Beep. Beep. Beep. Sally's attention was drawn off of the TV screen less then two feet away from her, and onto the little blue non-flip phone to the left of her knee. "Jordan" was the name that was blinking on the screen. As soon as she saw the name, she immediately scooped up the phone from her lush pink carpet, pressing the Talk button automatically. "Jordan?" she asked into the phone, without wasting a breath. "Yes, yes. Good afternoon" he answered, a cheerful tone on his voice. She took that as the incentive that he wasn't dead. "Oh thank god" she sighed, relieved. "How was the flight?" she then asked, letting her previous worries vanish. "The food was good, the ride smooth" he answered nonchalantly. "Good. So, will when you get home?" she asked, getting up from her pretzel-styled position, and smoothing out her white knee-length skirt. "Well, I have to take Beau to Mario's and I'm not sure how long that will be. You're welcome to stop by though" he suggested. "Oh, no" Sally immediately rejected the proposal. "I mean, it's all the way in town, and I don't have a ride. Besides, I've got some… other stuff… to do" she added quickly, trying to make it seem liable. Jordan knew her too well, and his knowing chuckle reminded her of that. But, he said nothing, and went along with it. "Okay. Well, I'll see you tonight. Goodbye" he said jovially, and hung up before she had a chance to respond; that was Jordan for you. She had known him since she was a little second grader, almost ten years ago. He had been her second grade teacher, and she (and two others, Beau and Harry) also ended up with him for third grade, then fifth grade, and all of middle school. Even before eighth grade (their last year together), he had been more like family, then a teacher. School wasn't the only way they had known him though. Jordan's best friend, Mario, was Beau's uncle. And Mario was engaged to Rachel, a childhood friend of both Mario and Jordan. Since Beau and Harry were best friends, Harry knew Mario and Rachel well. And, since Harry and Sally were good friends also, she knew them also. In fact, she knew Mario and Rachel better then she knew Beau. But no one really knew Beau. "SALLY! JORDAN JUST CALLED!" she heard Tammy, her foster mother, yell upstairs. A smug smile crept onto her lips, and she called back, feigning unawareness,"So they're home and safe?" She knew Tammy had scoffed, as she called back "If you can call Sydney safe!" Sally smiled easily, knowing Tammy was just paranoid. Sydney was a great city to live in; not like they actually lived in the city-city part. Instead, they resided about twenty minutes out, in a little apartment with actual green grass around it. It was basically the last point of Sydney before it turned to a different town, a suburb. Letting her aimless thoughts wonder, she picked up the bowl of popcorn, her phone, and the small white pillow that had been on the floor where she had been sitting. She threw it all onto the bed, not necessarily caring about the kernels that she'd have to clean up later. Then she turned on the stereo, and blasted the techno music that she had grown to adore. After that, she snatched her book and went to the other side of the room to sit in the window seat and read peacefully. She was going to need as much relaxation time as she could get. After all, tonight was going to be a nightmare come true. Hey guys I'm back, better than before Sorry I haven't updated my other stories, but I decided to let them fade, so I can start with this new one Lots of names Sorry !!!
