"Hey, Adam? Have you seen my glasses?" I questioned from the living room. I had been looking for them so I could read a book and I was not going to put my contacts on just to do that.
"I think I saw them in the kitchen!" He responded. I walked over to the kitchen, rather slowly because I'm practically blind without glasses on, trying not to bump into anything. Spotting them on the counter, I sighed in relief. "Did you find them?" He smiled, walking into the kitchen. He opened the fridge to get a bottle of water.
"Yep. I can finally see the world again." I said. "My hero!" I spoke dramatically, giving him a hug, laughing before walking back out into the living room. I heard his laugh boom throughout the house as he followed me. "Have you packed your stuff yet?" I asked, bending down to pick up the pillow that was on the floor, setting it on my lap once I sat down.
"No, I started it this morning but was too lazy to keep going." He laughed, taking a sip of his water, putting his feet on the coffee table in front of us.
Tomorrow, we were flying to Scotland to meet Adam's parents. Instead of going to Nashville and flying with them, we decided we would just fly from New York and meet them there since they were getting there sooner. I was mentally preparing myself for what was about to happen. I'd spend three weeks, lying to the most amazing people I had ever met. It made me feel guilty. I could tell Adam to tell the truth but it would make things suck for him because he had been lying for so long.
"I've already packed everything, I just need to check again." I told him, opening my book. "Shit, Adam. Who the hell is going to take care of Meredith?" Meredith was our cat, more mine, to be honest. I got it on our first year of college and she was the cutest thing in the world. She's grumpy and sassy now but she used to be the most adorable kitten ever. She's still adorable but she also hates people.
"Just ask Karlie or something. Maybe even Charlie can take care of her while we're gone." He suggested and I put down the book.
"I'll call Klossy." I laughed, grabbing my phone and dialing Karlie's number. "Hey, I need to ask you a favor." I stated once she picked up.
"What, Tay?" She questioned.
"Can you take care of Meredith while Adam and I are gone, please?" I inquired, hopeful she would say yes.
"Aw it's like she's your kid. While mom and dad are away, the cool aunt takes care of it." She laughed making me roll my eyes.
"Shut up. Can you or not? Please?" I begged her.
"Yeah, sure thing, Swifty." I told her thank you and that I would drop her off on the way to the airport, before hanging up.
"Taylor? Where is Meredith by the way?" He spoke looking around. "I haven't seen her in hours and she's usually here." That was enough to make start looking for the damn cat. "Did you by chance leave the balcony door open?" He questioned pointing at the open door after fifteen minutes of looking. I groaned, walking outside to find the cat, on the edge of the building. "Holy shit! That cat is like Spider-Man." Adam laughed making me slap his shoulder.
"How are we going to get her out of there without her falling?" I sighed, as Meredith stared at me, probably judging me. "This cat is suicidal, I swear."
"Wait, I know. I'm going to get treats." Adam smiled, brightly, going inside. When he came back, he shook the bag of treats in his hand, capturing the cat's attention. "Come here, Mere. You want this, don't you? Yep, that's it. Come on!" He spoke carefully when she started moving towards her.
"Crap, she was going to fall." I gasped as she lost her balance but to my relief regained it and kept walking. "Come here, kitty." I tried to cheer her on. Anyone who was down there, looking up was probably laughing at this situation. "Yeah, you're doing it. Good girl."
"Almost there." Adam said. "Yes, finally!" He yelled when she stepped foot into the balcony. "I don't even know why I let you bring this cat into the house." He said, going into the house as I followed him with Meredith in my arms. Not that she liked that very much because I was pretty sure she scratched me.
"You love her too." I smirked, closing the balcony door and putting Meredith down. I walked to the living room, smiling as I sat down. "Anyway, do you want me to help you pack?"
"You don't have to, Tay bear." I rolled my eyes, standing up.
"That's your answer for yes. Let's go." I told him, laughing walking to his bedroom.
"I hate that you know me so well." He cackled, putting his arm around my shoulders as I pat his stomach.
"It'd be weird if I didn't. We've been living together for almost six years and I've known you since you were sixteen, you idiot." I told him, knowingly. "And I've seen your dick." I laughed. "Best friends forever, bitch!" I yelled out making his laugh ring my ears.
"Wait so you're telling me that Gigi is dating Joe, as in Joe Jonas who you dated and who broke up with over the phone and you're totally fine with it." He tried to make sense of what I was telling him as I helped him pack, minutes later. That man was a total mess when it came to cleaning or packing, believe me.
"Why wouldn't I be? It's been ages and the guy changed I guess and not to mention Gigi is a great friend of mine and it would be stupid to be upset over something like that." I explained as I took a few t-shirts out of his closet.
"I guess you do have a point." He nodded his head, folding some sweatshirts and putting them in a suitcase. "Oh right, Burns told me to tell you that he thinks Martha is super hot and that he would look good with her." He laughed.
"He needs to chill. How does he even know her?" I questioned confused because I don't remember introducing the two of them.
"He saw her in your Instagram and at a party, I think." He replied, shrugging. Burns had been the first guy we met when we got to New York. We were walking through campus and we didn't know where we were going, he was there and gave directions, turns out he lived in the building next to ours so we became fast friends.
"Is that his way of telling me he wants me to give him her number because that's a hell no." I spoke. Burns was the type of guy that would date lots of girls and there was no way in hell I would give him Martha's number. "Are we done?" I looked around, checking if he had everything packed.
"I think so." He smiled, sitting down on the bed, smiling at me.
