Goodbyes // Zach Clayton

                                    

                                          







I sat on Zach's bed, watching him pack all of his clothes for tour.





                          
 I pouted as he started adding all of his shirts, coming to full realization that he was leaving me tomorrow for months.





                          
"You okay, babe? You look upset."






                          
I lowered my head and averted my gaze to the floor. 





                          
"Yeah, just sad to see you go that's all."






                          
He came over to me and kissed the top of my head, "53 days, that's all. We can make it," He said, walking back to the pile of clothes he needed to put in the luggage.








                          
 "Besides, you're going to have to come out and visit me, you know that."








                          
I smiled, "Zach, it's 53 days before I visit you, you're gone 111."







                          
He wrinkled his eyebrows in towards his nose. "Really? I guess that makes more sense. Well, you can come out before then." I half smiled and started picking on the loose threads at the bottom of my denim shorts.






                          
 "Babe, I know you're picking at those strings so you keep yourself busy, so come on over here and help me pack stuff."







                          
I nodded, "Okay." I walked over to where he was and began folding clothes with him, then placing them in the luggage spread around the bedroom. 







                          
When we were done packing his clothes, he headed out of the room to collect his shoes, bucket hats, and extra snacks to remind him of home. 







                          
His suitcase was empty so I grabbed my pillow and pink silk blanket, turned off the lights and crawled into the luggage, snuggling into the corner. I heard him rummaging around in the kitchen, and then into the closet and after that things started to quiet down for me. 








                          
Surprisingly, I had contorted my body in a comfortable enough manner so I was content in the suitcase. I felt my eye lids get droopy, so I decided to close my eyes because they were burning. 








                          
In my half awaken stupor, I heard the creak of the door and the light began to flood in. 






                          
I heard Zach's laugh, and then a brighter light flashed; a camera flash. 






                          
I felt Zach's arms scooping me up and placing me on the bed. He pulled off my jean shorts, leaving me in just my tank top and underwear. He then pulled the covers up to my chin, and I felt the cold sheets hit against my bare legs; sending goosebumps up my legs. I suddenly realized fully where I was and my eyes opened slowly,





                          
"Zach?"



                          
He sat down on the bed and smoothed my hair down, "What's up, babe?"





                          
My eyes met his, "Can you finish packing in the morning and just come to bed? I want to fall asleep with you one last time."







                          
He blinked a few times, pushing back the tears. "Yeah, I'm almost done anyway, give me two minutes to throw my last minute stuff in the suitcase and brush my teeth real fast. I'll be right back, don't you fall asleep."






                          
I nodded my head, "I won't."
He tossed the bucket hats and shoes into the luggage, not bothering to organize it. 




                          
He walked into the bathroom and I heard the water running, and then squeak as he turned the knob to turn it off.