Falling For My Shoe Stealer // l.t.

Too Bad, So Sad; Swim to Thailand

Chapter 52:

Jessica's POV:

"LEAVE!"

"But-"

"No! You need to leave!" I exclaimed, shoving Lauren towards my front door.

"Oh, come on! Stop being such a baby. It's just a few more papers," she huffed. Despite us almost being the same size, and her being extremely skinnier than me, she rooted herself to her spot.

"That's what you said an hour ago! And an hour before that!" I retorted.

The movers arrived at noon today, as Lauren promised, and finished crowding my apartment with sealed boxes. Lauren, not as promised, showed up three hours late and claimed she was stuck in traffic the whole time.

We talked about the legal situation. I decided to not sue the people because I'm that nice of a person, and she agreed because it'd draw unwanted drama to me. It's also make me look cocky. After our talk, I was presented with stack of papers that needed to be filled out. It was thicker than my fist.

Four hours later, I finally finished, but Lauren suggested I sign a few more papers that have to do with my first album, which is nowhere near complete. So I told her to "fuck off with them," and now she won't leave.

"It'll only take... 20 or so minutes," she tried to reason. She fanned the papers out for me to see, and my eyes narrowed at the many empty answer boxes.

"20 minutes or 2 minutes. I don't care. I don't want to sign them. I want to unpack and sleep."

"Okay, but you'll have to do them at some point." I thanked my manager as she put the papers in her briefcase instead of pressing on. "Did you do that livestream earlier?"

I was awaken this morning by an obnoxious phone call from Lauren ordering me to do something called a livestream to 'connect with fans.' I had to do it before the movers got there, and it had to last at least 15 minutes.

To be honest, it was a lot of fun. Even though the first five minutes consisted of me asking, "Is it working?", I did get to answer a good amount of questions and blush a lot. Some of the best 30 minutes of my life.

"How many people watched it?" she asked.

"I didn't even know you could tell," I responded. Truth is I did see the number at two thousand before I covered it up with a piece of paper. I didn't want to see how many people I was embarrassing myself in front of.

I was full of face palms and puns this morning. She's not going to be happy.

"I'll deal with that later. Did you at least clean up before you did it?" she questioned, guestering towards me.

"Clean up?"

"Yes; maye a little makeup?" she suggested, and I shook my head. She grimaced slightly, and I placed my hands on my hips.

"What?"

"You look so... tired," she informed me, and I rolled my eyes.

"I sat by the window. The lighting, or whatever, probably helped," I told her, and she sighed.

"Whatever. Well I'll leave you to... whatever you're going to do. Call me if you need or are missing anything. I'll call you when something comes up." Lauren finally unlatched her feet from the floor, and the sound of the front door slamming echoed through my apartment.

I skipped over to my curtains and whipped them open, frowning at the sight. This morning, when tripping over a box, I discovered that the curtains hid a balcony. It was small, but gave a good view of the basketball court next door. When I ran into Lou downstairs, he informed me that local basketball and football games go on there almost every afternoon or night. Today was not one of those days, yet.