this daydream is dangerous | JENLISA

Chapter 1

Jennie wasn't sure if funny was the word for it, but seeing her entire marriage and life for the last six months itemized and categorized on a series of pages in front of her was definitely something. 

"Ms. Jane would like the Chagals and she's willing to give up the vintage pinball machine," Crystal said, getting a nod of confirmation from Jennie.

"Deal. Jen always liked those paintings best anyway," Brooke replied with a shrug.

Crystal hummed and crossed that item off the list in front of Jennie, already moving on to the next one.

"My client would also prefer to keep the wedding china and the season tickets to the Center of Performing Arts," Crystal continued.

"Ms. Landers is willing to part with the china and the tickets, but she would like to keep the BMW," Brooke's lawyer, Percy, conceded.

"Which one?" Jennie wondered with an almost amused half-smile.

"The red one," Brooke grinned.

"I get the blue," Jennie shot back.

"I expect nothing less," Brooke teased, pouring herself and Jennie more water from the pitcher on the table.

Crystal made a note of that in her file, relaxing just a bit at the cordiality between the two women.

"Why do you two need me and Percy again?" Crystal joked, elbowing Jennie playfully.

"I think it's more for show than anything else," Brooke laughed, lifting up her glass of water almost in a cheers for Jennie.

"Her mother insisted," Jennie corrected, lifting her water in turn and taking a sip.

"It's payback for not having Jen sign a prenup," Brooke added.

Jennie chuckled and then gestured to the last item on Crystal's list, the one thing she wasn't sure she'd be able to get. It had the potential to wipe away the smiles and polite laughter the four of them shared, making her tense up slightly in her chair.

"You're scared. What is it? I thought we agreed I get the cat," Brooke said, lowering her glass back onto the table and watching Jennie closely.

"Nacho is all yours," Jennie said with a shake of her head.

"I'm not willing to give up the beach house. That's a hard no from me. I know you like it there, but that's the only thing I really want-" Brooke started, crossing her arms over her chest.

"If I may interject," Crystal interrupted. "Jennie doesn't want the beach house. She wants The Avalanche."

Jennie waited with bated breath, ready for Brooke to shut her down and send them into serious, bitterly contested, divorce-like arguments.

But it never came.

"Oh thank God," Brooke breathed out. "It's all yours. Absolutely! I have no idea what I'm doing with it anyway. Pretty sure I bought it to impress you, and I still don't understand offsides. Can I still have season tickets?"

"Yes, but you'll have to sit in the stands, I'm keeping the box," Jennie replied with a small smile of relief on her face.

"You don't want your favorite ex-wife to sit in the box with you?" Brooke asked with another teasing grin.

"I can't stand you," Jennie joked, softening her words with a wink.

"You'll miss my obnoxious game commentary when I'm in the stands. Hopefully, you'll find someone who can take my place," Brooke hummed, drumming her fingers on the table.