Expression and Vision

CHAPTER 19

Jennie's POV

Nearly 2 weeks after sleepover.

“You think you can just walk away from everything we’ve built?”

I say, the emotion thick in my voice.

“After all we’ve been through? I won’t let you! Not without a fight.”

He responded with a calm demeanour.

“It’s not about walking away; it’s about making the right choice. For both of us. Can’t you see that?”

“The right choice? For whom? Because it’s certainly not the right choice for me.”

I pour everything into my next line.

“Cut!”

The director yells, signalling the end of the take. I relax, but as I step out of character, my thoughts drift. My eyes trace the outline of my co-actor—his height, broad shoulders, and sharp facial features. He’s handsome, no doubt, but as I compare him to Lisa in my mind, I feel something shift inside me.

He reminds me of Lisa. But as I make these comparisons Lisa is… more handsome. It’s ridiculous that I’m thinking about her now, here, in the middle of a shoot.

What are you doing to me, Lisa? I can’t even focus on work without thinking about you.

Why did you do that?

This is all your fault.tsk

I walk back to my trailer, the thoughts swirling in my head. I sit down, trying to shake off the comparison, but it lingers. I’ve been thinking about her so much lately—more than I’d like to admit. And then there’s that night… the night she confessed to me, or at least I think she did. She was drunk, so maybe it didn’t mean anything, but it’s been stuck in my mind ever since.

I pull out my phone, staring at the screen for a moment before I finally decide to text her. My fingers hover over the keyboard, and I feel a knot of nerves in my stomach. What am I even doing? Do I want to know if she remembers?

I start typing, hesitating for a second before I hit send.

“Hey, Lisa… Do you remember anything from that night we all got together? You know, when you were kind of… drunk?”

I wait, my heart pounding. What if she does remember? What if she doesn’t? My phone buzzes, and I quickly glance at the screen.

“Drunk night? Umm, not really, why? Did I do something embarrassing? 😅”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. She doesn’t remember. Relief washes over me, mixed with a twinge of disappointment that I quickly push aside.

“No, nothing embarrassing. Just curious, I guess.”

I try to keep it light, but my mind is racing. If she doesn’t remember, then maybe it’s best to let it go. Pretend it never happened. I don’t need to make things awkward between us.

“Phew! You had me worried for a second."

I quickly think of an excuse, something to steer the conversation away from that night.

“No reason, really. Just thought you might remember something interesting.”

I almost cringe at how lame that sounds, but Lisa’s response is quick, as always, and it makes me smile despite myself.

“Well, if I did anything too crazy, I hope you at least got a good laugh out of it. 😆 Anyway, speaking of crazy, how’s the Christmas prep going?”