I Really ***ed It Up This Time, Didn't I, My Dear?

~Jillian's POV~

The big black bus pulled up The small peach home where I have lived for my whole life. Saying goodbye was bittersweet. Everyone was going home and the tour was over, that was the sad part. But going home, sleeping in your own bed and seeing friends that you haven't seen in months, That's the part everyone loves. "Please,come back next tour" Austin said as Alan and I walked of the bus to enter my home

"Obviously, I will. See you later, Carlile" I said as I exited
We pulled our things along the thin path that led up to the front door. We stopped and turn to watch the bus that was our home for the past 3 months drive away. I picked up the small pot that sat right next to the door and grabbed the spare key. As soon as I unlocked the door, the smell of the hazelnut creamer Mother used to use and Father's cologne flooded my nose. It was very relaxing

"You live here alone?" Alan asked in awe
I nodded and smiled
"Do you want to see your room?" I asked
He nodded and smiled sweetly
I led him upstairs to the hallway which held memories, good and bad.
I opened the door and revealed the guest bedroom
"Is this alright?" I asked
He nodded and smiled widely
"Thank you so much, what can I do to repay you?" He asked me
I shook my head
"Nothing, It's alright Alan. I'm going to go unpack.If you need me, my room is the last door on the right." I said
He nodded and started to unpack

When I walked into my room, I smiled and thought of old memories. I decided to unpack.
It took me about an hour or so later, everything was unpacked and I was sitting on my bed looking at all the pictures from tour when Alan came in
"Hey, do you want to go get some pizza?" He asked
I nodded my head