Today I Met The Girl I'm Going To M... - Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Rosé arrives to clear our dinner plates and before she goes back to the staging area as Jennie called it, she turns to me. "Did you like your meal?" she asks in her Swedish accent that to be honest has lost some of its flair throughout the evening.
I blame the alcohol.
I can smell it on her breath and the fact that she's slurring a bit lets me know that her and Bobby are definitely doing more then just sampling the wine.
"I liked it a lot," I reply with a smile. I turn my head to look at my dinner companion and then I coyly add, "My compliments to the chef."
That's right, not only did Jennie plan this whole magical night just for me, but she also cooked all the food herself.
That's reason four hundred and fifty six that leads me to believe she's utterly perfect.
She made my favorite meal too.
Spaghetti and meatballs.
For me.
I'm still trying to wrap my head around that concept.
All this, the entire night, for me.
I want to ask her why.
Why she went through all this trouble just for me.
I want to ask her, but I don't.
I don't because I'm not really sure I'm ready to know the answer either way.
If it's purely out of friendship, that will probably disappoint me, and if she answers something else, an answer that implies something deeper, I'm not sure how I'd handle that.
All through the meal, our eyes have stayed on each other pretty much the whole time. Our looks seem to be more lingering, our words hiding other messages and there's an undercurrent of something I can't name quite yet.
My body tingles every time she gives me a compliment, my pulse quickens with every new revelation on how much effort went in to throwing me a prom and my nerves intensify as each second passes.
It's like we're building towards something.
A moment, a touch, a kiss.
Something.
It's hanging in the air above our heads but neither one of us addresses it.
I still believe there's a chance I'm seeing things that aren't there, but that belief is faltering slightly as our night progresses.
Whether it's wishful thinking or not, it feels like a change is happening between Jennie and me.
A change I'm not sure either one of us is ready for.
I don't want to be misunderstood-I'm having a blast, an utterly good time that I never want to end. All nights must end I know, how it ends is what provides the little anxiety that I acknowledge I'm feeling.
I don't want to do anything clumsy, I don't want to mess things up by reading too much into Jennie's actions and I don't want the happiness that's rushing through me to stop.
Jennie reaches for her glass and then she takes a big sip before addressing me. "How are you enjoying your night so far?"
I beam with happiness,. "I'm having such a good time."
I really am.
I want to make time stand still so I can bask in this night for as long as possible.
"What about you?" I ask.
"How could I not have a good time with you?" Jennie replies.
She really knows how to make me warm and fuzzy like no one else.
Despite the nervous butterflies in my stomach, I don't feel the least bit uncomfortable or awkward.
"Is dessert next?" I inquire before a rush of heat travels up my body towards my face. I feel flustered around Jennie so often. My usual smooth talking doesn't seem to apply to her and I have to wonder if it's possible to seduce her with my new found bashfulness.
"Wow, Jisoo, I throw you a prom, I get you a new dress, I make you a meal, and that's not enough for you," Jennie smirks. "Talk about ungrateful."
My hands grip the napkin that Rosé left on the table. I pull at it as I try to keep my eyes on Jennie's. Her gaze is intense and I find myself getting caught in it despite my trepidation. I know she's kidding around, I know that my dessert comment was innocent, but I also know that I want Jennie in a way I haven't before.
I want to taste her lips not only because I'm extremely attracted to her.
It's like I need to feel them.
I ache to feel them.
I ache to feel Jennie's body pressed against mine.
I ache to make her mine.
Not in the physical sense, which yes, of course I want, but I want her to be mine.
For me and me alone.
Just like I'm ready to be hers.
I'm sitting here ready for the taking.
I want her to take me in every way possible.
I understand the logic of taking her first, but I'm not the one who's attached, I'm not the one who's straight so that's what makes it more difficult for me to initiate something between us.
At least, that's what I try to convince myself of.
"You know I was only kidding, right?" Jennie says as she leans over and strokes the back of my hand with her thumb.
Such a simple gesture makes my body react so strongly.
Her touch, her concern, the tone in her voice, everything, ignites me all over.
Whether Jennie realizes or not, she affects me with every move she makes.
God, I want her.
And it's getting harder and harder to hide my feelings.
"I know," I tell her quietly as her thumb continues to stroke my heated flesh. "I don't need anything else, this night already means so much to me."
