Jennie looked down suspiciously at Lisa. "What do you want?"
Lisa scoffed indignantly, pausing hesitantly for a beat, before seemingly remembering herself and putting on her best innocent face. "Why do you assume I want anything?"
Jennie assessed the situation quickly. Lisa had the beginning of her puppy dog face on (that may or may not have got Jennie every damn time), not completely there with the watery doe eyes and the killer pout yet, but eyes wide and pleading and lips slightly pulled apart in preparation. She had been speaking to her in her cutest voice throughout the entire conversation so far, even going as far as to physically place her head in Jennie's lap, which had promptly pushed Jennie to start playing with her hair, something that she'd knew Lisa loved, and caused her to purr contently every single time without fail.
On top of all that, Lisa had been especially nice all week and extra affectionate, which was very difficult considering how close they were usually, almost always joined at the hip and touching in some way.
It had become habit now, the way they were comfortable with each other. There was some kind of implicit comfort that came with each other, a kind of familiarity that came with knowing each other for so long, so deeply. The way they were always touching was only a physical way of reassuring each other that they were there, even if they both knew it mentally and emotionally. It was almost subconscious at this stage, a hand running through the other's hair, massaging softly, an arm strung across a stomach, rubbing gently, a hand stroking along a spine, pressing tenderly.
Jennie chuckled lightly, "Because I know you. I know you want something. What is it, Lili? You can tell me anything, you know that." Jennie asked gently, almost always careful of her words around Lisa, not because she was particularly sensitive, but because she didn't deserve to be treated with anything but the utmost respect and love and care and Jennie was so so aware of that, being the one to pick up the pieces of Lisa's broken heart every single time it shattered due to some asshole who didn't know a good thing if it hit them in the face.
So yeah, Jennie treated Lisa like she was the best thing that had ever happened to her, but really, she kind of was and she knew Lisa deserved nothing less.
Lisa sighed heavily, in a mix of both relief and worry, and looked up at Jennie, almost instantly smiling at the sight of her beautiful best friend, although she wasn't really sure why yet.
"I know, I'm just nervous. I don't want you to say no, or be freaked out or anything." Lisa said worriedly, frown present and brows furrowed in apprehension.
Jennie fixed Lisa with a look, a look filled with such care and love in her eyes that Lisa just knew it would all be ok, without verbal confirmation needed from her friend. If she was honest, it kind of made Lisa want to cry a little because of how much she loved the other girl, but what she wanted to ask Jennie could potentially ruin their relationship that they had so carefully built, and Lisa was by no means prepared to do that, Jennie being one of the best things to ever happen to her.
Jennie could still tell Lisa was a bit unsure from the way she was fiddling with her fingers, a nervous habit she had picked up, and so she stopped her motions on Lisa's head, and instead bent down to give her a soft kiss on the forehead, a wordless reassurance that no matter what happened, she would be there for her and care about her and love her, always. Then, she nudged the side of her neck with her nose slightly, as if physically prompting her to start speaking, causing Lisa to giggle cutely.
Lisa closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in an attempt to compose herself, before speaking again. "Will you please pretend to be my fake-girlfriend?"
Jennie raised her eyebrows.
