FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Six;

Chapter Six

Jensen started filming today.

That meant that you had the whole apartment to yourself. Something that you had been looking forward to all week. Why? Because you knew without him in the way, you could start to spruce the place up how you would like it. He had warned you that during filming, he wouldn't be home much during the day, but you were free to use Cliff as you needed. So today was all about home décor and he was just going to have to suck it up. After all, you were the one that was completely out of their comfort zone.

The week prior had been a tad awkward. Despite you and Jensen having already seen each other naked before, you found yourself being a tad more conservative than you usually would be with a boyfriend. Although, that could totally be because you guys weren't really together, despite what several tabloids had already been theorizing about on the internet.

As a matter of fact, you knew very little about the man you were living with.

You had spent the day in and out of craft stores and Home Depot with Cliff, who so graciously helped you carry some of the bigger items up the stairs and even asked if he could help you assemble a few of the items. During that time, you learned that Cliff had a wife, but they unfortunately never got around to having kids and with him always following Jensen and Jared around the country, it left little time for little ones at home. Besides, he so lovingly stated that he looked after the boys like they were his own anyway.

"Thank for your help again," you smiled at Cliff while holding the door open for him. "You defiantly have been helping me feel a little more at home here with this."

He gave you a slight nod before turning towards the stairs. From where you were standing you could see the SUV clearly. "Anything to make this easier for you Miss Y/L/N."

"What are you going to start calling me by my first name?"

He shrugged, laughing a tad. "Give it time, I'm sure I will get there sooner or later."

Another quick goodbye and you closed the door, turning the lock carefully before turning yourself around to look into your now less than bare apartment. You had decided that the place needed a little window garden, so you went and bought a wooden crate at Home Depot as well as several little plant potters and small bag of fertilizer. The small space didn't smell the best at the moment, but it certainly made you feel happier. Among some other things you had picked up was a light grey throw rug for the living room, a bookshelf and an array of candles to go throughout the place.

Feeling very accomplished with what you had done today, you glanced at the oven clock in the kitchen and saw that it read a little past six. Not really knowing what time Jensen would be home and thinking that it wouldn't be a good idea to text him to ask, you pulled out your laptop and found the closest pizza delivery place.

The magic of the internet these days was that you could order just about anything without ever having to interact to another person unless it was absolutely necessary. So with an medium cheese pizza on the way in thirty minutes or less, you decided that now would be the best time to pop open that bottle of wine you had picked up while out running errands.

Like some sort of sixth sense, you had just sat back down on the couch with your glass in one hand and the television remote in the other, when you heard the front door click with the sound of someone unlocking it. You contemplated on taking your glass to the bedroom, but you and Jensen had barely interacted with each other since you had arrived.

You both couldn't pretend the other didn't exist forever.

"What the hell?" You heard him ask aloud as he slowly entered the room you were sitting in, glancing around with a confused look on his face. "What's that smell?"