FRIENEFITS [COMPLETE]📖
N. less than a relationship but more than friendship.
"Don't look at it as a casual Saturday humping mundane. Look at it as if you're just helping your friend have an orgasm." - Lisa.
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A/N: This twenty thousand two hundred and thirteen words of hell for a bitchass triggering chapter is based on Billie Eilish's "Wish You Were Gay" song. Enjoy my beautiful hoes'.
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No matter how much Lisa believed that she knew the entirety or how many experiences she had already acquired, she was still in this unformulated bewilderment upon realizing what life had just brought her. Things like this might hit her in the face like a bullet train at its maximum moving pace, because she never expected anything like this to happen, like - ever.
She used to believe that she knew herself and had already calculated in her mind what should be expected. But gays... she was definitely wrong.
It was the start of when...
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This is my first time here in L.A., and I felt like I wanted to live here. I just love the food, the street, everything! The weather is nice too. – Lisa thought.
Lisa could barely recall what had happened on her first day at the University of Southern California. Well, except for a few things like the ceremony in the morning to welcome and give them some information about the following challenging weeks that she would spend there. Whether that already tiring fact that she was nine thousand two hundred ninety four (9,294) kilometers away from Jennie or the imprinted rakish retrospection after that one gambled of Saturday humping night before she left South Korea made Lisa's concentration disorganized. All the tall Thai could discern regardless of what this stupid-ass delusional short-story book had plotted, was everything seemed to be swerving in a different lane –wishing that falling in love has some light traffic as well, so that she would know if she should GO for it, SLOW DOWN, or just fully STOP.
