Lisa
If I didn't know any better, I would swear there was chemistry between Roseanne and I. The electric current flowing from her body to mine whenever we were close was so palpable it seemed impossible that only I felt it. I found it hard to believe that a feeling so strong could only be one-sided. But it was. I had to keep reminding myself of that. There wasn't some magical connection between us. It wasn't fate that had brought us together. It was, quite literally, my brother who had. The same brother who had come to my room last night to reiterate how much he has missed me and tell me how excited he is to get closer this summer. The brother who had planned a day away from my parents and was nice enough to invite me to come along. That sweet, caring brother who was madly in love with the girl that I had developed a stupid crush on.
I wanted to chastise myself for having these feelings, but I could also see that it was way beyond my control. What I needed to do was hide it better. Roseanne hadn't done anything to make me believe she had caught on to my crush, but I wasn't sure how she hadn't. Yesterday had been one slip-up after another. First, there was the way my breath hitched as I was zipping up her dress. Then there was the whole couch incident. She was clearly just messing around, but for a moment, I let myself believe that she was just as turned on as I was. I'm not sure why my gut reaction to snapping out of that was to Incredible Hulk her right off of the couch. As if all that wasn't bad enough, I freaked out when she made an accidental sexual innuendo. Even with all of my awkwardness, Roseanne had still acted completely cool toward me both last night and this morning, which sucked in the grand scheme of things. Maybe if she wasn't so laid back about everything, I could kill these feelings.
"Lisa? Hello? Earth to Lisa." My brother's voice brought me back to reality. I focused my eyes in front of me to see him and Roseanne sharing a laugh at my expense. "Welcome back. I've been trying to tell you that we arrived, but you were out in space. Who's the guy?"
"Excuse me?" I choked out.
Jungkook smirked in response to my question. "The guy you were thinking about. You had this dreamy look in your eyes so I figured it must be some guy."
Or your girlfriend...
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I teased, proud of myself for keeping my cool.
"Actually, no," Jungkook chuckled. "If you told me who it was, I would have to beat him up, and I don't feel like getting violent."
Roseanne responded to his joke by giving him a playful slap on the arm. "Stop trying to act like a tough guy. You know you wouldn't beat him up. If there is someone, we would be happy to meet him, Lisa," Roseanne informed me, although I couldn't help but notice that her eyes didn't meet mine as she said it.
What was that all about? Was she feeling uncomfortable about how I acted yesterday? As if my thoughts had transferred from my brain right over to hers, she made eye contact with me. This sudden change had my body reacting in all sorts of ways. All sorts of terribly incredible ways. Her dark sparkling eyes latched onto mine for a few agonizing seconds before she spoke.
"I still can't believe that you guys have a boat! This one over here never told me. I'm so excited!"
"Have you ever been water skiing?" I asked, hoping she didn't realize how my voice had cracked in response to those eyes continuing to bore into me.
"I haven't, but I'm pumped to try." She lifted her eyebrows up and down, then turned back around, leaning in closer to Jungkook to whisper words that I wasn't able to decipher. He gave his head a quick shake, then hopped out of the car.
Soon the boat was in the water and the three of us were stripping down into just our bathing suits. The bikini Roseanne was wearing was even skimpier than the one she'd worn to the pool the other day. If this was a different world, I would have thought she was doing it to grab my attention, which obviously worked. I tried not to let my eyes linger, but the sight was too damn mesmerizing to not take it in. Her flat stomach had a cluster of freckles just like the ones on her face. I let my mind wander to what it would feel like to trace my finger along those freckles, imagining what it would be like to hear a soft moan escape from Roseanne's mouth in response. Except that wouldn't happen. What was wrong with me? Never in my life had I let a girl have this kind of effect on me. It felt borderline creepy, but was also impossible to stop.
