F L A W
(adj.) a defect in physical structure or form.
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"OH SHIT, oh shit," Jennie cursed under her breath as she drove home. What did I get myself into?
Jennie looked at her Rolex watch to check the time. She had enough time to clean her room before Lisa arrived. Wait what time is she coming? God! Why do I care? She accelerated and her porsche 911 growled in response. "It's just a sleepover," she said to herself, taking a deep breath. "We're old friends trying to reconnect for old times' sake." She convinced herself.
An image of the stunning blonde appeared on her mind, that perfect smile making her stomach twist, knowing she'd see it in less than three hours. She ground her teeth and tried to imagine Lisa as the old one. Obese, pimpled, and with braces on. It didn't work. She knew deep down even back then she had admired her friend, not for her looks, but because she had the most attractive personalities to ever exist. And now she had the most attractive body to ever exist.
"We're just friends," she told herself again. "Trying to reconnect over a sleepover. She's a good friend."
So what am I so damn nervous about?
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"Hello Jennie," her mother greeted, kissing her on her cheek as soon as she walked in their door. "Dinner is in an hour." Jennie eyes identical to her daughter's twinkled. "I'm cooking tonight."
"Actually mom," Jennie stopped her mother before she could head into their rather large kitchen. "Can we hold dinner for about thirty minutes? I've, uh, invited someone for a sleepover."
The dark-haired woman raised an impeccable brow. "If that Bambam boy is spending the night I've already told you-"
"No, mom," Jennie laughed, loving her mother's protective side. "She's an old friend."
Mrs. Kim sighed in mock-relief. "Thank God. I'm not ready to be a grandma yet." It made Jennie giggle and she lightly smacked her mother on the arm. "What's her name?" The older woman asked, heading to the kitchen to start prepping with her daughter close behind her.
Hearing the question, Jennie stopped. Cleared her throat.
"Lisa."
"Lisa?" Her mother turned to her daughter, eyebrows shot up. "Lisa? Your best friend who moved away without telling you?"
"Of course you'd know right away," Jennie muttered under her breath. "She's the only Lisa you know."
"Hey, hey, why the dislike?" her mother's beautiful features broke into concern, taking her daughter's face in her warm hands and smoothing out the frowns. "I know she hurt you," she told Jennie softly after seeing the hurt and slight distate on her daughter's features at the mention of her old friend. "But I think- I know- that this is a great opportunity to rebuild that wonderful friendship I've witnessed from the both of you." She kissed her daughter's forehead and softly added, "I'm proud of you for giving her a chance."
"Thanks mom," Jennie smiled, truly wanting to believe every word her mother said. She just hoped it wouldn't get worse.
"Now go clean your room," Her mother smacked her butt. "I didn't raise you to allow our guests to sleep on your discarded underwears."
"Mom!" Jennie's eyes widened. "I told you not to go into my room!" Nevertheless she laughed and headed up the stairs.
"I didn't!" her mother yelled after her. "So you confirmed it!"
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She Lays Down ★ JENLISA
RomanceRated 18+ for lesbian sex scenes and crude language. Lisa has been bullied for her size and out of place because she was taller than most boys. However, she was untouchable considering the fact that she was Jennie Kim's best friend. That's the only...
