Quiet on Set (Jenlisa)

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THIRD PERSON POV

The equivalent of understanding how people think is the same as wasting your time.

Unless you're dating that person.

Besides that fact, You can never really know someone. You may think you know them inside and out, their fears, their flaws.

But, we can never tell what goes on in that mind of theirs.

Jennie and Lisa are back in Jennie's bedroom after having dinner to try and get to know each other.

"Do you hate them?" Jennie questioned.

"I don't hate them, I just wished they cared." She answered, Jennie raised a brow at the girl.

"Cared what about?" she asked, Lisa's doe eyes pierced through dark brown cat eyes as she sighed softly.

"Cared about me."

Jennie's bottom lip immediately captured between her teeth as she slowly nodded her head, her eyes avoiding the piercing doe eyes of the actress.

Lisa sighed again as her fingers toyed with the small fluffy ends of Jennie's teddy bear.

"How do you know they don't care?" She asked.

"Maybe, if they called me at least once in the past month it would be nice. Maybe, if they actually sat and had dinner with me as I child, it would be nice. Maybe, if I actually saw their faces more than five minutes a week when I was younger, it would have been nice. The only thing they care about is their business, it's their passion and having a child wasn't on their bucket list. But, there goes my dumbass father, not wanting to use a piece of plastic to cover his dick, and boom. There I come. I guess the only way to get rid of me was to sign me up for acting five months after I was born." Lisa shrugged like it was nothing.

But, Jennie felt the ping in her heart for the girl, that familiar pain that felt like someone was squeezing at your organ and holding tight for dear life.

"What?" Lisa scoffed when she noticed the glossy look in Jennie's eyes.

"That's just.. Heartbreaking, how could they even do something like that." Jennie mumbled.

"Oh that's nothing. They've never been there for any of my birthdays, expect for the day I was born. Basically just handed me over to the maid downstairs and off they went with their business again." Lisa whispered, her fingers still toying around with the soft fabric of the teddy bear.

It was clear that the girl had hidden her feelings away and refused to feel them. But her eyes, those doe eyes told the secrets she hid away deep down from fear.

The way she held the teddy bear tightly to her chest and her eyes staring deeply at the edge of the bed made Jennie realise things about the girl.

Lisa didn't cry, there was no evidence of tears wanting to spill from her face. She was way too damn good at hiding her emotions, hiding what she felt. But she was fighting something internally in that moment and Jennie knew it.

To cry at sadness was strength, strength to see and engage with what was truly being seen and felt. To feel deep emotion was an open door, one ready to let any wanderer meet you as you truly are.

She knew the girl wasn't going to cry, but the topic they had just touched on, had opened a gate of something. She didn't know what it was, but it was surely something.

"Did you know that every single night on my birthday, I'd sit in front of the door and wait? I'd just sit on the cold ground and wait for them to come home because I was stupid to think that maybe next year they'd show up, or maybe the other year they'll finally remember it was my goddamned birthday and maybe show up for once. It's not like they needed to bring a gift or anything. I just... Needed my parents there. But nope, I was in a house with my maid. Every single year, even now I still am." Lisa scoffed, her nails digging into the sides of the sheet.