LATE NIGHT TALKING (READERXJENNIE)

13.

Hard chapter to write, but I'm glad with how it turned out. :)
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"Won't we miss the count down?!" Jennie yells over the music, as she tries her hardest not to trip over, matching Y/n's pace.

Y/n's hand was around her wrist, as she parts the sea of people, heading towards the front door.

She spins her head around, looking back at her with this loopy grin. All of the blue and red and violet lights, crashing over her face. Over her eyes. The people around them fading into this white noise, grey-scale in the back ground.

"Fuck the count down!" She says, leads her out the door and into the elevator.

Jennie shakes her head at her, grinning despite herself.

Jennie remembers this one story about a dog that lived its life chasing after cars, and when it finally got one, it didn't know what to do with it.

Jennie's the dog.

For the last 18 months of separation, she'd been continuously wishing for just one more moment with Y/n. To have her this close, alone, despite everything that had happened.

And then now, they're here. The noise had simmered down a few decibels, and Jennie hears the familiar elevator music as she watched the numbers go smaller and smaller.

She's here, and now what?  She doesn't know how to approach it. Do they just pick up where they left off? Is Jennie allowed to acknowledge Y/n's letter? All of her three words, engraved in cursive that feels as if she had written it directly on Jennie's heart.

It was just the two of them, side by side, facing forward as the lift groaned into motion. Jennie watched their blurry reflection.

"Have you been here long?" Y/n says, addressing the air in front of her, not sparing Jennie a glance.

"I'm sorry?" Jennie says, completely distracted by her presence.

"The girls, and you. Are you staying her in New York for long?" Y/n asks again.

"Oh, not that long actually. We leave on the fourth."

"Oh?" Y/n says "Did you go about?"

Jennie shakes her head, though she knows Y/n wasn't looking at her. "We were supposed to just stay for the ball drop. Me in particular, i just wanted to get drunk off of Merlot this New Years."

Y/n sniffs a laugh. "That's either the saddest or the wisest thing I've ever heard."

"Let's indulge me and say wisest." Jennie said, which made Y/n laugh again.

Jennie thought that there was once a time in her life that she had treated it like her 9-5 job, making Y/n laugh.

"Alright then, wise girl." Y/n says "Am i safe to assume that you've never officially toured NYC, ever?"

"Well, we did visit the spots once."

"Big app, liberty lady, and the sorts?" Y/n asks.

"Yeah." Jennie breaths, fingers itching to touch y/n's as they graze every so slight, with the motion of the elevator.

"Rubbish then." Y/n says, stealing a glance at her "Do you want to?"

"What, tonight?"

"No time like the present." Y/n says, smiling at her.

Jennie laughs incredulously, remembering that time where it was so much like this, unplanned and spontaneous. The bread and butter of their youth.

They reached the ground floor with a soft thud. y/n holds the door open, letting Jennie pass.