(A/N): I couldn't quite get the wording down for ages, but this has been in my head since we saw Jack moving into his house with his dad. Mainly because I can definitely see this being real. Also look, the sofa got a mention! Still don't own anything.
Moving Boxes
"What the…?" Conor Hodgson trailed off as he opened a moving box that had been placed haphazardly in the living room by the movers. He knew it wasn't his as it was Jack's writing on the side, simply saying 'N Stuff'. He wasn't entirely sure what the N was for but assumed it was something his son would understand. So he'd opened the box in an attempt to help put some things away, only to be greeted by a rather full box, a couple of very feminine looking blouses much too small for Jack and a pink, flowery wash bag sat on top. Furrowing his brow, Conor moved the wash bag out of the box onto the nearby sofa and glanced beneath the blouses, finding some more feminine clothing as well as a few dvds, a pair of boots again in a size too small for Jack, randomly thrown hair bobbles, a hairbrush and a lilac coloured mug. "Jack?" He called out, still frowning in confusion at the box before him. He'd have thought the movers had brought him a box from a different house move if it hadn't been so very obviously his son's writing on the side of said box.
Jack poked his head into the living room with a frown. "What's up da?" He asked, carrying another box that said 'J bedroom' on the side in his scrawling hand.
Conor gestured to the box. "What's with all the girl stuff?"
Jack's frown deepened as he entered the room, setting down his box. "What girl stuff?" He approached his dad and peered down into the box, his expression clearing with recognition of the items. "Oh, right. I thought you meant like a random girl, da." He grinned, reaching back to pick up the wash bag from the sofa carefully.
"Jack?"
Jack shrugged, placing the bag back in the box with surprising care. "I'll leave it in a corner of my room, so it won't be in your way."
"That still doesn't explain who's this is." Conor picked up one of the blouses and shook it out to illustrate its size. "It can't exactly be yours now can it son?"
Jack grinned, taking the shirt from his dad and refolding it. "I don't know; I think this colour suits me."
"Jack."
"Da." Jack sighed, finally giving in. "Fine, this stuff is Nikki's, alright? She leaves some of her stuff at mine and I leave some of my stuff at hers. Comes in useful for hospital stays or late night movies." He motioned to the wash bag. "That's full of her makeup, but don't ask me what half of them are because I haven't a clue. That stuff is expensive though; she dragged me round the shops once whilst she bought some. There's another wash bag somewhere with her actual wash stuff in there."
Conor stared at his son with wide eyes. Whatever explanation he'd been expecting, that certainly wasn't it. "What happens when you have a lady friend over?"
Jack shrugged unconcernedly, replacing Nikki's blouse in the box. "I don't know; none of them have even seemed to notice so far."
"How long have you had Nikki's things with you?"
"I dunno, since about a year or so after I started working with her? We fell asleep on the sofa watching a movie. Nikki complained about how big my clothes were on her, so we agreed to swap a few items just in case. It's come in handy over the years." Jack shrugged again. "That reminds me; I need to text her and see if she's still got my blue shirt."
Conor watched his son leave the room with the box of Nikki's things, shaking his head in disbelief at everything that had just happened. How could his son be so blind? Nikki was all Jack ever talked about and now he had half her belongings taking up his wardrobe? Honestly, Conor felt like knocking their heads together. "They're like a married couple, I swear." He muttered to himself, crossing the room to another box. He could only hope they got their acts together sooner rather than later. He shook his head again. All he could do was watch and wait, and maybe give them a little nudge should the opportunity arise. They'd get there eventually, right?