Mistake or fate? (JenLisa Adaptation)

Eleven

Lisa stood outside her girlfriend's door shaking from the sharp and icy cold wind that morning. She could see herself breathing out wet, worried breathes of warm air. She'd spent the better half of her morning changing and re-changing her outfit. She had no idea what the plans would be, but knowing Jennie, it would be fancy and she certainly did not own fancy.

It wasn't long before she called her best friend, Rosé. Every night at the bar, Rosé was dressed in something sexy. The sexier you dress at a bar, the more tips you'll make, or so she defended to Lisa.

Before Lisa left for Jennie's place, she'd spent the last bit of time trying on Rosé's clothing, which her interpretation of fancy was terrifying to Lisa.

But, six dresses later, she'd found the perfect one. It was a long-sleeved cotton black dress that stopped just before her knees, hugging every contour of her physique. It was simple and just Lisa's style. She wore her red coat and simple low cut boots.

No matter how good she felt dressed in her friends clothing, Lisa Manobal was nervous.

Not the same nervous for a test or kind of nervous. Instead, it was a first date kind of nervous.

In all of her nineteen years of life, she'd never been on an official date with anyone. So now her first date was with Jennie and she couldn't screw anything up.

When Rosé dropped her off, she reminded her to open doors, pull out her chair, and comment on her outfit.

That was a no brainer.

What Lisa was most worried about was saying something stupid, or acting weird. She'd never had practice at this before.

Bringing her shaking hand up in a closed fist, she knocked on the door. She waited for just a few moments before her date appeared.

"You're late." She said in a tone that matched the temperature outside.

Lisa looked down to her boots, she'd already messed things up. "I'm really sorry. I-" She was cut off before she could muster up an apology.

Warm hands were placed on freezing rose colored cheeks. "It's okay." Was all Jennie said before she moved closer to her girlfriend to kiss pale, chapped lips. "We have to go though, we are heading into Portland." She spoke sweetly to Lisa.

A little curious, Lisa asked. "What are we doing?"

Jennie turned to close the door before grabbing Lisa's hand to start walking to her car. "I'm not telling you. It's a surprise."

Lisa grabbed Jennie's door and kissed her right before she slid into her leather seat.

Opening her door, Lisa tried to gracefully slip into her own seat on the passenger side. Wearing a dress while trying to smoothly get into a low-rise car was a challenge, especially for those who are uncoordinated, like Lisa.

"You look beautiful." Jennie said as she looked at her girlfriend's body. She by no means expected Lisa to be in a dress. It was a delightful surprise to see that she went out of her way.

"Thanks, I tried." Lisa motioned to what she was wearing. "You look gorgeous as always."

The two sat in silence for the first ten minutes of the drive out of town. It was as awkward as Lisa had imagined.

Not knowing what to say or do, Jennie cleared her throat. Trying to instigate a conversation she asked, "So tell me some things I don't know about you."

Lisa looked down at her sweaty palms and felt like things were heading south at too fast of a rate. The obvious and first thing that popped into her mind was being a foster kid. "I never knew my parents."