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Somewhere in between admitting that Jamie had gotten into her car and leaving the diner after having been thoroughly chastised by her friends, Cindy found herself in the company of Jill. A very persistent Jill.
When asked what she was doing in Cindy’s car instead of going home, all she had gotten was a ‘keeping an eye on you’. Even after reassuring her several times that she could very well take care of herself, Jill had refused to get out of the car.
In the end, they both ended up at Cindy’s apartment with Cindy grumpy at being supervised like a child and Jill mildly amused by her behavior.
“I really don’t need you to watch over me,” Cindy said as she watched Jill make herself at home on her couch. “I’m quite old enough to keep myself out of trouble.”
Jill only chuckled, and that didn’t help Cindy’s mood at all. She took a seat next to Jill, fully intent on giving her the silent treatment until Jill at least admitted she didn’t need to play the babysitter for Cindy.
“You’re kind of prone to get yourself into trouble, not out of it,” Jill finally said.
“That…” Cindy stopped to reconsider, “is probably true.” She sighed in defeat, a light blush coloring her cheeks.
“So, here I am, making sure cute Jamie doesn’t get you in over your head into something you shouldn’t be in.”
“He’s not going to get me into anything,” she protested. “He’s a good guy.”
Jill scoffed, shaking her head. “You don’t know that. In fact, you don’t know anything about him.”
“I do,” Cindy said. She leant back against the cushions, crossing her arms defensively. The look she was giving Jill was nothing short of a dare to prove her wrong.
“Just cause you think he’s cute and want to date him, doesn’t make him harmless.” Jill smirked when she saw Cindy’s jaw almost drop with indignation.
“I do not want to date him,” she said slowly, sitting up straighter with a conviction on her face that made Jill chuckle again; much to Cindy’s dismay. “Besides, he’s so not my type,” she said casually. The moment the words were out, she winced, well aware of the opening she had just given Jill.
Raising her eyebrows, Jill looked at her curiously, her eyes glittering with mischief. She wasn’t one to let such an opportunity pass and she wouldn’t start now. “Oh, really?” She grinned. “Then who exactly is your type?”
“Never mind,” Cindy said hurriedly, scrambling off the couch to escape to the kitchen. She felt flushed and was quite certain she was past the light blush stage and was bright red by now. A hand pulled her back down before she could take a first step away.
“Still waiting.”
“Not telling.” She tried to move away a little, which only prompted Jill to pull her closer, keen on not letting her go before she got her answer. Suddenly highly aware of just how close they were, she smiled awkwardly at Jill.
“Cindy,” Jill pleaded with just enough of a whine in her voice to be certain she would get her way.
“I…” Cindy wanted to come up with a good excuse, anything to avoid answering the question, but when she looked at Jill, still wearing that knowing smirk of victory, she just sighed.
Before she could change her mind, she leaned forward and kissed her, giving her the answer in the easiest way there was. To her surprise, Jill tugged her deeper into the kiss.
When they finally separated, Jill said with a bit of awe tingeing her voice, “He really wasn’t your type.” Her astonishment was quickly replaced by smugness. “So, I am your type?” She smirked at Cindy.
With a suppressed groan at yet another question and with a reappearing blush, Cindy only nodded. “I guess you could say that…” she shrugged, unwilling to go into further detail.
Getting up and coming to a halt in front of Cindy, she looked down at her. “Show me how much I am your type?” She laughed at Cindy when she buried her face in her hands before extending one to Jill to be pulled up.
“I may just do that,” she replied. “If you’re lucky.”