My Rockstar Girlfriend (Jenniex Female reader)

Ch.8 Little Lies

Your my mesmerizing, paralyzing,
fucked up little thrill...
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Jennie was noticeably more uncomfortable and nervous the next 24 hours. She was distant. We didn't leave the motel room cause the search for us with the police was still very much active. I had to pull Jennie away from the balcony when I saw the lights coming down the streets. It was scary being in hiding but it made you feel kinda badass to.

We just waited and waited. Both of us desperately waiting for a call from Jisoo or even James at this point. Any contact about our next move would've been helpful. But now we just sit in silence in a motel waiting for what was to come.

Neither of us got sleep that night. I pretended to sleep while Jennie just sat up straight in her bed all night not even turning the lights off. Even though I was closing my eyes I could still feel her staring at me every so often making sure I was still there. Making sure I was okay.

She was being so quiet I had to peak every now and then to make sure she didn't run off but every time I opened my eyes there she was. In bed, sitting up just gazing at the wall playing with her fingers.

I wanted to talk to her but I didn't know what to say.
We we're playing the waiting game.

Jennie's POV

Morning finally came, it still was only about 6:00 though. The more I was left alone in my thoughts the more worst case scenarios my brain came up with.

Jisoo, James and Y/n are the only people who know about the suitcase. James was in on it and Jisoos with the police and they definitely wouldn't go anywhere near the police. The last person that knows is Y/n. She's the main person their after right now.

An old rundown Motel 6 is definitely not the safest place she could be right now. She's also was technically the weakest out of all of us. She doesn't know how this all works. She can't negotiate or fend for herself properly. I'm supposed to protect us. I'm the one that's supposed to get us out of this but if I'm honest I don't even know to do defend myself, let alone 2 of us.

I look over to the side at her bed just a few feet away. She's turned to the side, back facing me. Even from here I could tell she was struggling to sleep. Her breathing was fast, her feet kept moving under the blankets. No matter how much she denied it I knew she was nervous of what's to come.

If only there was a way to assure her everything would be alright. The problem is I didn't exactly know if everything was gonna be alright. For her sake I wanted to make it all okay.

I don't exactly know my feelings towards y/n but I usually don't know how to decipher my feelings in the first place.

She gets on my nerves quite a bit but she lacks knowledge in areas so I forgive her. I'd be lying if I said her constant checking up on me didn't annoy me but also flatter me.

I liked being watched by her, cared by her. It made me want to watch and care for her like someone should've cared for me. I remember being 18 like her. It wasn't that long ago but it was the hardest year of my life.

The year my parents told me they wanted nothing to do with me, the year I got arrested, just the year it all kind of fell apart for me. Now that I've turned 20 the year has been a lot better despite all the issues that have occurred so far. I feel more grounded, more sure of myself, it might just be a part of growing up but I also couldn't deny Y/N's part in it all.