Chapter Thirty Three: Jessica's P.O.V.

Monday came and went and Dave and I found ourselves on a flight to Washington D.C. that night after RAW.

"I'm so happy I get some time off," Dave sighed about fifteen minutes into the flight. "I just wish it was vacation time instead of suspension."

"Yeah," I said, quietly, my mind on other things. Like Adam. I hadn't talked to or even seen him since the last house show. I couldn't help but worry about how much I had hurt him.

"Jess, he deserved it. Stop tearing yourself up over it," Dave said, practically reading my mind.

"I can't help it, Dave. He was my best friend for nearly two years. We did everything together."

"He's almost made you cry twice and that's just in the past week. What kind of friend is that?"

"I know. You're right. I just hate doing this to people."

"And do you know why? Because you're so kind-hearted, but sometimes you just have to tell people how you're feeling. Now, you look tired. How about you get some rest?"

I nodded and leaned my head against his shoulder and drifted off to sleep.

"Jess, babe, wake up. We're here," Dave said, lightly shaking my shoulder.

"Hmmm?" was my response.

"We've landed. You got to get up," he told me as he stretched his long legs. "You can go back to sleep as soon as we get home."

Dave grabbed our carry-on luggage from the overhead compartment as we walked off the plane. After gathering our other bags and suitcases, we caught a cab to Dave's house.

It was a big two story house with a four car garage. "Nice place," I yawned.

"Yeah it is. But it gets kind of lonely being in this big house by myself."

"That's why I never go home," I told him as we walked inside.

"Really? Never?"

"Very seldom. There's no sense in me going home. I have no one to visit."

I spotted a smile playing on Dave's lips.

"What?" I asked him.

"I want to go to your house sometime during the next three weeks," he told me.

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Well, it's only fair, isn't it? I mean, I've brought you to my house."

"So you think I should return the favor."

"Please Jess," he pleaded.

"Fine but don't expect anything fancy like you have here. I'm not saying that I live in some tiny shack but it's just not quite as big as yours."

"I don't care and you know it."

"I know," I said, yawning.

"Sorry, I've been keeping you up. Let me show you to your room." Dave led me upstairs and down a hallway before stopping in front of a door. "This is it. There's a bathroom inside. You can use the closet, dresser, anything you want in order to make yourself at home."

"Alright. Thanks, Dave," I said, reaching up and kissing his cheek.

"It's my pleasure, Jess. My room is just down the hall if you need anything."

"I'm pretty sure I can handle going to sleep."

"I figured you could. Well, goodnight, Jess."

"Goodnight, Dave," I replied as he walked back down the hall and disappeared into his room.