it was entirely fair for valencia to rip her apart with her manicured nails- if jenny was in her shoes, she would’ve raised holy hell instead of offering an understanding ear. the blonde took the somewhat biting jokes in stride, and she shook her head, reaching out to squeeze the other’s hand. “listen, you’re right- i am a terrible, awful person but i am working on it,” jenny insisted, gratefully taking the phone offered, with the silent resolve to prove the beautiful brunette wrong at every turn. the next joke made her glossed lips twitch in an almost smile, relieved that val seemed to be genuine in her offering to not hold this against her. at the mention of addressing things with val’s father, jenny groaned and nodded, knowing as much as she hated it, the other woman had a point. “i know you’re right, but i really wish you weren’t,” jenny muttered, her cheeks reddening at the sheer shame of facing the man who had seduced her into bed, reducing her to the terrible cliche of the blonde bimbo who hooked up with a man who had a family. “i should really go, you know, try and find where i dropped my self esteem and self worth. but i will text you about going out, are you busy tonight?” she asked in a soft voice, noticing the way valencia’s features softened at the briefest touch.
“you’re not terrible or awful. really, jenn. you gotta stop kicking yourself for this. if i’m not angry, you shouldn’t be.” valencia truly hoped that they could joke about this fully one day. maybe her comment was a little too sharp for this moment. she would just have to hold off the ‘a’ material until another day. “i’m free tonight. i love your enthusiasm,” the dark haired woman replied with a soft laugh. there was no hint of sarcasm in that response as well. she did enjoy how excited the blonde seemed to be about...everything. she didn’t need cold or aloof. she got plenty of that from her parents. she needed this energy in her life. especially when it was coming from someone who looked like jenny. “if you makes you feel better, i’ll give you...three dates before we sit good ol’ dad down and address his...whatever we wanna call it. gotta tell him that i have dibs now. well,” she shrugged, “you have dibs.”
