(( oh my god stevie and jenny have only interacted over dog shit so far. also im not sure which of us is ‘you’. im assuming i’m you. so, jenny’s head in stevie’s lap. cool cool. also i mixed up 3 of the prompts kinda bc imm awful and i misread the symbol at first and then kinda jus t went w it idk man enjoy idk ))
Everyone had a favourite book. Everyone read something. Jenny had known she’d find a book that even Stevie would want to read, eventually. And in all her years of studying non-fiction, Jenny had never quite found the time to indulge in the fictional worlds. Only a few days had passed when Stevie had called Jenny, complaining of feeling poorly, and not knowing who else to call for company. Having nothing better, as usual, to do that day than study, Jenny had come over, a few books under her arm to keep her busy. It had been something of a shock to find Stevie in bed, in a house devoid of books, save for one series. “Read it to me?” the other girl had asked, and Jenny had not needed asking twice. Settling down with her head on the other girl’s lap, she had begun to read. The book was heavy, and she felt herself drifting off. “The evening was closing in, and his cloaked figure quickly vanished into the twilight. Frodo did not see him again for a long…” Jenny mumbled, as sleep took over, and she found herself asleep on the other girl’s lap.