Chained - Jenlisa

G Dragon

The meeting with GDragon ends up not happening until the next day, late afternoon. Lisa is out in the hall somewhere talking to Boonluang while I'm inside finishing getting ready. My hair is atrocious and I end up just tying the brunette strands up into a messy ponytail. Which only reminds me that I have to get Lisa a haircut. She hasn't complained yet but I assume she will soon.

I grab my keys and essentials, and grab Lisa a jacket, too, then leave the apartment and lock the door. I call for Lisa as I do, knowing she'll hear me even if she were a block away and was wearing headphones.

"Are you cold?" Lisa asks from directly beside me. This time she didn't scare me since I expected it. It's a triumph for me, really.

I hand her jacket over and start down the hall. "No, it's for you. It's cold outside. Where's Boonluang?"

Lisa stuffs her arms into her jacket and fixes the hood. "Back home. He invited us to his first baseball game this weekend. Can we go? I said yes."

"Well, you already said yes," I drawl, pushing the button for the elevator. "If nothing comes up, we'll go."

Lisa hums one of those songs of hers as we descend and she fiddles with her sleeves. We make it outside, but I groan at the condition of our car. The roof has a layer of white, leaking down to the windows, and a few of the culprits are still present.

"Lisa!" I growl, shooing the birds off the SUV. They flap fervently but only waddle where I can't reach.

"Lisa. You fed the birds again, didn't you?"

She helps me make the birds fly away and nods. "Yes."

I eyeball our feathered friends as they move to other cars and coo at us. "I don't want bird crap on my car anymore. It's ugly and embarrassing and-"

"I'll tell them to do their business somewhere else," she interrupts. She waves at the birds then gets into the car and buckles her seatbelt.

Frustrated, I throw my hands in the air. I'm all for Lisa expressing herself but, really, bird whispering?

That seems like the most unlikely of powers she'd have. I'll give her a chance, anyway. But only because I'm curious to see if she can actually make the birds stop crapping on the car.

With a roll of my eyes I hop into the driver's seat and buckle up. "We're getting the car washed," I mumble, clicking on the blinker. Lisa hums, accepting that, then coos like a pigeon. I am this close to snapping at her, and she shuts up right quick, evidently feeling my frustration. Of all the things I thought I'd ever get mad at Lisa for, this wasn't a consideration.

I drive to the nearest carwash and sigh as we roll up. At least I won't have to get out of the car.

Hopefully this will go by quickly and we can get back on track to meeting GDragon. Rolling my head, I glance at Lisa halfway into the wash and my irritation with her disappears. Her palms are flat on the dashboard and her excited eyes follow the rainbow soaps drip down the windshield. She's so adorably innocent. There's no way I can stay mad at her.

When we make it out of the wash so the car can be dried, Lisa flops back in her seat and gives me the cutest smile, saying, "I'm going to tell Boonluang about this."

I chuckle and stroke her cheek, almost pinching it. Boonluang has more likely than not been to a car wash before but I'm sure he'd listen to Lisa tell her story. No one can resist Lisa's imaginative retelling of events.

Lisa purrs and leans across the center console to kiss me, her soft lips pressing to my cheek for a few seconds. Butterflies flutter around my stomach. I think Lisa feels them, too, because she blushes as she retakes her seat. Either that or she simply caught my sensations. Whatever the case, she turns sheepish.