*late January 1982*
(Y/N) and Andy clean out their closets.
(Y/N)'s POV:
So today we have some time to take care of our house and do some early spring cleaning. I'll be going on a short tour in March so in between rehearsals, I want to pull my wardrobe and also donate pieces of clothing I haven't worn since I first came here.
We got some boxes ready before going into our closets.
I started at the back of my closet racks and found so many memories.
"Love remember this jumpsuit?" I asked Andy across the room.
"Is that, is that the jumpsuit you were wearing the day we met?" Andy asked.
"Yes haha awww," I said folding it nice and neat.
I decided to keep it just because it could eventually be my only way home.
I found t-shirts that I never wore but was "supplied" with when I first came here.
I also looked at the shoes I owned and saw the platforms I was wearing the day I met Andy.
"Love," I said across the room again.
"The shoes you fell for me in dang darling you are a pack rat," Andy said chuckling.
I kept the shoes and jumpsuit together god forbid I end up like other time-traveling movies where I sparkle up and start to disappear.
I found some other heels that I know I wouldn't wear and put them in a donation box.
"Darling," Andy said from across the room.
I came out and saw him holding up his wedding tux.
"Awwwww you better not be donating it," I said with a giggle.
"Nerp never haha darling I just wanted to show you it for good measure," Andy said going back into his closet.
I went back into mine and found a bin of purses. Some were literally brand new and I never used them so I put those in the donation bin as well.
I also came across a bin of sunglasses and realized that I could use them still so I pulled them out and went and put them in my dresser drawer with my other glasses.
Andy went downstairs while I was doing this and then he came back up with two chilled cokes.
"Aw thanks love," I told Andy smiling.
"Of course darling I figured you were thristy too," Andy said popping the tab on his coke.
We took a few sips and headed back into our closets.
Next, I found some jeans that probably were never worn. When I first came here in 1978, I had a closet full of stuff but I went out and bought stuff I was comfortable in. I was keeping some of the bell-bottoms just in case they come back into trend.
I had three boxes full for donations but Andy barely had any.
"Love, are you doing good?" I asked him.
"Yes, why?" Andy replied confused.
"Cause you only have one box for donations," I said laughing.
"I just don't hoard as much as you do haha," Andy said with a loud laugh.
"That's not fair love," I said giggling.
"Well I don't have as many clothes as you. You have clothes all the way back to 5 years ago!" Andy said shocked.
"Good point love but still some of these styles have to be dated," I said laughing as I saw him putting away some bell bottoms.
We continued cleaning our closets then headed to our local charity clothing donation store with our boxes.
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