Eve's POV:
Ashton and Grace come over the day we leave for the airport to help me pack, we don't have to leave until later tonight so we take our time.
"I can't believe you haven't packed yet." Grace complains as she folds my favorite pair of jeans. "I packed like, the second my parents said yes."
"Well for the longest time I didn't think I was going."
"Oh c'mon, you knew your dad would say yes eventually." She says.
"Actually no," I say. "No, I didn't."
Grace and I continue to pack, picking out what to wear and what to throw out.
"Eve, can I have these?" She asks, referring to my combat boots.
"What? No, I wear those all of the time!"
"Well if you give them to me, then I can wear them all of the time." She jokes and I throw the shirt I was folding at her.
"Um, ladies…" I hear a subtle, low voice come from the door. It's Ashton. "I can see you guys are getting a lot of packing done…" He jokes.
"Hey! We are. More than I can say for you." Grace teases, Ashton walks in with us and shuts the door.
"I am working," He says. "I'm working on getting the big guy out there to like me."
"Mr. Router?" Grace asks. "He's so easy to talk to, though."
"Maybe to you," He grabs a t-shirt and helps us fold. "But he literally hates me. He was watching the game when I was helping Ms. Jane cook and said, "Football; now that's a career. Nothing silly like, playing in a band or something.""
"Oh, Ash, he's just playing with you." I try to ease up on him a little. "And that means he likes you, he just has a funny way of showing it."
"He hates me."
Okay, well, he's not listening to me…
We finish with my closet and Grace and I go through accessories. We all finish by 5:00pm and decide to eat the mouth watering dinner Jane cooked for all of us.
"This is delicious, Jane!" Michelle exclaims.
"It is really good," Grace agrees.
"Aw, well thank you you guys. But you should thank Ashton too, he helped with most of it."
I look over at shy Ashton and smile.
Man, my boyfriend's great.
Jane serves everyone, like a real mother, and pulls out the chair next to me. She kisses my head before she sits in the most casual way.
