Chapter eighteen: I broke my own rule

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Yawning I rolled over in bed snuggling my face into the cold pillow on my left. The sun was peeking through the shades on the window, blinding my eyes. As much as I didn't want too I saw this as a cue to get up. I pulled the blue plaid sheets up from over my bare legs and looked around the room deciding on what to do with my day. I haven't been doing much since the boys left for tour. They've only been gone a few days, but they have been the most boring and some of the loneliest days of my life. Which is hard to be.

But when they were here Jack and I were basically insuperable. I actually started sleeping at his place more than at my own, but only because we wanted to spend as much time together as possible. The first night we fully spent together at his places was so amazing actually.

"You don't have to clear out all of your closet and drawer space." I mumbled to Jack as I brushed my teeth

"Sure I do! You're a girl you have a bunch of clothes and even more shoes." He shrugged and turned the drawer he was holding upside down, dumping out all of its contents.

"As sexist as that is, it happens to be true for me...so thank you. But still it's sexist."

"What a head strong woman I asked to move in with me." He smirked waltzing over to me

"I'm not moving in first off. Just spending a lot of my time here." I smiled showing all the toothpaste bubbles in my mouth to Jack

"ew you're gross, rinse your mouth."

"Give me a kiss first. I dare you."

"Nooooooo" he whined walking out of the room, and running down stairs.

As he left I finished brushing my teeth and getting in my pajamas. It was my first nights at jacks. I've never really spent an actual night here, like I mean as when I wasn't drunk. Other then that he's mostly stayed at my place. I really love his apartment and his roommate's the sweetest guy, really funny and gives us a shit ton of space.

Anyway since Jack gave me a key to his place we decided we should spend as much time together before he goes back on tour in February, and I'm not going with them.

"HEY LACE!" Jack called from downstairs

"YEAH?!"

"COME HELP WITH THIS BLANKET FORT!" His voice cracked making me laugh before I ran down stairs carful not to fall on his stairs...again.

"What are you doing?" I laughed at the image in front of me. Jack sat bundled with about ten blankets all wrapped all around him, with pillows, and furniture flipped all around him.

"Well I wanted to make a super big fort for us, but well..." he trailed off looking around him

"Well then I guess we best fix it." I grinned back at this big idiot. My big idiot.

After a solid hour of attempts we finally finished out blanket fort. We used about seven blankets as the fort, and we decided to leave the other two biggest ones to sleep with. We had pillows all over the floor to sleep on and had the fort reach from behind the television in the living room to the stair banister to opposite wall and drape down behind us. Basically it was big as fuck. Right now Jack and I were cuddled on the floor wrapped in one another's body. His hairy legs wrapped with my smooth shaved ones, creating a strange feel, but a calm wave in my body. His arms draped over my waist and chest hugging our body's together as we laid.

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