Dancing With Your Ghost

Ch.14

That night, Lisa found herself pretty much on the verge of a complete and utter breakdown. Because, okay, what the fuck was going on?
She was literally about to help her ghost best friend break into a very rich man's house with the assistance of nuns. And there was now the potential threat that not only could her life get ruined, but Jennie might actually die.

Jennie could die. There was no guarantee that she'd be able to make it out of that house. Angel might know what they were doing, or maybe they just had better security than planned. Either way, this was not the type of thing to be doing that filled Lisa with a sense of safety and security.

She was pacing in her room. The others had gone to bed early, due to the fact that they would be waking up very early, but here Lisa was, still awake, because, well, what else was she supposed to do? How could she sleep at a time like this?

She'd always prided herself on having a good sleep schedule, but no amount of scheduling and planning could offset the boiling anxiety in her stomach. It was fine, this was fine, there was a plan for tomorrow, and Lisa would be with Jennie, and she could keep her safe. Except, every plan had the chance for misfortune, and the stakes were too high for that.

Dammit, Lisa had never expected loving someone to be this painfully terrifying. She knew it would hurt, she knew that her heart would ache, she knew that it would likely never be a truly happy feeling, as she'd probably never get loved back, but she hadn't expected this. Hadn't expecting how it would feel like there was an open wound on her chest at all times.

Her attention was suddenly pulled to the door. There was no sound, nothing at all, but Lisa could feel Jennie's presence right outside. Jennie had her own room, but she didn't need to sleep, so she'd told the others she'd probably just keep wandering around tonight, burning off nervous energy.

If that was the case, why was she at Lisa's door?
Lisa waited, wondering if Jennie was going to knock, or if she'd just been stopping by Lisa's door on her rounds. There was silence, and Jennie's presence didn't move. Seconds moved by, and Jennie stayed there, outside Lisa's door.

Slowly, Lisa walked over to the door, standing in front of it. On the other side, was Jennie mirroring her position? Was she staring at the door, wondering what Lisa was doing? Did she think Lisa was asleep? Why was she still standing there?

Her hand reached out to grab onto the doorknob. Well, if Jennie was still standing there then Lisa might as well see what she wanted. She pulled the door open.

On the other side, Jennie's mouth fell open, her hand raised as if she'd been considering knocking.
"How did you—" Jennie winced. "Right. You can sense my presence. Forgot about that." She looked over her shoulder. "Thanks for that one buddy."

"Are you talking to the light?"
Jennie shrugged. "Carol thinks it's got some sort of sentience. Whether that be an extension of me, or Areala, or whatever, it seems to have a mind of its own. So, uh yeah, I've been talking to it." Quieter, she mumbled, "Actually I've been doing that for a bit, but that doesn't matter."
Lisa nodded, her hand still on the doorknob.
"Are you alright?"
Jennie blinked. "What?"

"You were just standing in front of my door for about three minutes. Was there something you needed?"

Jennie shrugged again, this one a lot more helpless. Her hands fiddled by her sides, and her feet looked like they wanted to start running. But she didn't.

"I wanted to talk to you."

Lisa stepped aside to let her into the room. Jennie smiled gratefully and strode inside.
"You know you can always come talk to me."
"Yeah, but I thought you might be sleeping. I didn't want to wake you, especially seeing as you're insisting on coming with me." She gave Lisa an unimpressed look, but Lisa just folded her arms.