Roseanne
One week. One week without the taste of Lisa's lips. One week without the touch of her hands. One week without her contagious smile and intoxicating laugh. I had gone twenty-six years without any of this and after just one month of having it all, one week was killing me. I had spent the past week questioning how this had happened. Not the fallout. I would never forget that. How could I have fallen for someone so fast? I felt pathetic staying in bed all day to mourn over someone I barely knew. Except it didn't feel like I barely knew Lisa. I knew every curve of her body and exactly where to touch to elicit certain responses. I knew the way her voice sounded in the morning and the way she liked to be held at night. I knew all about the dreams she didn't share with others, but had chosen to share with me.
I groaned at my inability to keep my mind on anything else, leading me to spend yet another night crying myself to sleep. Both of my parents had attempted multiple times to get me to tell them what was going on. Judging by the twenty-minute phone call with my brother asking how I was doing multiple times, it seemed my parents had also recruited him to try to get me to talk. But there was only one person I wanted to talk to. Correction. There were two people. They just happened to share the same birthday and genetics. I cried even harder as I wondered if Jungkook would ever forgive me.
My pity party was interrupted by the sound of something hitting my window and... was that music? No. Of course it wasn't. I just watched way too many romantic comedies and was now sucked in to believing someone showing up outside your window holding a boombox over their head wasn't a completely unrealistic scenario. I rolled my eyes at my own naivete and pulled the covers over my head. Much to my surprise, this only muffled the sounds.
I forced myself out of bed and wiped my tears on the sleeve of my shirt before walking over to the window. I blinked a few times trying to bring the figure below into focus.
"Jungkook?"
"The one and only," he announced proudly, continuing to hold his phone high above his head.
I smiled for the first time in days and shook my head at him. "You know you could have just rung the doorbell, right? It's not that late. My parents are still awake."
"And miss the opportunity to romanticize my girl? I don't think so." He pointed to his phone and wiggled his eyebrows. "It's our song."
"I noticed," I laughed. "Just stay there. I'll be right down."
By the time I made it downstairs and outside, Jungkook was sitting on my parents' front porch swing, looking up toward the stars. I sat down next to him and elbowed him in the side. "So, what brings you to these parts?"
Jungkook looked at me, and his face became serious. "I owe you an apology. Remember the story I told you about what a jerk I was in high school when I thought people might find out I was gay? I made that guy look good these past few weeks. I was confused and scared and I said a lot of terrible things I wish I could take back."
I leaned over and rested my head on Jungkook's shoulder. "We both did and said a lot that we shouldn't have. Jungkook, I never in a million years meant for your parents to find out you were gay that way. I know you probably think I was just being reckless and stupid, but it wasn't like that at all. I wasn't trying to get some random lay at your expense. I never wanted to fall for your sister."
"But you did, didn't you?" Jungkook asked quietly.
"Did what?"
"You fell in love with her."
Just hearing him say those words out loud made my heart ache in my chest. "It's over, Jungkook. It was stupid. She's your sister. I'm not sure what I was thinking. I wasn't using my head."
