Today I Met The Girl I'm Going To M... - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
I am freaking out!
It really seems like Jennie should be the one having heart palpitations instead of me but for whatever reason I'm having difficulty wrapping my head around the fact that Jennie Kim is in my bed.
My bed!
"Morning." Jennie says like it's the most natural thing in the world. She stretches her body out and her voice is raspier than it was last night. "Sleep well?"
I scoot backwards to create some space between us and when I do my foot touches Jennie's bare leg for the briefest of moments.
Jennie's bare leg!
Oh my god!
A sense of foreboding washes over me as I work up the courage to peek under my covers. I slowly lift the covers up as I tear my eyes away from Jennie's curious brown orbs.
Ok, I was so not prepared to find myself in just my bra and underwear.
Just my bra and underwear!
I bunch the covers up as far as they can go so everything below my neck is out of sight. All right, there's no reason to get hysterical Jisoo, no need at all. Just take a few deep breaths and remember, don't get hysterical.
"What are you doing in my bed?" I shriek hysterically.
Way to follow the plan dumbass.
Jennie is lying on her side and I have to say she looks mighty comfortable with her head on my pillow. If I wasn't so busy having a panic attack I would admire what a great visual this is. "Uhm, I was sleeping before you woke me up a few minutes ago."
I didn't let my eyes wander to see what Jennie was wearing or not wearing when I peeked under the covers, but I can see the top half of her body and she has on what appears to be an old t-shirt of mine. My mind simply cannot digest the scene laid out before me so I continue my nonsensical ranting, much to my dismay. "I'm half naked and you're in my bed and I'd really like an explanation from you as to why exactly that is."
Jennie looks amused, "Aren't you used to waking up with a woman beside you?"
"That's not funny." I bark.
I'm breathing rapidly and I'm almost certain that I'm going to start to hyperventilate any minute now.
"Sorry, I didn't realize you'd be so upset this morning." Jennie replies softly. "Don't you remember anything about last night?"
I grip the covers tightly as I try to recall the events of the previous evening. "I remember being at the restaurant with you and enjoying a great meal." I close my eyes but nothing comes back to me. "That's about it." I wonder why Jennie seems relieved.
"So you really don't remember last night at all?" She questions again.
Thank goodness I put on a decent bra and matching underwear when I got dressed yesterday.
"No I don't." I snap and instantly regret it. It's not Jennie's fault that I'm suffering from temporary amnesia.
"You're bananas." Jennie quips and then she laughs.
I peel my eyes open so I can glare at her but I forget all about that when I see her nose crinkling.
Damn her for being so cute and damn her for having a nose crinkle that puts me under some sort of spell.
It's like my Kryptonite.
"Are you making fun of me?" I pout in what I hope is an adorable way.
"Maybe just a little." She smirks. "I thought that might jog your memory."
Huh?
How can calling me bananas jog my...
In a flash everything comes rushing back to me.
Jennie is dragging me through the lobby of my apartment building and I have my arms draped around her neck for support.
Oh right and I'm completely wasted.
It's not my fault though, Franco kept coming back with more wine and Jennie was only nursing her drink so it was my duty as a loyal customer not to insult him.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
"You don't have to help me inside. I'm perfectly fine." I insist even though my legs feel extremely wobbly.
"Sure you are." Jennie deadpans and I don't think she believes me.
"I so am." I say as I try to stand up on my own. My legs buckle but Jennie manages to catch me before I land on the ground. "My hero!" I gush as she balances me in her arms.
Jennie chuckles in that throaty way that makes my insides quiver. "You're probably overstating just a little bit, but regardless, you're welcome."
"No I'm not." I tell her in the most serious voice I can muster. Not an easy task seeing as I'm three sheets to the wind. "You're like the bestest person I have ever met."
"Thanks." Jennie says as she hauls me towards my apartment. "Where are your keys?"
I'm not done fawning over her. "I have a confession to make." I wish I had my filter working right now but apparently the ungodly amount of alcohol I consumed disabled it. "I think you are soooooo hot!" I run my fingers down Jennie's face once I've finished complimenting her.
"Uhm, thanks?" Jennie doesn't sound flattered by my observation, not that I blame her or anything. She reaches for my purse and busies herself with finding my keys while I continue to make a complete ass out of myself.
"Like on a scale from one to ten." I begin as I rest my head on her shoulder. I should note that Jennie smells amazing. I think about asking her what perfume she's wearing but I don't because I'm too caught up in admiring her. "One being a guy and ten being Angelina Jolie, I think you're a fifteen." I giggle at my wit. "I guess I do like to rate things after all."
Jennie's face is hidden from my line of sight because her head is buried in my purse but something tells me I made her blush. "That's, uh, so nice of you to say."
