CHAELISA One-shots

Moving Days

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Moving day always brought the best and the worst out of Roseanne. Lalisa knew this from experience.

Even still, her princess was practically bouncing out of her seat even before they’d crested the top of the hill. If not for her seat belt, Lalisa might have thought she would tumble out of the convertible altogether.

A glance out of the corner of her eye immediately told her- Ah, she’d already taken it off.

“There it is, Lisa!” she squealed, reaching over the windshield to point, nearly clambering over it, “Oh, it’s beautiful!”

“It looks just like it did in the ads. Now, sit down or you’re going to fall out.” Lalisa reached up with one hand, the other handling the wheel, to not-so-gently tug the blonde back down into her seat by a loop on her jeans.

They’d worried enough about the luggage falling out of the trunk. They didn’t need a princess overboard, too.

She had a point though. The house was nice, if modest; as far as the term ‘modest’ could be stretched in a San Francisco neighborhood. It was a compact two-story, nestled snugly between two other houses. Not much of a yard to speak of, but in a place like this, a ‘little’ yard was still pretty significant. This was apparently where you went when you wanted space.

Lalisa would have gone for a place like Wyoming in that case, but she drew the short straw.

The car rumbled up the winding road, slowly coming up on their new home. Lalisa had barely shifted it into park before Roseanne jumped out of the passenger side and rushed up the driveway.

“This is it!” She spun around, hands free in the air. “I have got so many ideas already. Okay! I’m thinking... flowerbed there, and there – Oh! Maybe something that can hang from the side of the house. What do you think, Lisa?”

Roseanne was waving her arms, obviously excited but also vying for Lisa’s attention. “Yoo hoo! Lisa! Hanging gardens? Thoughts?”

“Huh? Oh,” Lalisa shook her head. “I dunno, Rosie. What would you do with a hanging garden anyway? We both know you just hate gardening.”

A question seeped in sarcasm if there ever was one. But Roseanne was more than happy to indulge her.

“Um, grow things? Off the ground? Oh! And I could do macramé! We could put plants everywhere! Inside, outside...”

“How about we start with bringing everything in and go from there?” Lalisa threw in an obvious wink. “Or did you forget about that part already?”

An obvious tease. Roseanne advanced on her, face clouded in seriousness and punctuated by the ominously soft slapping of flip-flops.

That got her.

“Um, I’ll have you know that I am wonderful at multitasking,” her serious look lasted all of three seconds this time, slipping into giddy laughter.

She walked a couple of fingers up Lalisa’s bare shoulder, and Lisa caught them in her hand.

“And I know for a fact that you are, too.”