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liz lemon (jbelmont) wrote,

It was ten minutes after five when she finally forced herself up and into her sisters closet to accost her wardrobe. She rationalized her thievery by blaming Danielle for not being home to stop her. It wasn't her fault that they wore exactly the same size. God must've wanted them to share clothes. Asher hadn't said where they were going and she didn't want to get too dressed up. Eventually, she'd decide on a beige peasant top with black embroidery around the edges and a pair of black leggings that still had the price tag on them. Jillian made a mental note to replace them if they were ever noticed missing. She'd complete the outfit with a blazer of her own and a pair of beige Jimmy Choo's. Her hair, which had been wet from her shower but had dried on it's own during her massive "space out", was at it's original shoulder length. Having cropped it short over seven months ago, she'd impatient for it to grow back and was a big fan of extensions to achieve the longer look quicker but had them taken out before her trip to Japan. Shortly after running a brush through it a few times and puckering her lips up in front of the mirror to apply tinted lip gloss, she heard the knock.

Almost instantly two things happened. One, Lola, her toy fox terrier went ape shit and started to run back and forth down the hall and two, the knots in her stomach returned. Jillian groaned and let her shoulders slump. " Stop it Jillian. Just be cool. " She muttered to her reflection. " Just be cool and everything will be fine. It's no big deal. Don't be a stupid face. " Although the self pep talk gave her no more courage than she already had she walked out of the room and towards the front door with Lola literally at her heels. Placing her hand on the knob Jillian exhaled and then opened it quickly with a natural enough smile in place. " Heey. " Her voice almost cracked at the sight of him. Fucccckkk. Why'd he have to look so good ? Why couldn't he have gotten uglier since she last saw him ? For a second her brain went blank but Lola barked and saved her. Jillian blinked. " She's like.. ADD or something today. " She made a quick reference to the dog and squatted to pick her up. It was while holding her that she stepped out and leaned in to give him a one armed hug. Unlike any of her previous embraces, this one was intentionally brief -- however not brief enough. He smelled good too. Double fuck . " I just gotta get my bag. " Backing up she set Lola down on the carpet and reached for her large black purse, which pretty much contained her entire world, and retraced her steps. Pulling the door shut behind her she finally took note of the daisy. " Is that for me ? " Jillian was wrong. Asher was a horrible person. A horrible, good looking, nice smelling, hates young women but loves to torture them by giving them flowers person.