You Got Me (JenLisa)

Chapter 8

Lisa, who was clearly taken aback from Jennie's sudden change of mood said, "Huh?" sounding shocked and bewildered and dropped her hand limply that was holding the door frame beside her.

"No, you don't. Never mind," Jennie said and was about to close the car door.

Lisa held unto it once again and stopped Jennie from closing it.

"No, wait! Wait! Yeah, sure! Sure! I'd...I'd like to go for a ride," said Lisa, sounding unsure.

"Hop in, then," Jennie said without hesitation and opened the car door on the other side.

Lisa walked and then ran around the hood of the car and settled herself on the soft upholstered customized car seat, which was screaming with little LV logos all over, inside the red Porsche.

They both closed their respective doors at the same time and were welcomed with a silence that wrapped them like a blanket.

It wasn't awkward, the silence, like how they subconsciously both thought it might be. Instead, it felt more like they've been doing it, Lisa thought, doing this kind of thing before. Sitting inside the dark car, which by the way smelled like strawberry and spring, and being engulfed with a silence that wasn't even unfamiliar. Like, contrary to reality, everything about sitting for the first time inside the dark car with a stranger she was practically searching for for the last week, everything about it seemed comfortable. It was weird. A beautiful kind of weird.

"Seatbelt, please," Jennie said as soon as the car engine roared in to life. She said it like she's been saying it to Lisa eversince.

Lisa did as she was told. She did not even fumbled with the seatbelt in the dark. It's as if she was familiar with the technicalities of it. Again, weird.

"Where do you want to go?" Jennie asked after she made a reverse and smoothly made a turn in the corner, away from the Orange. Lisa thought the woman was a good driver.

"I don't know," Lisa answered. "Anywhere?"

"Anywhere," Jennie mimicked her and stepped on the gas pedal.

They spent the past fifteen minutes with just the roaring sound of the engine and the muffled sounds of the outside world. They both sat still inside the car, probably waiting for the other to break the silence that was currently, embracing them. Their outlines and their faces were lit by the luminiscent lights coming from the dashboard and the occassional headlights that they encounter along the highway.

"I Want To Hold Your Hand," Lisa said, finally breaking the monotony between her and the silent driver. Because she couldn't take it anymore. Plus her eyes were stinging from all the flickerings she's done towards the direction of Jennie for the last fifteen minutes.

She heard the tiny bones of Jennie's neck snapped a little when she turned her head towards Lisa.

"E...excuse me?" Jennie said, sounding aghast and confuse and a little nervous.

"Your shirt, The Beatles," Lisa said, pointing the words printed across Jennie's oversized tee. "It's one of their best songs ever and their first single. I Want To Hold Your Hand."

"Uhm..." was the only sound that came out from Jennie's throat. She didn't know what Lisa was talking about.

And Lisa, being the keen observer that she was, noticed it.

"You haven't heard of it? Like, ever?" she asked Jennie. There was a little accusatory tone on her voice. Because how could someone wear something as iconic as The Beatles printed on their shirt and doesn't know I Want To Hold Your Hand? She felt a little offended.