How To Lose A Girl In Ten Days (Chaennie)

Chapter 4

Days 5-6.

Rosie arrives at Jennie's place early, carrying a box of supplies, ready to get to work. Jennie steps out of the galley kitchen, drying her hands on a dish towel, just as Rosie shuts the door behind her.

"Hello, Rosie," Jennie smiles, stepping close to greet her with a kiss. She's wearing an apron overtop a dark plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows exposing toned forearms. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, but wisps have escaped to frame her face, no doubt from the cooking heat. She manages to look both casual and put together, a skill Rosie greatly admires.

"Hey," Rosie says, trying to tamper down the blush she feels warming her cheeks. She makes sure to keep the box somewhat out of sight without being obvious about it. If Jennie notices, she makes no comment.

Jennie turns to head back into the kitchen. "Go ahead and pour yourself a glass of wine, dinner's just about ready."

"Great, I'm starving," Rosie says, moving to the dining table. Her breath catches a little at the beautiful display laid out. Fine dishes and polished silverware for two, arranged neatly around one corner, a modest bouquet of wildflowers in the center flanked by candles, atop a rich white tablecloth.

Romantic indeed.

Rosie shakes herself, remembering her plan and the box in her hands. She moves into the living area of the apartment first to set up her phone with Jennie's stereo. Lisa helped her make a playlist earlier that day just for this occasion, full of the most sickly sweet love songs they could find. The soft piano music Jennie had been streaming cuts off abruptly, replaced with a late 80s synth ballad played just a couple levels too loud.

Then she starts arranging her gifts around Jennie's apartment.

A collection of Valentine's Day themed teddy bears she'd found at a thrift store, goes on the couch, each clutching stuffed hearts with cutesy words written on them. Jennie already seems to have a fondness for candles, but Rosie replaces those on the bookcase and end tables with overtly suggestive scents. Wild Passion Fruit. Cherry Popper. Pleasure Berry.

Rosie moves into Jennie's bedroom area next. Across Jennie's dark comforter set, she spreads a violently hot pink, fluffy duvet with a large photo printed of them from the basketball game framed inside a heart. More stuffed animals and throw pillows are piled on top. Framed photos of herself go on both of Jennie's side tables and atop her dresser.

The monetary cost of this project is getting a little ridiculous, but she's committed at this point.

Jennie's in the living room, examining the new couch additions when Rosie makes it back to the dining area, carrying the last item from her box.

"I uh, I see you brought some stuff," Jennje says, bewildered. "I... these are—um" she clears her throat. "And the new duvet on the bed—" She looks a bit lost in her own apartment.

Rosie has to bite the inside of her cheek to stop from laughing. She hasn't seen Jennie this flustered and honestly it's adorable. "Oh you know, I just wanted to add a touch of me around here."

Jennie bobs her head, brows furrowing. "Of—of course. I want you to uh—to feel at home. Um, what's that in your hands?"

"It's a baby fern."

"Oh yeah?"

Rosie draws closer, holding out the plant for Jennie to take. "Just like our relationship," she murmurs, reverently. "A helpless little baby in need of tender loving care."