Night On Set ❁ COLIFER

Chapter 78 ❁ Granny panties

Jen's POV

Three months can either pass by in the blink of an eye or feel like a lifetime.

In my case, the three months between the ending of season three and the beginning of shooting season four feel like a lifetime, but not for the reason I thought. For the first time since Colin and I officially became a thing, I'm living a life that is somewhat normal for me: switching between LA and New York to be with friends and family, just like I always do during hiatuses. But it's different this time.

Those three months don't just feel like a lifetime because I miss having Colin across the hallway. They feel like a lifetime because in the moments we are together, we are building this thing that we have between us into something that feels like home. A new home where the other person, who was still just a friend a few months ago, suddenly gets wrapped up in every single one of our plans for the future.

In those three months, we start building a life for the both of us.

And I love it.

I love how, on the six-hour flight to New York, I realize that what I'm using as a bookmark is the thick, smooth envelope of the wedding invitation to Frank and Ellie's wedding, which makes me smile like an idiot for some reason. When the plane touches down in New York, I discover the invitation is not the only piece of Vancouver I brought with me: in the bottom of my suitcase, wrapped in one of my favorite shirts of Colin, is the little stuffed monkey. He must've done that while I was still in the bathroom.

I put the monkey on the window sill in my room, wrap the necklace with the guitar pick he gave me in the bathroom of the Cascade Room around its neck, and sleep in his shirt every night.

And it's perfect.

I love how, on the day I fly back from New York to Vancouver to be with him for three days, we don't just stay in our apartments. We drive up to North Vancouver to stay in the Lookout Point Bed & Breakfast, where we only leave our room to get some food and make long hikes. We don't need anything other than just being with each other, which makes for the simplest and most wonderful three days.

It's also in those three days that I discover Colin's the kind of person who will put the air conditioning on the highest setting before going to sleep, only to freeze to death a few hours later when the room has cooled down to Siberia-like temperatures. I'm the one who wakes up first, and because I'm absolutely clueless when it comes to operating the air conditioning, I start putting on every sweater I brought with me.

He wakes up near the end of my middle-of-the-night changing session and asks what the hell I'm doing. He then tries to turn off the air conditioning, but without success. After ten minutes of hitting the remote on the nightstand, taking out the batteries and looking for a button on the machine itself, my stomach hurts from laughing end Colin decides there's only one way we can get warm: by having a dance party.

That night, we have our first slow dance on the balcony of our room. We're both bear-foot and wearing two sweaters on top of our pajamas.

And it's perfect.

I love how, a week later on April 12, he surprises me for my birthday when I'm back in LA. He wasn't supposed to fly in for another two weeks, but I already had a feeling this would happen. So when there's a knock on my door a few hours after my birthday lunch with my family, I'm not really surprised; if anything, it's his entrance that surprises me.

I open the door to Colin's flustered face and messy hair. Next thing I know, he's shoving a bunch of flowers in my face, not even acknowledging the fact that we're reunited, and waving his hands at me.