she didn’t care about whoever else was at imogen’s party, because no matter where they went ; it was always just them. in a room of a hundred people, juno and imogen were GOOD at acting like it was just the two of them. lost in their own little world, wrapped up with each other both physically and mentally. juno can vividly remember nights where they’d be in complete different countries, complete different timezones, but still making the effort to talk even for just a few moments. juno starting to doze off on her end, listening to the sounds of imogen quietly moving around her tour bus in the early morning and some muted conversations happening somewhere in the background. a part of her missed those nights, the two of them giggling on the phone as they talked about ridiculous signs they saw in their crowd that night, followed by a moment’s silence. not an awkward one, but more so the two of them enjoying each other’s company ; but she’d never admit those feelings to imogen. she doesn’t try to ask herself why, in fear of what truths may spill OUT of herself if she picked any deeper at those old wounds.
it feels like her palms are SWEATING, juno wiping them on the fabric of her jeans just as the door gets pulled open. so there really is no turning back now, huh ?? a soft exhale leaves the blondes lips just at the sight before her, as if she hadn’t seen imogen a MILLION and one times before. but hey, juno swore that each time was BETTER than the last. but a breathy laugh leaves her lips, a soft grin playing on the edge of her lips as imogen makes comment on her timing. ❝ sorry, sweetheart. didn’t get to call in my rsvp without the invite. ❞ it’s playful banter of course, that same grin never once faltering from juno’s lips as she melts into the kiss on her cheek. but when imogen comments on how she MISSED juno, that’s when her grin quivers. cause yeah, it wasn’t rocket science to see the feelings were obviously reciprocated. ❝ i missed you too. ❞ she all but WHISPERS it, the pad of her thumb caressing into the skin of imogen’s hand. but juno, always one to never take her emotions seriously, paints that grin back onto her face. ❝ s t a y ? well, i HAVE to. you’re having a party without me, and that just isn’t gonna fly. ❞
even when they’re through , even when they’re over , it feels as if all imogen knows is loving her --- worrying about her . because the stupid truth is that juno’s always lingering in the back of her mind . she’d spent so much time in her head that imogen is sure she’d be able to recognize her from the way her breath fell alone , or the way her lips turned upwards in a smirk when she was being a little shithead ( for lack of better term ) . if only it was easy to relay that out loud as it was to know it . imogen doesn’t need to say it though ---- she screams it in the way she always goes back ; the way she watches her with those deep brown , doe eyes of hers with a certain tenderness she doesn’t bother to muster up for anyone else . she’s giving her that same look right now , feeling the electricity of her touch on the back of her hand . it’s no secret that imogen is a fool for her ... no matter how much she tries to keep it to herself .
but that sweetly gaze is soon overtaken by a fond roll of her eyes when than grin is plastered onto juno’s face once more . her friends are really gonna grill her about this later . imogen’s always ‘ over it ’ until she lays eyes on her features again , and then it’s like nothing ever happened . dazzling smile pulls on the corners of her lips , reaching out to shove at the blonde’s shoulder . “ it’s not a party without you , darling , you know that . ” now , manicured hand is reaching out to grab a hold of her hand , eagerly tugging her inside to join in on the small gathering . suddenly , she wants everyone else to leave . her plan had worked : juno was here now , but she hadn’t really thought past that . she never does . fingers lazily lace together with hers , though her pace quickens as she pulls her towards the kitchen , “ actually , it’s a good thing you’re here , ‘cause i need you to climb up on the counter and get another wine glass from the top shelf . ” she says without missing a beat , batting her eyelashes and gesturing up towards the cabinet . “ i would , babes , but ... ” she trails off , gesturing down to her heels . the same excuse she always uses . “ i can’t hurt my ankle , ‘cause then i’ll be confined to wearing nothing but sneakers !! and , honestly , that sounds like living hell ! ”
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