In My Head ; jenlisa ff G!P {COMPLETED}

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November 7, 2023

I don't even want to tell you about this, but I will because I have no one else to tell, and if I keep going over it in my own head, I'm going to go crazy.

Ha.

Jennie was having a really bad day, but because she's basically a robot, she didn't want to tell me what was wrong. I don't mean robot as in she doesn't have any connection to people or that she doesn't care about anyone, because she does, she definitely does. I just mean that she processes information exactly as it hits her, as logically as possible. She doesn't make a fuss about it. She just responds to it. And she doesn't talk about her feelings. I don't think she would even use the word "feelings."

So I spent most of the day trying to figure her out, which seemed to annoy her more than anything. And not in a cute way.

"Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" I asked her after class for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

"Just drop it, okay?" she hissed.

Her lips were pursed, and after our last class was over, she bolted to the library without looking back.

"What's wrong with her?" Jisoo asked me.

"No idea. She wouldn't say."

It was one of those moments where you just know you should be doing something, but you're not sure what. Jennie was clearly upset, but since she wouldn't tell me what was wrong, my options were limited. I sat at my desk for a minute waiting for the class to clear out when I had a thought.

Juria was twirling like she always does when I think I have a good idea. She did cartwheels on the lawn in front of me.

Spontaneity. Girls like that, right?

I stopped at the grocery store and went straight to Jennie's house, knowing she wouldn't be home for a couple hours. She was doing research at the library. I'd seen her through the window. She'd said her computer at home was too slow and usually monopolized by her little brothers.

I'd been there a couple times to drop her off with my mom after Academic Team, but I'd never gone inside. The neighborhood was older, and some of the houses were pretty beat up. Dead grass, plastic flamingos. Short chain-link fences around the front yard. That kind of thing.

Her dad answered when I knocked, and one of her brothers drove a plastic trike into a wall somewhere behind him. Jennie had said her dad was a plumber. When I saw his face, I knew that Jennie must take after her mom. There was nothing in the goofy face and untucked shirt that could have belonged to Jennie.

I'd never officially met the guy before, and I hadn't considered that what I wanted to do would be weird coming from a stranger. He was maybe five foot six, so I sort of towered over him with my bag of groceries, but when I explained what I wanted to do, his face split into a wide grin. Jennie had told him about me.

Most people would have looked at me funny, but there was something in his expression that made me feel like he honestly didn't think I was doing anything weird. That made me feel good for some reason. So I walked into their small kitchen and got to work, while Juria sat at one of the barstools with a dreamy expression on her face.

Two hours later, Jennie walked through the front door with a defeated-sounding "I'm home." Her dad and brothers were already sitting down at the table, which was overflowing with some of my best work.

Her hair had mostly fallen out of her ponytail, and her uniform looked like old skin she wanted to shed. I could tell she'd been crying. Then she asked what was going on.

One of her brothers answered in a high-pitched shriek. "Lisa made dinner!"

They're both roughly the same size and look like the same person, so I haven't gotten their names right yet. I mean, I know they're called Nicki and Haruto, but I have not yet tried to assign the correct name to the correct kid.