Head Over Boots For You // Jenlisa

7: Sunset

Jennie

The sun was too bright.

It was brighter in Jennie's room than it had ever been before, and it made her so fucking angry, until her anger gave her a headache, and then she just suffered and felt like she would never move her body ever again. Her head was splitting in two, pounding with the force of a thousand freight trains, to the point where Jennie wondered if she would ever be able to get out of bed ever again.

She didn't remember getting home, which would normally be concerning, except she had been with Lisa, and she knew that Lisa would keep her safe.

Wait. Lisa.

Oh my God, she had tried to kiss Lisa.

Her eyes shot open, the sun blinding her, but Jennie had to check the bed around her. She was the only one in it. It was a strange mixture of relief and disappointment.

She groaned against the pain and grabbed the full glass of water on the nightstand beside her. Someone had also put two Advils right beside it. She took the pills and somehow managed to spill half the water on herself in the process, and it felt like the universe was adding insult to injury.

As she lay there, feeling sorry for herself, little bits of the night before started coming back to her.

Lisa's song that she sang to her. Her.

Button after button of Lisa's shirt coming undone during the course of the night (which was mysterious—Jennie had never seen Lisa actually unbuttoning them, and she was fairly certain that she hadn't done it).

Lisa kissing the back of her hand... It would have been so ridiculous coming from anyone else, but from her... Somehow, Lisa made something dorky into something that Jennie would remember fondly for the rest of her life. She could almost still feel Lisa's soft, whiskey-soaked lips on her skin.

She remembered a truck... bouncing over dirt roads... Lisa's head on her shoulder, or at least it had been until Jennie had fallen asleep in the truck too.

Oh, and a very frustrated Irene, driving them back.

Jennie winced. She didn't even know when Irene had left the bar, but she probably hadn't been thrilled to be called in the middle of the night to pick up two blackout drunk people.

And by the sound of it, Irene had stayed the night in the cabin too. And her frustration hadn't diminished.

"Lisa." Irene was speaking loud enough in the kitchen for Jennie to be able to hear her through the closed door to her room. "You can't just sit there all day cradling your head."

Jennie couldn't hear Lisa's reply, but it evidently didn't satisfy Irene.

"What was that?" Irene asked with a bite in her voice. "I couldn't hear you over the sound of how pathetic you're being."

Jennie just pulled her sheet up to her chin. She didn't want to go out there, not with Irene being loud and critical and quite frankly everything that no hungover person deserved. But her bladder was full to bursting after last night, so Jennie didn't have the choice to remain in her nest of comparative comfort anyway.

She opened her door silently and meant to tiptoe to the bathroom to avoid detection, but Irene poked out from around the corner with her arms folded. "Ah. So she didn't die from alcohol poisoning after all."

Jennie dipped into the bathroom before Irene could stop her, but there was no escaping when she was done. She shuffled to the kitchen table and plopped down across from Lisa.

Up until this morning, every morning, Lisa had only emerged from her room after she had gone through her morning routine, which Jennie now saw had included the taming of her hair. But it hadn't happened today: her blonde hair went wildly around her head, which was nestled firmly between her two crossed arms on the table.