Well, maybe one more thing.
But I have to force my mind to go elsewhere.
"Well, it's far from over, Jisoo, and I hope you enjoy yourself even more," Jennie responds just as quietly. "A little birdie told me that Baskin Robbin's mint chocolate chip ice cream is your favorite."
It is!
Wait.
What does she mean by that?
"So, after prom, I thought we could have dessert just by ourselves," Jennie continues in what almost sounds like a seductive manner. "Don't tell the helpers though, they might polish it before we get to."
Outwardly I chuckle along with Jennie.
Inwardly I gulp.
After prom?
Like an after party?
With just Jennie and me?
Uhm, sign me up!
I'm there!
With bells on!
My skin is prickling with each movement of Jennie's thumb against my hand.
"Sounds like it will be fun," I remark as my eyes flicker between our hands and Jennie's chocolate brown eyes.
Jennie pulls her hand back to her side and I almost stop her from doing so. "Hey, Jis, I..."
"So, who's ready for their close up?" Bobby sings out as he stops in front of our table.
Gah!
He interrupted Jennie when she was about to say something important.
I think.
Bobby has changed outfits by the way. He's dressed all in black and I have no clue why.
He squeals and claps his hands. "Don't you ladies look marvelous!" Bobby emphasizes each syllable of marvelous and then he waves his hand in the air.
Wow, I didn't know it was possible for him to act gayer than he normally does.
Where'd his French accent go?
"Not as fabulous as me," he exclaims as he puts his hands on his hips. "I am so fine, it should be a crime."
I glance over at Jennie and the corners of her mouth are twitching. She coughs a few times and then speaks. "What's going on, Jacques?"
Bobby's hands fly over his heart. "Oh my god, isn't Jacques like the hottest guy you've ever seen? Except for me of course."
I'm convinced Bobby was dropped on his head as a child.
Repeatedly.
"That fine piece of eye candy had to leave sadly," Bobby jokingly explains. "But I'm here, I'm queer and I'm fabulous."
Oh dear god, he must have polished off three bottles of wine at least.
"Enough about me though," Bobby giggles. "My name is Eduardo and you are lucky to have my amazing photography skills at your disposal."
Yay!
Picture time!
With Jennie!
I'm going to frame our picture and put it on my desk at work to stare at everyday.
"So shake your booties and follow me," Bobby announces as he points towards the backdrop I noticed earlier.
He prances away leaving Jennie and me in hysterics.
He may be unconventional but Bobby is a great brother.
Jennie and I both stand up at the same time and like most of the night our eyes are focused on each other.
I start to walk towards Bobby when I feel Jennie slip her hand into mine.
I know I shouldn't react but I do.
I look down at our joined hands and then up at Jennie. I question her with my eyes because words aren't an option right now.
I can't read her response though, I try, but I can't.
She looks away after a few seconds but our hands remain together.
"You guys are too cute for words," Bobby gushes when we arrive at our destination.
Not going to get any arguments out of me.
He breaks our connection though as he sets up his shot.
Bobby's lucky he's able to make me laugh with all the fussing he's doing because otherwise he'd be in some serious trouble.
I'm not really paying attention to what Bobby's doing as many unanswered questions run repeatedly through my mind.
What does all of this mean?
Is it possible that Jennie wants more than just a friendship from me?
What about Hanbin?
That question causes me the most worry so I block it out from my thoughts.
"Almost got it," Bobby announces and that's when I notice the way we're standing.
I'm in front and Jennie's standing behind me.
She's not touching my body but I can feel her everywhere.
All over.
With every fiber of my being.
Bobby rushes behind his camera to look through his lens. "Can you get just a bit closer?"
I'm about to ask him who he's talking to when I feel Jennie move right up against me.
Oh my god!
She feels so good.
So damn good.
"Closer," Bobby instructs.
And she does.
Right flush against my back.
"Is this ok?" Jennie whispers in my ear.
Hell yeah!
Don't ever move!
"It's good," I whisper back without caring about how it sounds.
I'm only speaking the truth.
Her hands are resting on my hips and I'm in heaven.
Bobby looks up at us and smiles. "Perfect. On the count of three, say cheese."
I'm barely breathing.
Only enough to sustain my life.
Just as Bobby reaches three Jennie does something else I never expected her to.
She moves her hands around my stomach and pulls me into her.
