chapter 59

                                    

                                          

disclaimer: smut
josephine lee
After spending my summer in Michigan with my boyfriend and best friends I felt like I was on cloud nine. Even on the plane back to New Jersey, I had a feeling that I was weightless. I feel like there's nothing and I mean nothing that could weigh me down. 
Unless we're talking about the weird feeling I felt in my chest when I got home and dropped my bags at the front door. Unless we're talking about the way my body couldn't relax on the couch in my living room in my home. Have I been gone so long with company all of the time that the thought of being alone in my own house makes me uncomfortable?
I slowly lift off of the couch, walk over to my bedroom, and decide to take a quick nap in my bed before getting myself situated for 'The Eras Tour' which starts in a week and a half. I access my room quickly before stripping down to my underwear and bra, looking for something comfortable to change into. 
The first place I look is in my pajama drawer but when I open it I can't find them. I always leave them in that first drawer and I'm positive I didn't take my entire supply of pajamas to Michigan. Did I reorganize my clothes before I left? It's been so fucking long I cannot remember. 
I go through every drawer, looking for some shorts and a comfortable T-shirt, squatting down to the floor to look in the bottom level of my dresser. "Ugh, there they are." I say to myself, slipping the clothing over my body before tucking myself under the covers, tossing and turning until I eventually drift off to sleep. 
Despite my eyes being closed and my body resting, my mind is fully awake. I hear the front door open but don't make any movements to sit up or ask who it is. After the door closes I hear someone's footsteps approach my bedroom. I still don't open my eyes until I feel a dip in my mattress and a kiss on my cheek. 
Jack. 
I take a deep breath through my nose, waking up to see my boyfriend with our puppy in his hands. "Hi, honey." I coo at the excited puppy, jumping around my bed to get closer to my face. This must be why the house felt so weird. My home isn't a place anymore it's a person. 
"Hi Rowdy," I smile, stretching my arms above my head as I watch him rub a hand over his left arm. "Geez, Josie, it's freezing in here." He says, walking over to the thermostat in the living room. Jack shouts out the temperature it's currently at before changing it to something warmer. 
My house is lives at 68 degrees so for the thermostat to be set at 45 is bizarre. I would never do that but maybe I did because why else would it be like that? Once the house starts to warm up Jack joins me back in my bedroom and unzips my suitcases one by one. 
"We've got to do your laundry for tour." He says, pulling all of my dirty clothes onto the floor before sorting them into piles. I pick up Weenie and get out of bed with him, letting him roam around my house while I help Jack sort my clothes. 
Once we've got a load in he looks at my empty suitcase and starts helping me brainstorm outfits for my first few shows opening for Taylor. While I write down the dates and potential outfits Jack opens his notes app and starts making a checklist of everything I'll need helping me make sure I don't forget anything. 
He reads through the list and starts looking for the items I am for sure going to need like underwear. "Did you reorganize?" Jack asks, a confused expression appearing on his face as he looks through what is normally my underwear drawer. "You know I thought the same thing but I can't remember doing that before we left." I tell him before helping him look for my undergarments. 
After finally finding them I look down at everything and start questioning myself. Was I high? Why would I ever put these here? I shake my head loading my clothes into my suitcase. I make a mental note in my head to actually reorganize before I leave for tour so that I can find everything.