As we Come and Go ~~ Jack x Ayla Story ~~

then i found myself alone

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If we were meant to be, we would have been by now.
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Alright Ayla, today is the day that represents why you're here and talking to me in the first place. Where do we begin?

At the Andersons, on my move in day and in the spare bedroom I knew I could always call my home.

Ok. Tell me all about it...

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Move In Day, 9am

"Jesus! How many boxes do you have from your aunt's house? You barely moved in right after graduation. How much did you take from your house and why do you have so much again?" Jack exclaimed out of breath as he dropped the boxes on the floor.

~Giggling underneath her breath as she pushed her way through the various pictures on her bed on the inevitable move in day she yearned forever for, the Ayla Teslermabe fell into the comfort of her second home as if her eagerness to explore the world didn't exist. From complication after the other, as she inevitably took the gap year into consideration amongst many things, the beauty's mindset lied beneath the simple and utter notion of feeling whole amidst the deteriorating chaos she called her life and she achieved it. And even when she felt as if she had a sense of exploration still left within her, her heart resonated with the blonde struggling to make her feel as comfortable as she could be in his household and in her eyes, that was enough for a long time and some may say even for a lifetime.~

"Hey be careful with those, I have records in there you know! And news flash buddy, my entire life is in those boxes so I needed to grab every single thing I could call my own from that broken household I grew up in ok?" Ayla giggled, standing up on her bed in an attempt to hang photos.

"Ayles, you do realize there is a thing called a storage unit. I can show you one once we get all of these boxes inside the house? There's one like right up the street and I think you would totally benefit from it considering you took practically everything in your basement and put it in a box! dork!" he mocked, walking over to the petite blonde as she consistently rips pieces of tape.

"Shit I'm not tall enough ugh—listen goldilocks, if I knew you were going to sit there and mock me as I struggle to hang pictures of amazing artists from the past, I would've never let you help me move in today!" she shook her head, throwing an empty box his way as he catches it.

"Since when did we decide aggression was the best way to cope with frustration! Babe musa wusa, breathe in and out..just in and out and besides I only mock you cause I love you" he smirked, placing the box on the floor while making his way up to her on her bed.

"Oh really now? you think mocking your girlfriend on her move in day instead of helping her hang vinyls and pictures is the idealistic version of love in a relationship?" she furrowed her eyebrows as he kissed her cheek and snuggled his chin in the groove of her neck.

"If it means you laugh a little and smile a lot more then, yes. yes that's exactly what an idealistic version of love is in a relationship, especially our's considering we are already a seventy five year old married couple bickering and bantering till our hearts content over music choices and where pictures should be hung along the walls of a room" he shrugged as she giggled, placing her head against the wall.

"Mm bummer, that idealistic relationship just doesn't work for me" she shook her head through a smirk as he furrowed his eyebrows.