A Jenlisa Fanfic: Situationship

Chapter 24

Jennie's POV:

I kept replaying last night over and over in my mind—the way Lisa drove me home, the soft hum of the car as we sat in silence, the city lights flashing by us. I felt the tension building, knowing she had something to say but not quite saying it. I could see it in the way she gripped the steering wheel, in the way her eyes flickered over to me every now and then, as if she was trying to figure out the right words.

Last night,we kissed.It was the kind of kiss that would normally have swept me off my feet. Her lips were soft and insistent, and for a moment, I was tempted to melt into it to let the kiss erase all the doubts and questions swirling in my mind. But something inside me made me hesitate. I felt a small voice telling me to stop, to think about what I really wanted.

I pulled back, breaking the kiss. I hated that I had to say it. Hated that I might have hurt her, that I might have thrown a wrench in whatever it is we have. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that if I didn’t stand my ground now, I’d lose myself completely in this confusing whirlwind we’ve been in for the past six months.

Lisa released my hand slowly, and I saw the understanding in her eyes. It was as if she knew this moment was coming but hoped it wouldn't. I wanted to say something to ease the tension, to make it better, but the words wouldn’t come.

"Jennie, I…" she started, but the words hung in the air, unfinished.

"It’s just...I need time, we need time, Lis."I said softly. "I need to figure out what I really want, what we really are."

She nodded, her expression shifting to a quiet resignation. I could tell she understood, even if it hurt both of us.

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When I woke up,I read the message from Lisa, asking if she could come over or if we could meet somewhere to talk. It's just like her to pop up out of the blue, expecting everything to be fine after weeks of silence.

I can feel the anger bubbling up inside me, thinking about how she ghosted me for weeks. She’s the one who insisted we communicate, yet she's the one who didn't follow through. It feels hypocritical, and it stings.
Part of me hates her for doing this, for disappearing without an explanation, and then casually showing up as if nothing happened. But what frustrates me the most is that I know I’ll probably forgive her as soon as I see her. It’s always like that with Lisa—one touch, one kiss, and all my defences crumble. I hate that she has that power over me. It’s infuriating.

Despite everything, there's still a part of me that wants to see her, to hear what she has to say. Maybe it’s curiosity, or maybe it’s something deeper that I don’t want to admit to myself. Either way, I find myself replying to her message, telling her to just come over. I also have something to tell her, and I guess it’s better to just get it out in the open.

I put my phone down and take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Tonight is going to be a turning point, one way or another. I need to know what she’s been up to, and I need to tell her what’s been on my mind.

After an hour of staring at the clock, the doorbell finally rang. It was Lisa standing there in her usual comfy outfit—a hoodie and jeans. Her presence was both comforting and unnerving, a reminder of the tension that had built up between us. She smiled softly, a little unsure, as if gauging how I might react.
I stepped aside to let her in, closing the door behind her. The silence was thick as we made our way to the living room. Lisa looked at me, her eyes searching for something, perhaps a sign that everything would be okay.

"How are you?" she asked, her voice gentle.

"Fine," I replied, though my tone was sharper than I intended. I needed to get straight to the point. All those weeks of unanswered questions had taken their toll, and I couldn’t pretend like everything was okay.

"Let's get straight to the point," I said, folding my arms across my chest. "Why did you do that? Why did you ghost me? I thought we were good. You told me we should communicate, but what have you done?"

Lisa's expression shifted, her smile fading as the seriousness of the conversation took hold. She opened her mouth to respond but seemed to struggle with the words.

I continued, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "I know it was just a setup, but you should have told me instead of ghosting me and then showing up as if nothing happened. It was... it was hurtful, Lisa. I deserved better than that."

Lisa sighed, running a hand through her hair. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the remorse there.

"I know, Jennie. I messed up," she said, her voice low. "I just—things got complicated, and I didn’t know how to handle it."

I softened slightly, seeing her genuine regret. But the hurt was still there, raw and painful.

"But you could have at least told me, Lisa. I thought we were friends, or at least something more than just a fling. You left me hanging, and it hurt."

Lisa nodded, looking down at her feet. "I know. I’m sorry. I was scared, I guess. Scared of what I was feeling, scared of what it might mean for us. I didn’t want to mess things up, but I ended up doing exactly that."

The honesty in her words caught me off guard. It was something I needed to hear, though it didn’t erase the pain. Still, there was a part of me that understood. We were both navigating uncharted waters, trying to figure out what this all meant.

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

"I appreciate you saying that. But I need to know, Lisa, are we just a fling? Or is there something more here? Because if it's just a fling, I need to know what to expect. I can't keep getting my hopes up only to be let down."

Lisa looked up, meeting my gaze with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

"I don’t know what we are, Jennie. But I do know that I care about you a lot. More than I thought I would. And that’s what scared me. I didn’t want to ruin this, whatever it is."

The air felt thick with unspoken words as I sat across from Lisa. We had just hashed out a lot of what had been simmering between us, but there was still something weighing on my mind. I had something important to tell her, something that might change everything.

"I have something important to tell you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I saw Lisa’s eyes widen slightly, with curiosity and apprehension crossing her face.

"Yeah, me too," she replied, shifting in her seat as she leaned forward, her expression serious.

For a moment, we just looked at each other, both of us caught in the web of our own thoughts. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, wondering if what I was about to say would bring us closer or push us further apart.

"You go first," Lisa said finally, offering a small smile that seemed to mask a hint of nervousness.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. This was it. No backing down now.

"Okay," I started, feeling the words catch in my throat. "I got an offer… for a job. In Paris."

Lisa’s smile faltered, and her eyes searched mine, processing what I had just said. The room seemed to shrink around us, the significance of my words hanging heavily in the air.

"Paris," she repeated, almost as if testing how the word felt on her tongue.