french fries & milk ice-cream// JENLISA ONESHOTS

for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)

You met her in your senior year of high school.

Everything about her was beautiful; her strawberry wild long hair, her perfect teeth, her milky skin peppered with freckles. She was two years younger than you, but in her fifteen years she had lived much more than you.

You found her vivacity charming. She rallied for her rights and the rights of others, she spoke her mind and let everyone know her opinions. She wore bright colors, ignoring the girls who sniggered and commented how ridiculous she looked in her bright pink shirt and purple skirt. She wore her skirts with sneakers and wrapped scarves and belts around her waist every day. She wrote in her journal when she was not screaming at the world, and she listened to music with big headphones resting on top of her hair.

(You had never seen a more beautiful sight than when she walked into the building the first day of her sophomore year like she'd owned the place, wearing those bright orange headphones and ripped up jeans and oh my god you fell so hard so fast.)

**

You learned her name when she ran for student council and won, the school principal announcing the sophomore class president of 2011 to be none other than Chaeyoung Park, who marched up to the podium with a wide smile on her red lips.

Chaeyoung.

It was unusual, but beautiful, just like her.

**

The next month in November her birthday rolled around and she turned sixteen. She'd come to school and her friends had ran up to her to hug her with little gifts in hand, and you had never been more jealous than when you saw a junior girl bend down and kiss Chaeyoung's cheek.

**

You thought she didn't even know you existed; but she did. She saw you walking from class to class, dragging your feet behind you while you looked at nothing in particular and wished you could jump out the window and go home and sleep. You'd caught senioritis and she had noticed, laughing to herself every time she passed you by, admiring your messy fringe and bright eyes and the way you wore your jacket off your shoulders like you didn't give a damn about how you looked at school-and you didn't. You would always rather be at home, sleeping or working out or doing anything besides sitting in that old hag Ms. Jones' class listening to her drone on and on about calculus; that is, you felt this all day until you would see her, pass her in the halls, get a sniff of her strong perfume. And then, the hatred of this school would melt away and you would smile for just a moment, because her beauty made your day slightly better.

She never did come up to say hello or make an effort to be your friend for the longest time. She would nod occasionally as you would walk by, or sometimes give a small smile that made you go home and groan into your pillow because, god, a girl shouldn't be allowed to be so cute. Eventually, by the time October came to a close and everyone was dressed up for Halloween, she marched up to your locker wearing her friend Willow's cheering uniform and gave a tug on your cape. You were supposed to be Batgirl, but it was a pathetic piece of yellow cloth you tied around your neck and a dumb 99 cent piece of plastic mask you wore on your face, and yet she found it endearing. She asked you, "Wanna catch a movie sometime?" and your heart couldn't stop beating furiously all night long while you laid in bed with a goofy smile on your lips, because you were going on a date with Chaeyoung soon.

You went to go see Silver Linings Playbook the day it came out and you honestly don't remember what the movie was about because she held your hand and rested her head on your shoulder the whole time and you were too busy burning up inside to watch Jennifer Lawrence dance with Bradley Cooper. When the movie ended she reached up and kissed your cheek and told you that you were pretty and that the two of you should go on another date soon. Of course, you agreed.