Favorite Shirt (Jim Kirk)

Favorite Shirt

Jim was kneeling beside the dresser and digging through it when you got out of the shower.

"What are you doing?" You asked when you saw a pile of clothing beside Jim where he was kneeling.

"Looking for my shirt," Jim said looking up at you.

"What shirt?"

"My yellow one." He said looking back down and digging into the bottom of the drawer.

"Could you be a little more specific, please? I think you only have seven of them..." Jim sighed.

"My favorite one. It's a little more faded than the rest." Jim looked at you, his eyes filled with sadness.

"You wore it yesterday?" You asked. 

"Yeah, and I put it on dresser last night but it wasn't there after I got out of the shower."

"That's because it's in the wash."

"Why is it there?" Jim asked a little offended.

"Jim, it smelled like an old sock." Jim slumped his shoulders.

"I wore cologne."

"Covering yourself in cologne won't make the smell go away completely."

"I love that shirt." A small laugh escaped your lips.

"Jim, it's not gone forever. It'll be out in a little over an hour." Jim sighed again.

"What am I gonna do for an hour?"

"James Tiberius Kirk. I'm sure you can find something to do for an hour." You said mischievously. A sly smile found its way onto Jim's lips. You both had the same idea.

"Only after you finish cleaning that mess." Jim looked down at the pile of clothes, his smile faded. You laughed and went into the kitchen. Jim started shoving the clothes into the drawer.

"Folded Jim."