Explain Things to Lisa

“Shit yeah, my bad,” you say, stepping out of the room for a second.

“That story you were just telling? Not cool,” Lisa says, giving you a stern dressing down. “You promised you wouldn’t tell people that —”

“Shhh,” you say, putting a finger up against her lips. “They can hear you inside, and,” you say, leaning close to her ear to whisper, “and I got you - I didn’t tell them about the part where you pissed yourself and thought that it smelled good. So far as they know, it was just a funny story about waffles.”

“Really,” Lisa says, looking skeptical. “You want me to go in and ask them?”

“I mean, you could, but that would kind of be giving it up… just ask Rachel or Christina what I told you earlier, they’ll tell you everything I said,” you say. “There’ll be nothing about you getting pissed in the worst possible way.”

“Fine, fine,” she says. There’s an awkward silence, as you realise the conversation inside the room still hasn’t picked up yet.

“So… how’ve you been doing since I’ve been out in the hospital?” you ask.

“Let’s head into the room and I’ll fill you in on the details, yeah?” she says, and you agree.

The two of you sit down by Lucy’s bed, and Lisa leans against you with a faint smile, as if to show everyone in the room that the two of you aren’t mad at each other, as she begins to fill you in (and the others in the room) about how her last two weeks have been.

A beer or two and many stories later, everyone is just about ready to head out to the frat party.

Lisa +15