JenLisa Shots Collection

Never Let You Go pt. 11

Weeks went by as the weather got cooler, Halloween passed and the nights got chilly. It became almost unbearable for Lisa to sit out in the cold, but she still did it. They spoke to each other briefly every time. Small talk, ending with Jennie telling her to go home, to stop acting crazy, that it was too cold for her to be out there. Lisa's rebuttal was always to let her come inside, but Jennie hadn't since their kiss. The latter knew it was a bad idea and told herself every time she got out of her car and walked up to her doorstep, 'do not let her in.'

 Lisa knew Jennie needed time, but she was beginning to grow impatient. She needed her. She started to grow frustrated, not at her, but just at the situation. One night Jennie came home and Lisa was in a particularly agitated mood. 

"How come you're home so late?" Lisa asked, trying to keep her voice calm, she didn't want to nag, or sound possessive, but it was almost 8 at night and it had been freezing out there. Lisa had gone back into her truck and sat until Jennie finally came home, it was so cold. She got out of her truck and was now following her up her walkway. Lisa placed a quick kiss on her cheek when she got to the door, sneaking it in without her approval. 

 "Lisa," Jennie sighed, looking down at her keys in her hand. "Go home." Lisa frowned down at her, she looked different. Nervous? Upset? Sad? Something was going on she wasn't telling her about.

"What's the matter?" Lisa asked, concerned. She placed her hand on her shoulder and crouched her body down slightly to try to meet her fallen gaze. "Jennie?"

"Not tonight Lisa please, it's been a really...long day. OK?" Jennie looked up at her, before turning to open her door up. She could see now that Jennie had been crying.

"Hey, no, tell me, what's wrong?" Lisa tried to follow her into her apartment but Jennie turned at the doorway to stop her.

"Go home, please. I can't, I just can't do this tonight." Jennie begged. But Lisa wasn't leaving; she needed to know what was wrong. It was her job to make her feel better. To do whatever she could to help. She wasn't going to just leave her like this. She needed her, whether she knew it or not.

"Jennie, let me in." Lisa placed her hand on the doorframe and waited. Jennie looked into her eyes; the former could see the hurt there. She just didn't know what the cause was. Jennie shook her head no and tried to close the door. Lisa then lifted her hand off the frame and grabbed the side of the door before it could close. "Jennie, just let me in. We both know I can get in one way or another. I don't want it to be like that...let me in, OK?" Lisa said, the words threatening, but her voice calm and concerned. Jennie sighed, stepped back and walked over to her sofa. She sat down and hung her head. 

Lisa let herself in and shut the door behind her. She then walked over and sat down next to her. Lisa would wait, she decided, until Jennie was ready to talk. The former placed her hand on Jennie's back and rubbed slow circles on it, trying to help. Lisa was lost; she had no clue what was bothering her.

"Grandma died." She finally mumbled out after a few minutes of sitting in silence. Jennie wasn't close to her family, she had a distant relationship with most of them, no relationship with some; but she had always been very close to her mother's mom. The rest of the family wrote her off as an old nuisance, but not to Jennie.

Lisa knew how much she had meant to her and now understood the pain she must be feeling. Lisa's heart broke for her; she too, cared a lot for Jennie's grandmother. She had been very kind to her when they had gone to visit her. She had been kooky and funny and told stories that made Lisa laugh and felt like she was at home with her. Lisa had never had a real family, but when she had been with Jennie and her grandma, she felt like she belonged to one.

Lisa's chest burned in pain for Jennie and for her grandmother. She hugged her tightly and she squeezed her back. Jennie needed this right now; Lisa knew Jennie needed her to be there for her. The former held her as she cried into her shirt, staining it repeatedly with tears and mascara. Jennie would stop for a while and lean on her, and then would start up again. Lisa leaned back on the couch, pulling Jennie with her; she now lay on top of Lisa. She pet Jennie's head and whispered into her ear that everything was going to be ok, that she was at peace, that Jennie would be fine, little things that she hoped would help, but was sure didn't.

Jennie told Lisa about the phone call from her mother, she was angry and hurt and began to cry as she explained the story. Then she began talking about her favorite things about her grandma, what she'd miss the most, what her favorite things about her were. Finally late into the night, Jennie dozed off in Lisa's arms. Lisa carried her to bed and laid her down. She looked over her face, eyes puffy and reddened from crying. Her mouth was open to breathe since her nose was stuffed up. Lisa traced her face down to her chest and further to her hips. Her hand lingered and she wanted so bad to touch her between her legs. But she knew now wasn't the time for that, as much as she wanted it to be. Lisa tucked her in and left her to sleep, leaving a note on her table to let she know if she needed anything. 

Jennie woke late the next morning; luckily it was Saturday, so no work today for Jennie. It took her a moment to realize it was morning and tried remembering what had happened the night before. Lisa had been there, she had told her about her grandm. Tears filled her eyes and her stomach hurt from the pain. Her grandma had passed on Monday, her mother finally had told her yesterday, AFTER the funeral had taken place. Jennie had been livid that no one had told her. She had been so close with her grandma and to not be told, to not be there at the funeral- it was a slap in the face. But that was her family.

Jennie questioned how she had gotten into bed, she didn't remember going in her room on her own. Lisa must have moved her. She got up to get something for breakfast, she hadn't been able to eat at all yesterday after speaking with her mother, she had been too angry. She wobbled into the kitchen, her eyes fuzzy from sleep and her legs stiff. She found the note on her table Lisa had written her. She scanned over it and set it back down. She got food out and made herself scrambled eggs with toast.

As she was cooking she thought about Lisa, about how she had insisted she come in. At first she was angry that Lisa was being so boorish, that she wasn't taking no for an answer. And Jennie just hadn't had the energy to fight hee last night. But that was how she was. Letting her in had been a good idea, in the end. She had been able to tell her about her grandma, and what happened with her mother. She had been able to get her anger out and cry and be held. It didn't ease the pain of losing her much, but it still felt nice to have someone there for her. She appreciated that Lisa had been a caring and tucked her into bed. She owed her a thank you, she thought. She would go see her later that evening, to tell her.