.

"Roseanne!"

Jisoo turns around with every intention of squabbling with the younger blonde.

"Don't fucking flatter yourself Ro..." She suddenly stops and her eyes balloon to a borderline impossibly large size. "OH MY FUCK! OH FUCK! There is a bright blue dildo and lube on the goddamn fucking coffee table." Jisoo swiftly swivels to face the door anew. Lisa finally has the presence of mind to spare their neighbors from the current, very thunderous conversation and wordlessly shoves Jisoo aside so she can close the door. "This is fucking hell. I actually fucking croaked and woke up in the deepest pit of purgatory. There's no other explanation. This isn't fucking real life. This bullshit can't be happening to me."