"Cheese," she says as her voice drops a few octaves.
I don't say cheese but I do know I'm grinning like crazy.
Bobby takes a few shots while I bask at how absolutely amazing it feels to be in Jennie's arms, to be held by her and most of all to be sharing this whole experience with a girl who's always on my mind.
Always.
Hasn't really left since I first laid eyes on her.
And I don't see that changing anytime soon.
Bobby moves away from the camera. "All done, you'll be getting my bill in the mail."
And with that Eduardo the photographer is gone.
Jennie releases her hold on me and I audibly sigh.
Damn it!
There's being obvious and then there's being too obvious.
That was way too obvious.
"What were you going to say before?" I ask Jennie after I've turned around.
"Nothing important," Jennie replies, but somehow I don't quite believe her.
We walk back to our table in silence and this time Jennie doesn't take my hand.
I know I could take hers but I'm not sure that's the best idea right now.
That and I'm not sure how she'll react.
I don't think I could take it if she pulled away from me.
We arrive back at where our table used to be but it's gone.
That's odd.
I'm about to question Jennie when the lights dim and Celebration by Kool and the Gang begins to play.
"Yo, yo, yo, what's up?" I hear Bobby shout into a microphone.
I look over to where his voice is coming from and I see him and Roséstanding behind some equipment that was once covered by that black sheet I saw earlier.
I look back at Jennie and she's smiling.
I guess it's dancing time.
Bobby is wearing a baseball cap backwards, an unbuttoned baseball jersey over his black clothes and gold chains around his neck. Rosé has on black pants and a tight halter-top.
What are they up to now?
Bobby and Rosé start clapping in time to the music, which only fuels my curiosity.
"It's time to start the party," Bobby says in what can only be described as his best tough guy voice. "Are you guys ready to party?"
Jennie and I just stand there staring at the show that's being put on for us.
Flashes of lights bounce around the room and I'm amazed-yet again-by how all out Jennie went on tonight.
Bobby glares at the two of us. "Yo, ladies, I said, are you ready to party?"
I glance over at Jennie, and I know for sure we're having the same thought.
Time to get into the swing of things.
We applaud and shout "woo" even though it feels a little odd considering we're the only people in the room.
Bobby bumps hips with Rosé as he shouts his approval into the microphone. "We have a fun night in store for you seniors but first let me get some introductions out of the way." They jump and down for a bit before he continues. "My name is DJ B to the izzle and I'll be spinning some dope tunes for you tonight."
Oh my god!
Tell me he did not just say that.
My brother is so not the type of person that can pull off that kind of talk.
But he is entertaining, evidenced by the laughs he receives from me and Jennie.
"And to my right," Bobby throws an arm over to Rosé, "is my fly girl DJ Rozaaay," Rosé twirls around much to her own delight. "And we are gonna tear down the roof on this motha. Holla!"
I'm so embarrassed for him.
"Can I get a what, what," Rosé shouts into her own microphone.
And her too.
Jennie and I cannot control our laughing, they make quite the team.
"Alright, alright, alright, alright." Bobby fiddles with some knobs and I hope he doesn't screw up the equipment. "I'd like to dedicate this first song to my home girl Goldilocks over there." He points to me and I just shake my head in amusement.
Oh, Bobby, that's so sweet of you.
"So, get your ass on the dance floor and show all of us your fine moves," Bobby finishes as he presses some more buttons.
I'm not dancing alone.
I pull Jennie on the now cleared out dance floor.
I hope it's a fast song.
With a great beat.
All the better to grind with you my dear.
Grinding my body against Jennie's.
Together.
Moving together.
Up and down.
Over and over again.
Oh man that would be so awesome!
And then I hear the song he's picked.
Uh huh, this is my shit. All the girls stomp your feet like this
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
A few times I've been around that track
I no longer have a brother.
He's dead to me.
I know I'm blushing furiously as the song I stripped and gave Jennie a lap dance to plays.
This sucks!
How can I dance when I'm cringing with embarrassment?
There's no way I can enjoy myself now.
No way!
Jennie steps in front of me and she's standing awfully close.
Her eyes are warm but they are also a few shades darker than normal.
"Jisoo, may I have this dance?" she asks so formally I almost forget what song is playing.
I nod my head and our bodies start to move together.
Closely together.
I think my night just got a hell of a lot better.