This whole situation was shit, it really was, she hated having him here and she hated herself for even having a sliver of a moment where she thought it would be tolerable. He had organised everything, got his clothes doing that two-metre distance thing with the kids, unable to hug them which apparently killed him, she rolled her eyes and told him to grow a pair. She only had the two bedrooms at her place so he was taking the sofa, her really uncomfortable sofa and there was no way she was giving up her fucking bed, no way, not for him. Jac glared at him every morning, he was eating her food, and she was annoyed but calmed down when he made her breakfast. She fucking hated him being here, she actually hated it.
"Do you actually mind?" she glares taking the clothes he had hung up on her curtain rail "How does anyone cope with you?"
"Well if your car hadn't broken down then..." he trails off, she huffs in annoyance and removes all of his clothes, he takes them back and hangs them up "Unless you're willing to free up some space in your wardrobe-"
"You can fucking do one" she snaps and he sighs placing his clothes up on the rail again "Arent you meant to be in work doing extra shifts or something?"
"Aren't you meant to be calmer in your own home or is it the effect I'm having on you-"
"Fuck off"
"Swearing at me isn't going to help" he reminds her, she clenches her jaw and brings out her bottle of wine "Day off?"
"No I'm going to hop in my car and head to work after this, who knows maybe I'll even wrap my car around the nearest lamppost" she gestures to her glass, he rolls his eyes at her sarcasm, he watches her open the fridge and then slams the door instantly "Who said you could fill up my fridge with shitty beer?"
"Does it hurt your pride?"
"Fuck off"
"That's so unoriginal Naylor"
"I'm going out for my one walk a day" she mutters grabbing her coat, he raises an eyebrow "Try not to burn the place down while I'm out"
"I wouldn't dream of it"
She went for a walk and picked up another bottle of wine, she would need it to get through a weekend with him. If she was honest it wasn't too bad spending time with him not that she would be honest, honesty would drag up the past and she didn't want that. When she got home she pulled a face at him doing some weird aerobics thing on the telly, she picked up the remote and turned it off, he rose an eyebrow at her and she huffed before pouring herself another glass of wine and changing the program over to something else that she wanted to watch, he relented knowing she was in a snappy mood. He bit his lip and she sighed before turning the telly off altogether, she went and picked her laptop up, and then he turned it on again.
"Right we're setting ground rules...this is ridiculous" she snaps, he raises his eyebrows before smirking knowing he was touching every nerve possible "No filling my fridge up with unnecessary shit-"
"Says the woman who has a wine glass in her hand"
"That's not the point" she grumbles knowing he had a fair point, she would dismiss that though "No hanging your clothes up where the neighbours can see them-"
"Also says the woman who won't free up a part of her wardrobe"
"And another rule: take me seriously otherwise I'll make your life hell" she snaps before walking off, he chuckles to himself, he was enjoying winding her up so he heads to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of wine
"What do you think you're doing?" she asks and he jumps, how on earth did she know he was pouring himself a glass of wine?
"Having a drink as I am not working" he points out, he notices her glass was empty "Do you want another glass?"
"Fine" she reluctantly passes it over to him and he pours her a glass "Thanks"
"No problem" he sighs and looks at her, she bites her lip and he bites his "So..."
"I'm going upstairs for a bath" she states and walks off, he huffs and rubs his eyes "I cleared out a section in my wardrobe for you"
"Really?"
"Yes I actually wasted my time doing that for you" she mutters and sighs "Just don't get too comfortable in my bedroom and be nosey otherwise I'll kick you out"
"You wouldn't dare" he teases, he saw a flicker of a smirk on her lips
"Try me"
It felt weird being in her bedroom, it made him shiver oddly. The décor was very Jac, it was weird and on the chest of drawers there were pictures of Emma and Jac, he smiles slightly and picked one of them up to look at it. Fletch knew Jac loved Emma so much and that it probably hurt her not having her daughter here at times like this with the world the way it is. He continued with hanging his shirts up before Jac padded into her bedroom, she bit her lip and he bit his noticing that she had her hair wrapped up in a towel, her face scrubbed free of makeup, and her robe hanging loosely around her body so she tied it tighter as she felt awkward under his gaze and chucked her clothes in the wash bin.
"Sorry..." she trails off and shuffles on the spot "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Hm, what?"
"Why are you looking at me like some perverted creep?" she laughs and heads to the wardrobe to pick up a t-shirt and then to the chest of drawers to pick up some leggings
"I'm not"
"Hm, sure, if you say so" she rolls her eyes and leaves the room, was she actually just going to leave him there? She backtracks into the bedroom again "You know...some might think this is the first time you've been in a woman's bedroom"
"Oh fuck off"
"I knew that would get a reaction" she smirks triumphantly as he leaves "Ange definitely trained you well-"
"Will you ever get the hint of fuck off?"
"You didn't fuck off when I told you to" she shrugs nonchalantly before pouring herself another glass of wine "Next you'll be asking to call a truce"
"Yeah over your dead body"
"Someone has grown a spine, I respect it" she smirks before passing her glass to him, she rolls her eyes at how he followed her from the bedroom downstairs to the kitchen and then up again to the bathroom "Stop following me around like a lost puppy then"
"Right...yeah...sorry" he mumbles as she locks the bathroom door to get dressed so he heads downstairs and sits on the sofa, he turns the telly on and a while later she appears, unbeknownst to him, rolling her eyes
"Are you scared of me?"
"You could slaughter lambs with that glare of yours but luckily for me I know you're a softie at heart"
"I almost puked up in my mouth" she mutters, he snorts as she sits down next to him "I know this situation isn't exactly ideal-"
"Tell me about it"
"I guess we have to make the best out of a bad situation so...truce?" she offers a hand to him so he could shake it, he rolls his eyes and places his in hers
"Truce"
