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| monday october 6 9:32 PM |
"this looks like it's going to be too much stuff" jack laughs as i start to fold clothes for him and place them on his bed. i let out a laugh and shake my head. "i promise you, this isn't even near enough" i disagree, looking down at the six shirts he has set out. "you're going on a mini tour in a country you've never been before, you don't want to show up at two different concerts wearing the same outfit!" i tease him. "okay you've got a point." he sighs, walking over to his dresser and grabbing three more shirts at random. i smile some at him and his uninterested attitude towards packing his bag. "you don't even want to plan an outfit or two?" i laugh at him. he shakes his head and begins to fold them along with me. "this outfit wasn't planned. still turned out good tho, don't you think?" he looks down at his outfit and shrugs. i look over his outfit and smirk. the white tank top he was wearing fit him perfectly. it didn't seem that planned, he just wore a pair of black basketball shorts along with it... he still looked as good as ever. i have to say it's one of my new favorite things that he's worn.
"it's not too bad" i shrug with a small laugh. he lets out a quiet scoff. "you just checked me out three times in a row!" he laughs at me, crossing his arms over his chest. i stay quiet and do it again with out thinking. "make that four" i shamelessly admit when i realized i had checked him out again. he smirks at me and sighs. "someone can't take their eyes off of me" he teases causing me to laugh. "that makes two of us." i retort, referring to how his eyes have been glued to my chest over half of the day from my v cut shirt. "cindy i'm sorry but i can't help it really" he shakes his head, looking again which makes me laugh. i playfully cover his eyes and he practically tackles me on the bed, laying me down on top of the clothes we had just folded.
"jack! the clothes!" i smile, attempting to get up but he lays his head on my chest, looking up at me through his eye lashes. a small smile forms on his lips as he looks at me. the look he gave me made it feel as if strings were being tugged on in my heart in a certain way.... it made me realize how much i missed that look. it was always such a caring and generous look. it makes you realize how appreciated you actually are and i feel like i needed it, even though i didn't know i did. it made me feel like im all that matters in this very moment. "let's just lay like this for a minute" he mumbles. "we ca- i can always refold them later" he tells me, correcting himself halfway through. he probably thought i might now want to fold them again but if i'm being honest, if it's with him i wouldn't mind. he can make anything enjoyable... even something as lame and uninteresting as folding clothes.
"i don't mind helping" i tell him, trying to sound as honest as possible. i don't want him thinking he guilt tripped me into it. "you sure?" he asks me before speaking up again. "i don't want you over here too late, you said you have that shoot tomorrow morning . you won't get enough sleep." he says, sounding more concerned than ever. i laugh some and nod as if he could see it, he may have felt it. "jack, you have to wake up even earlier for your flight... i'll be fine staying here ten more minutes to help you finish packing." i tell him, not wanting him to be up even later. he has over an hour trip to the air port, which he's driving both him and johnson. he should be rested for that. i don't want anything to happen to him on the way, both of them really. they mean a lot to me. "i'm not letting you stay more than ten minutes for it. at eleven you have to go. you need your sleep" he compromises. i nod again and a small smile forms on my face. "fine." i agree causing him to move his arms on both sides of my head to lift himself up some. "but in the mean time..." he starts but cuts himself off my connecting his lips to my jawline which i honestly didn't mind at all. "let me just take this off" he finishes after leaving a few pecks on my jawline again. i laugh and sit up, not arguing or going against it one bit. i grab the ends of my shirt before i pull it up, over my head and end it by placing it down next to me.
