the beat of my heart || Jenlisa Adaption

Chapter 2: day 2

It's 4 AM when Jennie wakes up in the most uncomfortable position she's ever been in. One of those positions that make her wonder what the fuck her body does while she's asleep.

It takes her a few moments to remember where she is again — in Lisa Manoban's living room, on the couch that looks more comfortable than it is after a few hours of balancing on the edge.

It takes her another few to realize why she woke up.

Lisa's home.

And loud. Really loud.

She's stumbling and tripping and cursing and singing all at the same time. She leans against the door when she takes her jacket off, attempts to put it on the coat rack but fails miserably due to messed up hand-eye coordination from obvious intoxication.

Jennie jumps up to help her, picking the jacket up from the ground and putting it up. Lisa looks at her like she's seen a ghost.

"Do you even remember—" Jennie closes her eyes for a moment, gathering all her self-control and willing herself not to lash out. "You need to drink water. A lot of it."

Jennie's only been drunk once, on her friend Irene's twenty-first birthday party, and until the massive hangover the next day she'd enjoyed every minute of it. But she wasn't nearly as drunk as Lisa is right now, and she isn't sure water is even going to help at this stage.

Lisa stares at her, still leaning her back against the door to keep herself from falling over. "I do remember you. You live in my house." Her speech is slurred and the alcohol is making her voice even huskier.

Jennie hates herself for the way it makes her heart skip a beat.

"I guess that's one way to put it." She glances from Lisa to the kitchen and it looks like a marathon. "Can you walk?" she asks, pointing at the kitchen. "We need to get you there."

Lisa points at her. "I can walk." And then, "I want a cigarette."

"No, no cigarettes. Water." Jennie wraps her fingers around Lisa's wrist and tugs her towards the kitchen. To her surprise, Lisa follows her pretty steadily. But when Jennie plants her down on one of the kitchen stools, she slumps forward until her forehead rests on the marble countertop.

"Right," Jennie mumbles to herself. In any other situation she would've been amused, but considering the fact that Lisa left her alone in her own house to go to a party has her pretty annoyed. She doesn't want to sympathize with Lisa right now. She just wants to make sure she won't be hungover in the morning and decide it's a good idea to yell at Jennie for no reason or something.

Jennie looks through the cabinets for a glass and fills it up with water. She places the glass in front of Lisa. "Drink this."

Lisa sits up, her eyes glazed over and unfocused. "What?"

"If you don't want to be hungover in the morning you should drink a lot of water," Jennie explains, Lisa is pushing her patience. She likes Lisa, she really does, but she's pretty sure that's just because she used to admire her so much as an artist, because there hasn't really been any reason to like her as a person, too.

Lisa reaches out for the glass and their fingers brush. Jennie tries to pull away, but Lisa grabs her hand and holds it while she drains the glass. Her eyes rest on Jennie the entire time, but Jennie doesn't look up.

Lisa fucking Manoban is holding her hand.

As much as she wants to be mad at Lisa for — well — everything, she feels all the anger leave her body. Lisa is refusing to let go of her hand. Jennie's pretty sure this could cure any disease.