"Do you think I'm hot?" I ask despite how wrong I know the question is.
Jennie finally looks at me and I can see conflict written all across her face. "Jisoo..."
"You think I'm ugly!" I reply in an incredibly whiny voice. "This sucks."
"I don't think you're ugly." Jennie assures me.
"Please don't lie to me." I am pouting and somewhere in my head I'm also telling myself to shut the hell up.
"It's not like she'll remember this in the morning anyways." Jennie mumbles under her breath, probably not something she intended to say out loud. She puts two fingers under my chin and tilts my head up so we're eye to eye.
Can I just say...wow! I'm almost sure that I've never seen anyone look as intense as Jennie looks this second.
"I probably shouldn't be saying this to you but I think you're gorgeous Jisoo." Her voice is soft and she sounds so sincere.
I would love to say that Jennie's words are enough to sober me up, but they aren't. I want to ask her why she shouldn't have said that to me, however, something else comes out instead. "That is so freaking awesome." I start hooting and hollering and the only reason I'm not doing a happy dance is that would involve letting go of Jennie and I have no desire to do that.
"Keep your voice down." Jennie orders. "You're going to wake up your neighbors."
"Okee dokee." I slur. "I'll be as quiet as a mouse." I start giggling again and that makes Jennie shake her head.
"Here we go." Jennie says and when I look away from her I notice that she got my front door open. "Let's get you inside." I'm half walking, half getting dragged into my apartment and once Jennie shuts the door she tosses my keys and purse on the ground. I'm about to yell at her because nobody but nobody messes with my Louis Vuitton purse but I stop myself because I don't think that would be very nice of me. "Where's your bedroom?"
"I'm about to get lucky." I squeal as I pull away from her. "I knew I was good but not that good."
Jennie laughs and I can't really tell if she's laughing at me or with me because I'm laughing too. "Not quite, but I really do think you need to get some sleep."
I stomp my feet like a child, "I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm not tired!" Jennie rolls her eyes. "Can you sing me a song? I've never heard you sing and that would be so awesome if you did."
"It's really getting late." Jennie replies and she doesn't look all that impressed with me, but I'm not one to give up so easily.
"Please Jennie, please sing me a song." I fall to my knees and grab on to her jeans. "I know, I know, lets do a duet together." I look up at Jennie and smile. "They say we're young and we don't know, we won't find out until we grow." Jennie remains silent even though it's her turn. "Don't tell me you haven't heard of this song before, it's a classic!"
Jennie gives me a look as if to say, "What am I going to do with you?" so I tilt my head. "I know the words but I really, really, really think it's a good idea for you to sleep it off."
I ignore her of course and jump to my feet. "Fine, don't sing with me, I'll just do both parts." I grab both of Jennie's hands and swing her around. "Well I don't know if all that's true, cause you got me and baby I got you." I'm singing at the top of my lungs. "Babe, I got you babe, I got you babe."
Jennie manages to free herself from my grasp, "That was great Jisoo, but maybe you should let me take you to your room now."
"No, I'll be good." I'm so not ready for this night to be over, especially with Jennie probably thinking I'm some sort of crazy person. That's when I come up with a very bright idea, if I do say so myself. I decide I have to do something dramatic to get Jennie to forget everything I've done up until this point.
What could possibly go wrong?
I drop to the ground again, but this time I'm only on one knee.
Yeah, I'd cover my eyes if I was watching this too.
I'd love to say that I was able to prevent the next six words from escaping my big mouth, but sadly, I cannot.
I clasp Jennie's left hand between both of mine and grin idiotically as I gaze up at her.
"What are you doing?" she asks. Her eyes widen but I really don't think she knows what's coming next.
"Jennie Kim, will you marry me?" I dazzle her with a toothy grin and of course I follow up my question with a head tilt.
Hopefully that's Jennie's Kryptonite.
Jennie opens her mouth to respond but being the drunken moron that I am right now I talk over her.
"I'd make a great wife Jennie." Somebody please shoot me. "I'd wake you up every morning with kisses and breakfast in bed." Or tape my mouth shut at the very least. "I'll hold you when you're sad, wipe away all your tears when you cry, laugh with you when you're happy, celebrate your successes with you and tell you I love you so often you'd get sick of hearing it." It's strange, I'm having what I guess you could call an out of body experience. I can see myself saying all these things to Jennie like in a movie and yet I can't get my lips to stop moving. "Plus, and this is a very important point, I'm a total animal in the sack."
I really don't deserve to live.
Shock of all shocks, I've managed to render Jennie speechless.
"Don't give me your answer yet." I say as I stand back up. I push Jennie backwards and she lands on my couch exactly like I planned. "Let me show you what I'm talking about."
