She woke for the night and stretched. It was nice sleeping in a bed again, her last day rest had been underground. Pulling her hair from her pony tail, she made her way to the massive guest bathroom. Pam had great taste, no doubt it was designed by her. The tub was...huge. She thought she had a huge tub, well this was like...a pond.
She pulled her shirt over her head and moved to the faucets, turning them each on to the perfect temperature as the tub filled up. Looking around the room she spotted an ipod dock and smiled. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she put it on her favorite pandora station and hooked it up. Seventeen missed calls and ten voicemails from Bill. She would call him...eventually. Right now, she just wanted to relax, she needed to. Unhooking her bra, she let it fall to the ground in the pile with her shirt and began on her jeans.
She was fully naked and spun around as she sang along to the song that played.
"I don't know about you
But I'm feeling 22
Everything will be alright
If you keep me next to you
You don't know about me
But I'll bet you want to
Everything will be alright
If we just keep dancing like we're
22, ooh-ooh
22, ooh-ooh"
She submerged into the water and went under the water, her eyes wide open as she stared up at the ceiling above her. Coming up fast, she blew out a breath and moved her hands over her wet hair. A smile came to her face for the first time in a few days. Everything would be alright...she had to convince herself. The bubbles she added floated on the surface of the water. Cupping her hand, she brought it up and blew the suds, letting out a giggle and singing.
After her long bath and Taylor Swift concert, she turned the music up and went to the closet where Tara had put some clothes for her. Skimming through the selections, eyes widening on some of them, brow quirking on others. Pam had interesting taste. Slipping on a hot pink halter top that showed a nice bit of cleavage and a black mini skirt, she danced around the room. Falling on her back to the large California king, she sighed and bit her bottom lip. She was going to find herself again...she had to be Jessica. Just...Jessica.
Then, she could figure out where she stood with Quinn and James. Until then...this was her life. The sad part? Neither James nor Quinn had called her...but there was one missed call from Jason. Sometimes things just didn't make any sense. One thing was for sure, she was not ready to hear any voicemails...not yet.
Instead, fashion distractions would have to do.
She pulled her shirt over her head and moved to the faucets, turning them each on to the perfect temperature as the tub filled up. Looking around the room she spotted an ipod dock and smiled. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she put it on her favorite pandora station and hooked it up. Seventeen missed calls and ten voicemails from Bill. She would call him...eventually. Right now, she just wanted to relax, she needed to. Unhooking her bra, she let it fall to the ground in the pile with her shirt and began on her jeans.
She was fully naked and spun around as she sang along to the song that played.
"I don't know about you
But I'm feeling 22
Everything will be alright
If you keep me next to you
You don't know about me
But I'll bet you want to
Everything will be alright
If we just keep dancing like we're
22, ooh-ooh
22, ooh-ooh"
She submerged into the water and went under the water, her eyes wide open as she stared up at the ceiling above her. Coming up fast, she blew out a breath and moved her hands over her wet hair. A smile came to her face for the first time in a few days. Everything would be alright...she had to convince herself. The bubbles she added floated on the surface of the water. Cupping her hand, she brought it up and blew the suds, letting out a giggle and singing.
After her long bath and Taylor Swift concert, she turned the music up and went to the closet where Tara had put some clothes for her. Skimming through the selections, eyes widening on some of them, brow quirking on others. Pam had interesting taste. Slipping on a hot pink halter top that showed a nice bit of cleavage and a black mini skirt, she danced around the room. Falling on her back to the large California king, she sighed and bit her bottom lip. She was going to find herself again...she had to be Jessica. Just...Jessica.
Then, she could figure out where she stood with Quinn and James. Until then...this was her life. The sad part? Neither James nor Quinn had called her...but there was one missed call from Jason. Sometimes things just didn't make any sense. One thing was for sure, she was not ready to hear any voicemails...not yet.
Instead, fashion distractions would have to do.
