Midnight Angel [Jenlisa FF]

~'~'~ Chapter 12 ~'~'~

Jennie saw her enter the kitchen and stare. Unease rose within her as her hands clenched together at her waist, and her feet shifted nervously. The urge to run, to return to the solitary safety of her rooms was great. She worried she'd made a mistake coming. Lisa told her she could come, but maybe she hadn't meant it. Maybe she'd just been being nice and hoped she didn't take her up on the offer. But Jennie wanted to see her again. Lisa been nice to talk to that night on the beach.

"I saw your lights on," Jennie finally said, talking through the screen that separated them.

The sound of her voice snapped Lisa out of the mild daze she'd slipped into when she'd seen her at her door. "Do you want to come in?" Lisa asked as she walked toward the door.

"I don't want to bother you. I know it's late," Jennie told her, her hands still clenching.

"No, it's okay. I couldn't sleep." Lisa crossed the rest of the way to the door and pushed it open slightly, letting her know she could come in.

Jennie pulled the door open the rest of the way and slowly entered the kitchen. She couldn't stop herself from being nervous. She didn't want to be an annoyance. The beach had seemed so lonely as she'd sat out on it, and when she'd seen her lights still on, she'd taken a chance.

The little voice inside her head told her that she shouldn't be here, that she hardly knew this girl whose kitchen she was standing in. Alone with. And Lisa was taller than she was. No, she thought to herself. She couldn't allow herself to be afraid of every single person she came into contact with. Her father and friends knew Lisa. That had to mean something. But then again, she'd known Cameron Walker for a long time before...well, before.

Lisa couldn't have missed the nervous, worrying fear on her face, in her eyes. It shown clearly. She didn't know exactly what she was afraid of, there were so many things it could be, but she hated it. So, she decided to be blunt, and hope to ease whatever the fears were.

"I won't do anything to hurt you," Lisa promised, her voice gentle. "And I wouldn't have invited you in if I didn't want you to come it."

A blush crept up her cheeks as she realized her feelings had been that transparent. "I'm sorry. It's just..."

"It's okay. I understand," Lisa assured her. "Do you, uh, want something to drink? We can go into the living and sit down."

"Okay," Jennie agreed and took the bottle of juice Lisa offered her.

Lisa led her into the living room, glad that she'd taken the time to straighten up a bit earlier that evening. Jennie stood in the center of the room, taking in her surroundings. She couldn't help but be curious about everything. For so long the only places she really saw were her rooms and the beach. So, she began to wander the room, looking at everything. The pictures on top the mantle caught her attention quickly.

In the middle, was a photo of Lisa and a young woman with long brown hair and a thin face. Both the woman and Lisa were smiling brightly and one of her arms was around her shoulders. A little pang of jealousy snuck up and surprised Jennie. They were so casual, so comfortable with each other, she thought.

Lisa stepped up beside Jennie, took the picture she was studying in her hands. "That's my sister, Rosé," she told her.

Tilting her head upwards, Jennie looked up at Lisa. "You have a sister?"

"Yeah," she confirmed. "Well, actually, she's my half-sister, but we're really close. She lives in LA."

"I had a brother and a sister," Jennie said softly, a hint of tears in her voice as she cast her eyes away.