𝖏ₑ𝕹𝑛𝗂𝚏𝐞ᴿ̲𝄒ₛ ✶ ᴇ𝓿ᵢ𝔏؟

❛ ℌere ʟ𝐢es, – ᴊᴇɴɴɪ𝔉ᴇʀ 🇨​🇭​🇪​🇨​🇰​ ,̲ ̲

𝐀 carefully manicured nail, almond-shaped and red, lifts itself up to push away a strand from her narrowed eyes. Jennifer finds him somewhat amusing, 𝖊x𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝐲 different from her usual cohort of cinephiles. There are those who ᴹᴬᴺ - splain every classic she makes the mistake of mentioning, and those who compare her to silver starlets ── expecting her to react surprised & clueless as to who they're talking about, which she indulges, 🇷​🇪​🇬​🇷​🇪​🇹​🇹​🇦​🇧​🇱​🇾​. Then there are those who 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊 her, peeling back layer after layer, realising just how much the falsities of a flick can influence one's entire being. guilty as sin, she is. Jennifer may not be able to name every John Hughes hero, but she can name every character that falls across the 𝕭ook ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ 𝕯ead ─ 𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 & 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚈'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙴' 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺. By the time the deadites would be nearing a win, their minds would be elsewhere, instead on the 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬. the thought makes her hum, zoning out momentarily, before fluttering eyelids shut to mimic an 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 eye roll.

hm.. ⍰ ── has he been the object of her voyeuristic eyes since he moved in? quite possibly ── you may be able to 𝒅ecipher the truth beneath curled ends of cherry lips, ⱼuicy & ᴳᴸᴼssed, tip - toeing onto a thin line of ( 🇨​🇪​🇷​🇹​🇦​🇮​🇳​🇹​🇾​ ) as she marks her territory. these siren eyes tend to get her ᴵᴺ trouble frequently, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 ... permanent damage.