Wyobrażenia || Lisa Manoban x Fem Reader

It's you

There was a great downpour outside, the atmosphere was quite depressing, and all you did was study for the next college colloquium. The truth was that you never wanted to be a lawyer, but your parents were very possessive and you had no way of expressing your opinion. Ever since you were a child, you dreamt of being a painter, your grandmother washed the painter, always for hours, you watched her masterpieces. It was because of her that you were so sensitive and emotional, unlike your snob parents, who are only interested in money. You loved them very much, but they wouldn't say that. Fortunately, you had a grandmother who always supported you, only that your grandmother died a year ago and then you lost the only person who loved you, now you have no one to support you and you are condemned to your parents. So you humbly listen to their opinions, which always contradict yours, but what are you supposed to do? Science was flowing at its own pace, you've had enough, all the codes, regulations bored you. Suddenly someone rang the doorbell. You weren't expecting visitors. It was 2:00 in the morning. You got out of bed and went to open the door. There was a tall, slim girl in front of your door, Lisa. Lisa was your college friend. She was known as a girl who loved parties, expensive spirits and beautiful girls. She studied photography, but there wasn't really any more of it than she was. Since you found her in the lobby, in front of the lecturers' office, you have decided to take care of her and take her away from there before one of the rectors finds her. From that moment on, the girl always came to you to help her with the hangover, washed her clothes. She treated your house like a free hotel. You didn't mind, you loved helping people, especially Lisa, you secretly fell in love with her. One time you confessed it to her, but they laughed at you.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, actually knowing the answer.

"I need you. . . "- It was Lisa's standard text, in her dictionary it meant the same thing as, sleep with me, I have nowhere to go, I spent all my money or something.

"Get in, go to the living room." - you said, you always said something different.

You went into the kitchen and made two hot teas. You joined Lisa, who was already waiting for you in the living room. You put two cups on the coffee table and sat next to the girl. Surprisingly, she didn't smell cigarettes and alcohol.

"Where'd you. . . ?" - You were interrupted by Lisa's finger that landed on your lips.

"I have something important to tell you."

It worried you. Lisa was never that serious.

"I'm in love. . ." - She said.

Words reflected in your head and left an empty echo, you felt you wanted to cry, but couldn't.

"Great, I'm glad you're lucky, but can I know who?" - you asked, feeling like a big pot, is in your throat.

Lisa smiled affectionately- "You know, she's very pretty, she has cherry lips, big brown eyes, wavy black hair, and I'm lovingly laughing. She is very helpful, in fact, she would like to save the whole world if it was possible."

"That's a nice description of a girl."

You wanted to be that girl so much, but unfortunately.

"You know, Lisa, it's actually good, college is over, and I can't take care of you all the time. I just wonder why you didn't go to that girl?"

Lisa giggles. "I actually came to see her. . ."

You're so overwhelmed by those words.

"So it's you, I've decided to change, I'm tired of telling myself that I don't feel anything for you when my heart is empty, when you're not around and I'll understand how you won't wan....... "

I interrupted her with a kiss. I couldn't stand it anymore.

"I've been dreaming about these words for so long "- you said between kisses.

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." – Marilyn Monroe