Jenlisa Drabbles

Happy Birthday

When It's Jennie's birthday...

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Jennie opens the door and sees her standing there, drenched in rain and … glitter?

“Hey…”

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Jennie sees sunlight peek through the blinds, sees it bounce off against the violet lampshade by her bedside and watches through half open eyes, violet streaks against her white sheets. She holds out one hand and traces a jagged line, rippling against the creases on her bed. She smiles as it bathes her hand with warmth and the same violet line, splashed against her skin as she runs her finger from the top where it starts off on her pillows and down to where a part of the sheets were pooled together.

She stays there for a couple of minutes more, hand under the warmth of the streaks, one eye open and the other still wanting to get some more sleep. She almost dozes off…

Almost…

Off-key singing wormed it’s way to her head and stayed there, Jennie knows just who to blame. She takes a pillow and covers her head with it, anything to drown out the song… not that she found it noisy, well…sort of but that’s besides the point. She wanted to go back to sleep and she can’t, not when she’s giggling and almost choking on suppressed laughter.

She flinches at a loud bang, a sudden “oops!” and more clanking of cutlery and she shoots up from bed.

“Not my fucking kitchen!”

Jennie finds herself breathlessly holding onto the door frame, and what she hopes was still a part of her dream.

“Uhhh... I can explain.” Lisa was covered in buttercream and had a sheepish grin on her annoying face.

“Lalisa…Pranpriya…Manoban.” She says each name with emphasis and an added growl in between. “What did you do?!”

The mixing bowl was buried deep in yellow colored buttercream that was beginning to melt on her kitchen floor, the whisk and a metal spoon drew streaks of the same bright yellow lines inches from her feet.

“I .. uhh.. good morning?”

“No… not good, far from good. I told you to stay out of my kitchen.”

“I wanted to bake a cake for you.” Lisa looked away, and Jennie knew she was playing with the strings of the apron tied on her back. She knows everything about Lisa, the thought crosses her mind and she tries to hide the growing smile.

“What for? We can’t have cake for breakfast dumbass.”

“why not?” she gave Jennie a huge pout and she finds herself almost giving in.

Almost…

“Because… why am I even defending myself? You. Clean this up. Now.” She turns on her heels and heads straight for the bathroom, she needs a long ass shower.

She hears Lisa shuffle the moment she turned her back and begins to feel guilty.

“Jen?”

“Hmmm?”

“Nothing…”

She hears the hesitance and knows Lisa was hiding something.

“Spit it out or--”

“I’m sorry, I know how you find that word annoying…”

“I do, you’re forgiven. Now shut up.”