I stumble over to my stereo and turn on the last song I was listening to before I went out.
Despite the fact that I don't exactly know what a 'Hollaback Girl' is, it is a song I've danced to when I'm alone quite a few times.
But now I have an audience, and I'm going to knock her socks off.
And mine too.
Except I'm not wearing socks.
That's not going to stop Jisoo Kim though.
Oh yeah, you're not wrong, even though I wish you were.
I make my way back to Jennie and when I see her stand up, I forcibly shove her back down.
I wag my finger at her, "This show is for you, so you have to watch."
"Jisoo..."
I fling my shoe off my foot so it lands right by Jennie feet, then I do the same thing with my other shoe.
"I ain't no hollaback girl." I sing along as I unbutton my blouse. "I ain't no hollaback girl."
Jennie's eyes bulge out of her head, rightfully so.
I gyrate my hips and once my shirt is undone I whip it off and toss it in Jennie's direction.
It hits her in the head.
I turn around, stick out my butt and then shake it right in Jennie's face.
I do every dance move I know and about halfway through the song I realize that my pants have to go as well.
"Holy shit." Jennie exclaims as I unzip my trousers.
"I ain't no hollaback girl." I bellow. I'm staring right at Jennie as I slide my pants down to my ankle. "I ain't no hollaback girl."
I think the reason Jennie hasn't moved is because my performance is so amazing and she finds me incredibly sexy.
I'm that drunk, that I actually believe my own lie.
I jump out of my pants and surprisingly don't trip.
"This shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s." I scream. "This shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s."
And that's when I make the ultimate move.
I jump in Jennie's lap and fling my arms around her body.
"Time for a lap dance." I purr.
Jennie goes slack jawed as I bounce up and down on her legs.
I'm trashed, half-naked and making a fool out of myself in front of the one person I want to impress more than anything.
It couldn't possibly get any worse.
Right?
Wrong.
I look deep into Jennie's brown eyes, "I love you Jennie."
And that's the last thing I remember.
"...so I carried you in here and put you to bed." Jennie finishes.
She's spent the last few minutes giving me a very censored version of what happened last night without knowing that I remembered everything on my own.
I can't believe she's even speaking to me.
"I was going to crash on the couch but I was worried that you'd be sick in the middle of the night so I grabbed a shirt and pair of shorts and slept here." She explains. "I hope you don't mind?"
I pull the covers right over my head and pray to whoever might be listening that this is all a bad dream.
I have never been more humiliated and embarrassed in all my life.
There's no way I can recover from this, no way!
"Jisoo." She says but in keeping with my brand new vow of silence I don't respond. "Jisoo, don't be embarrassed."
"Jisoo isn't home right now." I tell her from under the sheets. "Please leave a message and she'll get back to you as soon as possible." Wow, I kept my vow of silence for about three seconds, must be some kind of record. "Beep."
Jennie shakes my shoulder, "You were drunk, it's ok."
It's so not ok, not even close to being ok.
"I'll tell you what, I'll get dressed and meet you in the living room in a few minutes. How does that sound?"
"Yeah, sure, uh-huh, yuppers, sounds like a plan, Stan." I reply like an idiot.
I hear Jennie rustling around and for a split second I contemplate watching her get dressed but I know she'd catch me with my luck.
"See you in a few." Jennie says before she leaves.
When I hear the door close I wait a few seconds to make sure she's not tricking me into believing she's gone. After I'm convinced I'm alone in my room I throw my covers off, grab the pillow that Jennie was sleeping on, and bash myself over the head with it.
How could I be so stupid?
And to make matters worse, I just caught a glimpse of the time.
10:15.
I am so late for work, my dad is going to kill me.
I replay the night's events in my mind a second time.
Wait a tick.
Jennie thinks I'm gorgeous.
She took care of me.
And she tried to comfort me this morning so I wouldn't feel bad.
Maybe there's hope for us after all.
I hug my knees to my chest and that's when it hits me.
I've known Jennie for exactly twenty-four hours.
It's our one-day anniversary!
And what a day it was.
I fell flat on my face when we first met.
I asked her out on a sort of date.
She found out I'm gay.
We had our first fight.
We made up.
I got drunk as a skunk.
Jennie looked after me.
I serenaded her...twice.
I proposed to her.
I stripped for her.
I gave her a lap dance.
I told her I love her.
We shared a bed.
She lied to protect my feelings.
And she's downstairs right now waiting to talk to me.
Wow, if all that happened after only knowing Jennie for one day, I can't even begin to imagine what the rest of our days together will be like.
I hope this doesn't sound like an ending, because it's not.
What this is my friends, is just the beginning.