Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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Tapping of my bedroom window brings me out of dreamland. It wasn't even a wonderful dream considering I was almost eaten by a Titan from AOT. This is why I never watch AOT before bed. I always end up dreaming about weird shit.

My first instinct is to ignore it, reasoning that is probably the wind or a cat decided to play footsie with my window.

"Ignore it, Jen."

With that resolve, I snuggle deep into the covers and close my barely open eyes hoping for a peaceful sleep.

*tap, tap, tap*

Ignore it.

*tap, tap, tap*

I jolt up in a mixture of annoyance and irritation. It's mostly annoyance because I need a solid 6 hours of shut eye. "What the actual fuck is going on?" I whisper-yell. The time on my alarm clock reads 1am and I'm mad, scratch that, I'm pissed. Does this cat want a death wish?

The tapping becomes incessant, almost urgent and I'm now starting to think it's not a cat.

"If it's not a cat, that means it's a burglar." I reason. I grab the baseball bat at the edge of my bed, and yes, it's the same one I almost used to turn Lisa's head into a human baseball. Moving stealthily towards the curtains, I open it and see nothing.

"Weird."

As an extra layer of precaution, I unlock the window and poke my head into the cold midnight air, looking left, then right, and I see nothing, I did not imagine the tapping did I?

"Jennie," a strained voice calls out. I look left again, following the sound of the voice and my eyes grow as wide as saucers.

"What in the world?" Looking straight at me ladies and gentlemen, face illuminated by the streetlights and perched on top of the tree next to my window, holding on to the branches for dear life is none other than Lisa Manoban.

"You're not a cat."

"Why would you think I was?"

"Nevermind that," I whisper harshly. "Why would you think it's okay to come to my neighborhood in the middle of the night and climb a tree next to my window?"

Is she nuts?

"Before, I answer that, could you get me out of here? I'm kind of stuck and I feel like the branches snapping." She squeak. I blink, this time in disbelief because I can't believe she actually climbed a tree.

And is next to my bedroom window.

"How exactly am I meant to do that?"

"I don't know," she whispers harshly. "You're the smart one."

I ponder for a few minutes about how I'm going to help Lisa get down from the tree. "Wait, if you climbed up, can't you slide down?" The law of gravity should be able to work in her favor.

"Uhm..."

She looks down from where she came and I follow suit. Bad idea, at least for her because she's shaking and it's a very long way down. She's a gang leader who deals with weapons yet she's scared of falling from a tree. Ironic.

"You could have used the front door." I say, not even bothering to keep my sarcasm at bay. "Skip a few broken bones."

"I didn't want to risk you hitting me with a baseball bat," she jokes. She looks at my right hand and the color from her face drains. "Get that thing away from me."

I laugh at her displeasure and she send a scowl mixed with a healthy dose of fear my way. "Calm down, pretty girl, I won't hurt you." Sucks for her because I think there are actual soldier ants on that tree so they might actually hurt her. "Think you can hold on for a minute without falling?"