I Hate You, Don't Leave Me

Chapter 9

Lisa sat on her bed, working on an essay that she had to write for school. She couldn't remember the last time that she had written a good essay, but she knew that Chaeyoung was proud of her for starting to try in school again, and that only made Lisa want to try harder. She had certainly come around to the idea of spending time with the blonde in the past couple of weeks. Even though the lunch that Lisa had gone to with Chaeyoung's friends almost two weeks ago had been a minor setback, she found that she didn't care so much anymore. If the other people in the house continued to act like jerks, then so be it. Lisa was fine just being around Chaeyoung.

She had come to think of Chaeyoung as a friend, and she was finally glad that she had decided to let the blonde in. Even though she had originally hated the other girl for trying to break down her walls, she now found that Chaeyoung was rather easy for her to get along with, and Lisa almost felt like she belonged again. While she used to prefer to be alone, she now found herself wishing that Chaeyoung was there whenever the blonde girl wasn't, and while she used to prefer not to talk about herself at all, she found herself wanting to open up to her roommate more and more. Lisa had never thought that she would ever feel this way again, and although she didn't feel perfect, she had to admit that she was content. Maybe even happy.

At that moment, the door to Lisa's room opened, and her eyes brightened when the girl she had just been thinking about entered through it. They brightened even further at the sight of the item that the blonde was carrying in her hands. It was an elegant vase with a beautiful array of pink, purple, and yellow tulips, and Lisa could not stop a huge grin from spreading across her face. "Are those for me?"

Chaeyoung nodded, setting them down on Lisa's vanity. "Yup. I know how much you love flowers, and I figured that our room could use the color."

"Thanks, Chaeyoung," Lisa said, her smile still prominent.

The blonde nodded in acknowledgement, and Lisa noticed the tiny smile that played out on her roommate's own lips at the sight of Lisa so happy. The brunette leaned over to smell the refreshing fragrance of the flowers, and she sighed at the scent. She couldn't even remember the last time that she had had flowers, but she now realized how much she had missed them, and she turned her bright smile back up to Chaeyoung. Her smile suddenly morphed into a knowing smirk though when she saw the nervous look that had appeared on the blonde's face. "What do you want, Chaeng?"

"What makes you think I want something?" Chaeyoung challenged.

"Well, you are just standing there rather than going to your bed, which means that you probably still have something you want to say. You're biting your lip, which means you're nervous, so you're afraid that I'm not going to like whatever it is that you have to say. Plus, you brought me flowers, knowing full well how much I love them, to put me in a good mood so that I will be more likely to agree to whatever it is you are about to ask me to do," Lisa deduced. "So go ahead and ask."

"Fine. You got me." Chaeyoung sighed in defeat. "I guess I was being a little too obvious, but I will have you know that I planned on getting you flowers since the moment that you mentioned that you loved them and that I stayed over here rather than going back to my bed immediately because you were smiling bigger than I'd ever seen you smile before, and I found it a bit cute."

Lisa felt the heat rise to her cheeks at the blonde's statement, and she knew, without a doubt, that she was blushing. The room was enveloped in silence as Lisa tried to regain control of the color of her cheeks, and she looked up to find that Chaeyoung's cheeks had a pink tinge to them as well. As the silence stretched on, Lisa could feel the tension in the air, and she got the impression that the blonde hadn't meant to say what she had said. When several seconds had passed with neither girl speaking, Lisa awkwardly cleared her throat. "So, what is it you wanted to ask me?"