I wanted you to stay (but you are always leaving)

Thirteen

Jennie is standing in front of Lisa's apartment building with the palms of her hands feeling a bit clammy, proof of the nervous feeling that tightens her throat.

But it's not unpleasant. It reminds Jennie of the thrilling sensation that made her fingers tingly when she was about to land in New York almost six years go. It makes her remember the moment when her grandmother convinced her to learn how to swim, claiming that it was going to be one of the few things that neither body or her mind were going to forget. It makes her think about the first time she went on a rollercoaster, Lisa right on her side, holding her hand tightly.

It makes Jennie reflect about all those moments in which taking a risk was absolutely worth it, and she has no doubt that the new relationship she's starting to build with the girl she likes – a lot, she thinks, so much - is just another one of those.

The brunette bites her lip then, trying to contain a smile, letting the sun kiss her skin. She's wearing a white top with black, skinny pants and a limited version of a Chanel jacket even herself was unsure to buy due to its prize. She tried to go for something simple yet fashionable, keeping comfort in her mind as Lisa had texted her the night before asking for the right to organize the first half of their date. Jennie was not disappointed at all. Actually, she would blush if she had to admit how romantically appealing the idea of a collaborative-planned first date was from her perspective, and how truly grateful she felt for it.

Jennie checks the time just because, given the fact that she texted Lisa barely three minutes go, but it was some sort of way of finding enough strength not to melt completely at the sight of her soon-to-be lover.

The brunette realizes that it's kind of useless, really, because as she sees her date opening the front door of the building, her heart begins to hammer against her chest and her knees weaken.

There she is, Lisa, with her gorgeous facial features and her hair dyed in a jet-black color that makes her look too attractive. The leather jacket that hugs her body just in the right places definitely does not help Jennie to get over the dumbfound state her mind is swimming in at the moment.

The dark-haired girl gets closer to Jennie, her mouth slightly open as she stares at her in a dreamy manner.

"You look amazing", Lisa murmurs when she is in front of the shortest brunette, and the suddenly deep voice makes Jennie snap out of her stupor.

"You look... wow. You are stunning. Like a model. Like the most gorgeous model. Wow".

Jennie knows that she's practically babbling at the moment, but Lisa doesn't seem to care, as a soft chuckle escapes from her mouth.

"Really? I know you liked the blonde hair, but I wanted to try something different. I mean, it probably doesn't suit me very-"

"You look hot as hell".

Lisa stares at Jennie with an amused expression as the brunette blushes profusely.

She gets even closer, her arms embracing the shortest girl's shoulders as her eyes shine intently.

"Really? And how do I look like with my blonde hair?"

"Hot as hell...with blonde hair".

Lisa laughs loudly, unable to contain herself, and Jennie giggles as well, happy with her achievement.

The dark-haired girl looks at the brunette right in the eyes then, still smiling.

"You look hot as well".

Jennie leans forwards to peck Lisa softly, and when she pulls away quickly, the tallest girl pouts.

"I want to work for my kisses", she explains, and Lisa doesn't complain, really.