❀I'm A Trainwreck❀

P A R T T W E N T Y F I V E

✰ Ashland's POV: ✰

The bed was shaking almost violently. What in the fuck?! Dolly is a small dog, so obviously, she cannot shake and move the bed around that much. Definitely not. But it wasn't until I smelt some strong cologne that instantly made me weak in the knees. I wasn't even fully awake yet, but that cologne sure could be my alarm clock anytime. No complaints here, at all.

Well, now I know who stayed the night; the one and only, Jon Langston. He wanted me to spend my last night in my house with some company. We low-key threw a moving-out party for me. I swear that dude just called it a party as an excuse to drink and get drunk. Though, I really can't hate him for that. Last night was fun, from what I can remember.

"Baby girl, wake up. I got the majority of your stuff packed up in a moving truck. I would've put everything in the back of mine, but I didn't have enough room. However, I did get a bunch of your little stuff at my house already. I've been in and out all mornin'," Jon spoke softly to me.

My heart was melting! J is such a gentleman, he's starting to make me fall more and more in love with him than to begin with. I don't know where I'd be without him.

"That's fine, bubs. I'm up though, I swear," I giggled as I sat up in the bed and saw that most of my furniture in the bedroom was gone.

Damn! For him to be in and out all morning, he sure has gotten a lot of stuff out of here. Hopefully, he didn't touch my makeup, clothes, bra and underwear, or anything along those lines. That stuff is something that I'd strongly want to pack up myself. My personal belongings, ya know, even though we're dating, it doesn't mean I really fancy him looking at my things. When I'm more comfortable with it, then maybe I'll feel better with him looking at the things. Until then, my personal things are going to be with me and me only.

"Great. Not to be a bitch, but uh, can you help me out a bit? I know you just woke up and everything, but I done cut my hand right near my thumb from somethin'. It was bleeding like crazy, but you had a first aid kit in the bathroom. So before you panic, I'm just fine."

Well, isn't that just lonely to hear right when you wake up? Even though Jon said he was okay and everything, I can't help but worry about him. Here's to hoping the cut doesn't get infected or anything bad like that, or that will make me feel so guilty. I wasn't expecting to be packing up things and moving out as quick as we intended, but here we are. No complaints will be heard from me.

Getting up out of the bed that I was soon going to be saying goodbye to, I stumbled my way into the bathroom so I could at least go and release my bladder, get dressed, and put my hair up in a messy bun or ponytail before I start to help Jon pack up the rest of my crap.