Black, Blue, and Gold (Jenlisa Adaptation)

Chapter 2 - Maybe One Day (Part 1)

She closed the door behind her and exhaled. Weekends were tiring. She would dedicate her Saturdays and Sundays to help Irene since she was usually busy at the station on weekdays. She was grateful for Irene and all that short girl had done to help her so she never considered it a burden. Yet after a few months with no breaks, she had grown exhausted. She was spread thin and she knew it.

A delicious smell hit her nose. She knew Lisa had just cooked dinner even though the apartment was now quiet. The light is still on. Where could she be?

Jennie took off her shoes and jacket. She went to the living room but found no one there. She peeked through the open door of Lisa's room but it was empty. Maybe she went out?

She threw her bag onto the couch and went to the kitchen to eat. She took out a plate and walked to the stove. That was when she noticed someone in the small room next to the kitchen, squatting in front of the washing machine with her back against the wall, head thrown back and mouth open. She almost laughed out loud.

Jennie swiftly went to get her bag. She took out her phone, placed the plate as quietly as she could on the kitchen counter and took a picture. She chuckled as she set the photo as Lisa's contact picture. She pocketed her phone – tiptoeing towards the sleeping woman. She squatted down next to Lisa then gently poked her cheek.

"Lisa-yah..."

"H-huh?" Lisa closed her mouth and opened her eyes. She blinked.

Jennie finally laughed out loud. "What are you doing?" She stood up and extended her hand. "Sleep on your bed not here."

Lisa took Jennie's hand and got to her feet. She stretched her aching back and legs. "I didn't fall asleep on purpose."

"What were you doing?"

"I was waiting for the laundry. Staring at spinning wet clothes is strangely soothing." Lisa grinned.

Jennie shook her head. She went to the kitchen. "You're so silly sometimes."

Lisa took out the laundry from the washing machine. She went to the living room to hang them up to dry. "Oh man!"

Jennie was scooping rice when she heard it. "What now?" She turned her head.

"My socks are pink again!" Lisa showed Jennie her socks. "At this rate, I won't have any white clothing left." She sighed.

"Then you should remember to never put your whites in with the colors. I've told you that a million times." Jennie took her plate to the small dining table.

"And you should remember to never slip your colored shirt into the machine without checking."

Lisa still couldn't forget the day Jennie decided that she needed to wash her red t-shirt as soon as possible and slipped it in the machine along with all the whites Lisa was going to wash. That week, everyone at work kept asking whether she was wearing a new shirt since she had never worn pink before. Lisa had to go shopping for white shirts by the end of that week.

"You look good in pink," Jennie said as she closed the fridge door. She took a sip from her drink. "Plus, it adds more color to your boring wardrobe."

Lisa didn't respond. She finished hanging up the clothes then joined Jennie at the table with her own plate.

"You haven't eaten?" Jennie asked.

Lisa shook her head. "Just got home a few hours ago."

Jennie raised her eyebrows. "I thought it was your day off?"

"New case. They found a body of a young man in his apartment. He's been dead for a day. Stabbed."

Jennie flinched. She never knew that there were so many homicides in this city until she joined the task force.