#its soft sappy kinda weepy hours!!!

[flingthefluelontheflire]

Rare Ship Week Day 5: Holiday

Fandom: Welcome to Hell

Ship: LilJo (Lil and Jojo)

Word Count: 1282

Sighing, Lil clicked her lock screen on and groaned when she saw the time. Another hour to go, which meant another one of her mom’s dumb movies.

From beside her, she heard twin sniffles, although her mother only heard one. Lil raised an eyebrow at Jojo, who was desperately trying to keep tears from falling out her eyes. She’d known at the outset that her mother would be weepy tonight--apparently moderately sad movie scene plus score in a minor key was enough to turn on the waterworks--but she hadn’t been expecting tears from Jojo, of all people. When the angel saw the incredulous look on Lil’s face, she wiped at her cheeks and shrugged sheepishly.

“It was sadder than I thought it would be.”

“Hmm.” Lil glanced at the far end of the couch, where her mother was blowing her nose into a badly abused tissue. While her mother was around, she didn’t dare talk to Jojo; at least, nothing above a quick whisper.

“Oh, I love that movie.” Speaking of her mother. She finished cleaning up her face, then got up to switch the discs in the DVD player. This was Lil and her mother’s New Year's Eve tradition: bad pizza from the delivery place two streets over, too much caffeinated pop, and bad, sappy movies. For the first time, unbeknownst to her mother, there were three people participating.

Thus far, they’d watched three movies, eaten an entire pizza, and finished most of a 2-liter of Dr. Pepper. Around midnight, her mom would break out the cheap wine that she kept in the freezer and have a glass. Lil wouldn’t ask for any (she’d tasted it once before, and that was a mistake not worth repeating).

“What’re we watching now?” Lil asked, yawning. It wasn’t that she was sleepy; it was that she was tired of bad movies. “Something that’s not sentimental garbage?”

“Yeah, yeah. Diss on my movies all you like, missy. It’s my revenge for Rainbow Princess Paws.”

Lil saw the confused look Jojo sent her, and groaned internally. First of all, how dare her mother bring up that regretful glitter-vomit of a movie, and second, how in the hell was she supposed to communicate to her guardian angel/sort-of girlfriend that she did not, in fact, still like said movie?

“C’mon, that was like, over ten years ago.”

“Twenty times, Lil. Twenty. Times. In a week.”

Lil grimaced as Jojo started giggling. Maybe it was a good thing her mother couldn’t see Jojo; they’d be ganging up on her all the damn time. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Can we watch something that doesn’t suck ass now?”

Her mother heaved a dramatic sigh, then pulled out a case from the shelf, holding it up for Lil to see. “How’s this?”

Star Wars, Episode V. “Fine. Better than damn near everything else we’ve seen tonight.”

“Oh, shush.” Her mom popped the disc into the player and flopped back onto her spot on the couch. “Steel Magnolias is a classic.”

Rolling her eyes, Lil motioned Jojo a little closer. The angel scooted more towards Lil’s side of the couch, and Lil reclined so that Jojo could snuggle into her side. She opted to leave her arms awkwardly above her head rather than try to explain to her mother why one arm was hovering comfortably half a foot in the air.

Lil had chosen to sit on this end of the couch for two reasons: one, the space heater was on the other end, and her mom--who had been working until 5--definitely deserved toasty toes tonight. Second, she had an excuse to cuddle with Jojo. Even if, after five minutes, she felt like she was burning up and had to dump her blanket onto the floor.

From her vantage point, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, Lil could just make out the small form of Cleo, stretching out in front of the space heater for a nap. She whipped out her phone and snapped a quick picture, cooing while Jojo rolled her eyes. Then the opening credits started, and they were off on the final stretch of the last night of the old year.

Forty-five minutes later, as expected, her mom got up to get the wine. While she was gone, Lil wrapped an arm around Jojo’s waist, letting the warmth of her girlfriend work its way into her bones. In a whisper, “So.”

“So?”

“Wassup?”

“I think I liked the last movie more than this one.”

“...No, you don’t.”

“Uh, yeah, I do.”

“No. Nope. Not allowed.”

“Oh, please.” Jojo swatted at Lil’s shoulder, just as the freezer door slapped shut again, and her mother started back towards the living room. Lil stuck out her tongue quickly and pulled it in at the last second, right before her mom sat down again.

Fifteen minutes later, her mother’s phone alarm went off, and she smiled over at Lil. “Happy New Year, sweetie.”

“Happy New Year,” Lil hummed, feeling Jojo squirm to get a better look at her face.

Then, a whisper, warm against her ear, “Happy New Year.”

Lil smirked and bumped her forehead against Jojo’s in the near-darkness. She didn’t say anything, hoping instead that her smile could speak for her.

A little over an hour later, the movie finally ended. With a yawn that sounded nearly genuine, her mother turned off the TV and got up to put her wine glass in the sink. “I’m gonna go straight to bed. Can you put the leftovers away?” Looking back down at Lil, sprawled out on the sofa, “If it’s not too much trouble to get up, anyway.”

Groping for her phone, Lil started lifting herself up, dumping Jojo back onto the couch. Ignoring the pout sent her way, she said, “Nah, I got it. Go to bed.”

“Alright.” Her mother reached a hand over and ruffled her hair. “Good night. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Lil smoothed out her bangs and picked up a pizza box. “Night.” She waited until she heard her mother’s door close, then sighed and looked back to Jojo, who was hovering above the back of the sofa.

“C’mon.” Walking into the kitchen, she felt Jojo’s warmth close to her back. It left shortly after she slipped the leftover pizza slices into a bag and tossed them unceremoniously into the fridge. Turning around, she found her angel sitting on the counter next to the sink. She sidled over, casually planting her hands on either side of Jojo’s hips.

Jojo smirked, placing her hands over Lil’s and twining their fingers together. “So?”

“So.”

“Wassup?”

“What’d you think of the Nancy family tradition?” Lil snorted when Jojo grimaced and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s not much.”

“It’s better than what I used to do.” Jojo leaned in close, bumping her forehead against Lil’s. “My family just watched the ball drop on TV every year. Went to bed right after midnight.”

“Sounds boring.”

“It kinda was.” In her peripheral vision, Lil made out Jojo’s teeth pulling at her lip. “You wanna know something?”

“What?”

“I was kinda hoping that, y’know. By the time I got my first g-girlfriend…” Jojo tripped over the word a little, and Lil blushed. Why was it so damn hard for both of them to say? “That I’d get a kiss on New Year’s.”

Lil smirked, rubbing a thumb over one of Jojo’s knuckles. “Like in the movies?”

Jojo’s responding smile was soft and a little embarrassed. “Yeah. Like in the movies.”

“Well,” Lil pulled back to look Jojo directly in the eyes. “It’s a little overdue, then, but would you like to be my first kiss of the New Year?”

“Why, I thought you’d never ask.”

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