A Lover's Society | Jean Kirstein x fem reader AU

Chapter 11

Jean paced around the living room in slight anger that he couldn't get what he wanted. It has been three days of searching for (y/n) but nothing. He ran his fingers through his hair and by the way he was walking, you could tell just how angry he felt.

Sasha sat on the couch nearby and stared up at the ceiling, she was the only one there besides Jean and she felt she would be helpful by talking it out with him. But Jean was stubborn and wouldn't take her word for anything, he continued to pace and complain about how he was feeling.

Sasha was getting annoyed.

"Jean... give up, it's not going to happen." Sasha dangled her feet over the armrest of the couch as she tried to advise her friend.

"I mean... she abandoned me too." She sighed as she turned her body around so she was now sitting straight up.

"You don't understand." Jean snapped at her. He stopped in front of the fireplace and leaned against the cool bricks, "Giving up isn't an option, she's my soulmate..."

"Uh... okay, yeah you're right. I don't." She stood up, "maybe I should just go home. No sense in being here if you're just going to get angry."

All Jean did was stand there in silence, strategizing ways to get (y/n) back. He completely disregarded Sasha as she stared at him, expecting an answer back.

"See you later I guess." She picked up her jacket and left.

The entire way home, Sasha felt apprehensive. Her heart was telling her something was going to go wrong or incorrectly. After all this time, why wouldn't her friend try to keep in touch or reach out to her regarding her return? It simply didn't make sense. Sasha felt like crying. Sure she had felt bad for Jean too but it felt like a bigger deal to her since she had known (y/n) longer, since they were kids.

She turned the corner to her street and noticed a car sitting in her driveway: a dark blue Chevrolet that she didn't recognize, but someone standing in front of the door.

Sasha pulled into her driveway and got out of the car to get a closer look at the person who was now knocking on the door.

A fancy pink dress and perfectly curled hair. It was her.

"(Y/n)...?" Sasha said quietly as she approached her old friend. All that time of wondering and being hurt that no communication was reciprocated, flew out the window since standing right there, was her best friend.

(Y/n) turned around and a look of surprise grew on her face.

"Sasha! Oh god, I tried calling but there wasn't an answer and I thought..."

Sasha grabbed (y/n) and pulled her into a tight hug, some tears falling onto her face.

"Sasha...?" (Y/n) asked confused.

"I've missed you so much." She began to sob, the salty tears finding their way into her mouth until finally pulled away and wiped them off.

"We need to chat." (Y/n) said.

Sasha nodded and then led her inside the house. The familiar old scent wafted into (y/n)'s nose and memories of being a little girl in this very house flooded back to her. She sat down on the couch and waited for Sasha to join before speaking.

"So... how have you been?" (Y/n) asked a little awkwardly.

Sasha stood up in slight frustration. Her friend was acting too casual about this as if departing never happened, "this is how you act after disappearing the last few years?"

"In my defense, my parents cut me off from everyone." she sighed, "I know this is weird that I just showed up... but please hear me out." (Y/n) looked up at Sasha with genuine worry as her friend sat back down, willing to comply.