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It was an awkward situation to discuss. So that's why they didn't discuss it. They just...cleared the air. Janae made it clear it was just to spite Aaliyah's mother. Though she didn't say why, Aaliyah knew. The minute Janae seen Liyah shed tears over Alissa, she let her intrusive thoughts win, and she kissed her. Aaliyah didn't have a problem with it, obviously. I mean, why would she? There was no point. It was a simple kiss. And hey, if Janae wanted it to go somewhere else, then she'd be okay with that. But for now, it was a secret.
Janae walked into the library, searching for Poussey. "Yo, P, you in here?"
"Yeah, gimme a sec." Poussey said, wiping down the shelves. Janae took a seat at one on other the tables, her leg bouncing up and down nervously. "Okay, what's up?" Poussey sat down at the table, intertwining her hands together. "Wait, if you killed someone, you can't tell me."
Janae rolled her eyes. "I ain't kill no one, chill. I just need your advice."
"With what?"
"What do you do when you start to have...feelings...for your best friend?" Janae asked slowly. It was a tricky question, but she knew Poussey would understand. "Wait...is this about Aaliyah?" Janae groaned, hitting her head on the table. She was hoping Poussey wouldn't figure it out. But I mean come on, was it really a secret? Janae and Aaliyah had practically been inseparable.
"Don't tell her," Janae said. Poussey raises her hands for a slight second, "Aye, it's cool. I won't. But knowing Aaliyah, she's gonna figure it out." Janae nods, sighing, "I know. Which is why I needa figure out how I feel."
Poussey pursed her lips, thinking about how she could help. "How do you feel when you're with her?" Janae furrowed her brows, not seeing how that was important, but she answered anyways. "Happy, I guess. She always puts me in a good mood." Poussey smiles, "That's good, cause usually you in a bad mood." They both share a small laugh, agreeing with that statement.
"Now how do you feel when she's upset?" Poussey questions. They were important questions. It tested whether Janae saw her as a friend or more than that. "I feel upset too. When she's sad, it makes me sad. I don't want her to feel any pain. She don't deserve it. She deserves to be happy at all times, cause she makes everyone else around her happy. And when she cries, I get mad. I wanna hurt whoever made her cry. But it's confusing, cause I can't tell if this means I like her, or if I'm just being a good friend."
Poussey nods, understanding what she meant. Feelings could be tricky. Everyone knew that. "I get it man, feelings are tricky."
Janae sighs, holding her head in her hands. "I don't know, man. From what you're tellin' me, it sounds like you like her. But you right, it could also mean y'all are just good friends. Maybe, I don't know, test the waters with her more." Poussey suggests. Janae knit her brows together, looking at Poussey. "Whatchu' mean by that?"
"I mean, be more open with her. Maybe she could help you figure out your feelings. If she flirts, flirt back, shit. Try it out. See how you feel." Poussey explains. Janae nods slowly, getting what Poussey was saying. "What if I...already kissed her?" There it was. Secret no longer.
Poussey's eyes widened, looking around to see if anyone was around, luckily not. "Y'all kissed already? When?"
"I went to go tell her 'bout Judy and you know how she hates her ma?" Poussey nods, recalling Aaliyah's hatred for the woman. "She took her brother's visitation date and I seen she got Liyah all upset. So I remembered how Liyah said she was hella against the whole gay shit and I kinda just...did it. I wanted to get back at her for hurtin' Liyah. It wasn't even like a real kiss. It was for a second and it was like a peck, you know?"
"Shit," Poussey chuckles, a little taken back. "Then why you here? That kiss shoulda told you how you felt."
"I know but I still don't know, it was like a second, I couldn't tell." Janae defends. Poussey hums, snapping her fingers, "Then y'all gotta kiss again."
Janae frowns slightly. "What if she don't wanna kiss me again?"
Poussey shoots her a blank look. "Have you met Aaliyah? That girl will take any action she can get from you. You said it yourself. She said she ain't gon' stop until you fall in love wit' her."
"True."
"Exactly. So just find the right time, and kiss the damn girl. If you feelin' her, you'll know it for sure."
"Aight. Just gotta find the perfect time. That should be easy, right?"
Wrong.
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"You open today, sweets?" Aaliyah leaned against the doorframe of the salon. The last thing she cared about was the stupid rumors the Hispanics were spreading around about Sophia. And normally, she would do her own hair but it was getting longer and she missed her brown hair. She was gonna leave the short black hair in the past. Sophia turned around, growing a small smile when she sees the Brit. "Come on in, Aaliyah. I was wondering when you were gonna stop by."
"I'm flattered. And normally, I wouldn't let anyone touch my hair but I figured why not get a new look to celebrate my mum's cancer?" Aaliyah shrugs with a light laugh, sitting down in the chair. "Yikes girl. What'd yo mama do to you?" Sophia asks, taking the four bottles of Pantene from Aaliyah as payment. "Shag around with every man in her vicinity. And that's not even the half of it," Aaliyah shrugged.
"Imma pretend to know what that means. But what can I do for you today?" Sophia asked, running her hands through Aaliyah's short-ish curly hair. It had grown out a lot since she got to Litchfield so her roots were her original brown color.
"Can you get rid of the black? And maybe some bangs?" Aaliyah requests.
"Sure can." Sophia goes to grab some stuff. "I'm surprised you showed up with all the shit the Spanish girls been spreading around," Sophia comments. She had gotten into it with Gloria Mendoza over her son and gave Gloria a little shiner. Therefore why all the Spanish girls had been spreading rumors, talking shit.
"I don't really care for the petty high school drama. And I don't fuck with that transphobic shit. It's not any of my business what someone identifies as." Aaliyah said, messing with the string on her tank top.
"Exactly. It's classless as fuck. I knew I liked you." Sophia smiled.
"Us women gotta stick together," Aaliyah smiles, winking at her.
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a/n: short chapter but janae wasn't rlly in the past two episodes so i had to improvise 😔
i just had to add a scene with aaliyah and sophia before she got sent to shu 🤞 i love sophia sm
janae and poussey moments >>
not much jaliyah in here but next chapter there will be 🙏