"So, are you excited to be back?" Jordan asked the teenager, his smile hidden by the black bandana that stretched like an upside down V, covering his nose, mouth, and a chin. His eyes were shining though, like they usually did while he laughed or smiled. The teen didn't turn from his gaze out the window of the car, as he answered. "Should I be?" was the question back; rarely did he answer straight out. "Perhaps. You haven't seen this place in five years" Jordan answered reasonably. To his mistake, he left no momentum in the question, and without that, Beau felt no need to say anything. He sighed, and continued the sure-to-be-failure conversation. "You haven't seen Mario for about a year now, correct? And, haven't met Rachel?" he prompted. Beau replied "Correct", his eyes scanning the sights of the Windy City. "When was the last time you saw Harry?" he asked, pressing on. "Four years ago" was the brisk reply. "And Sally?" he asked. Beau looked confused, and turned towards Jordan. "Who?" Jordan was partly speechless. But, under the intimidated blank stare of the teen, he recovered. "Sally. Your old classmate?" Beau glared at Jordan. "I know that one, but who's the one you're talking about now?" Jordan was definitely confused. "I am talking about that one". Beau's glare weakened, and he shrugged. "What's the significance of when I last saw her?" was the question he asked; the one he would of asked if he had known from the beginning which Sally it was. "…she's a good friend, is she not?" Jordan replied carefully. "She was annoying and clingy; it wasn't under my preference that she hung around Harry and I" Jordan ignored this, and smiled again. "So you missed Harry?" he asked, his voice teasing. Beau looked over to him again, his eyes narrowed. "It would be a damage to my pride if I answered that" was his terse reply. Jordan chuckled, and then patted the boy's shoulder affectionately. "It's good to see you're finally home, Beau. We all missed you" he said, meaning every word. Beau didn't say anything; there hadn't been momentum to answer off of. ----------------------------------- "MARIO!!!!" a woman yelled threateningly. A small squeal from the other side of the wall separating the kitchen and living room, was the only response. A woman with shoulder-length exotic burgundy colored hair came out of the kitchen, holding a pan; armed and ready to kill. A man, with short, thick black hair saw his fiancé- and the huge metal pan- and he quickly sprinted towards the hallway. She chased after him, holding the pan up high. The man, Mario, darted into a room, and quickly went to shut the door behind him. His fiancé was right behind him though, and she stuck her foot between the door and its closing point. With a quick shove, she flung the door open, and barged into the room. The man quickly retreated, his eyes on her carefully. The fear left his eyes after a few seconds, and he smiled crookedly. "Rachel…" he said easily. She looked at him, still angry, her eyes narrowed. She took a few steps closer to him, and he moved back step-for-step. Just as the back of his legs reached against the queen sized bed, he lunged at Rachel, quickly removing the pan from her hand, wrapping his arm around her waist. With one swift movement, he turned her around, and pushed both of them onto the bed. Straddling over the now breathless Rachel, he smiled beautifully. "Damn it, Mario" she mumbled, relaxing from her tense position. His eyes twinkled, as he leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead. "Did I do something to annoy you?" he asked innocently, in-between another light kiss. She groaned, and turned her head away. "I seriously could've gotten killed!" she exclaimed dramatically, purposely avoiding his eye-contact. He laughed heartily, "Oh please, Rachel. Would I really let anything happen to you?" he asked, knowing full-well that he wouldn't. She sighed, and slowly tilted her head back towards him. "No more aluminum foil in the microwave" she warned. He nodded reluctantly. "No more fooling around two weeks before our wedding" she warned again. His lips twitched, wanting to smile, but knowing he'd get hit if he did. She didn't want the serious atmosphere ruined. "And no more stupid, silly, crazy, out-of-control activities while your nephew is here" she warned lastly. He frowned then, seriously. "Oh, but Rach…the kid needs some lightning up. He's been living with Andy (Beau's older brother) for the past five years; do you really think he needs more serious?" Rachel took a moment to think about it, before sighing in defeat. "You're right" she admitted. He smiled goofily, and leaned down again to kiss the tip of her nose. "You hardly ever kiss me on the lips" she pointed out, a small smile gracing her features. He simply said, "I don't think I'd be able to pull away if I did" and then winked, before climbing off her and the bed. She took the hand he offered, and got up herself. She brushed the invisible dust off her black V-neck blouse, and black above-the-knee skirt. After that, she looked at Mario, her eyes flashing with danger. "Get that pan, and put it back in the kitchen. THEN clean up the mess, and take care of the microwave" she commanded, and then walked out of the room, clinking in her black two-inch heels. Mario didn't grab the pan just yet, but instead watched his fiancé walk down the hallway. He knew that right now she was smiling; she could never get angry with him. She just had to pretend. He laughed lightly as he grabbed the pan, and started heading towards the kitchen to complete her wishes. Tonight was going to be eventful; he knew better then to stress her out too much.
Jordan didn't bother to knock, but simply opened the door to Mario and Rachel's apartment. Well, actually, it was Rachels's, but Mario had basically moved in. He walked in as if he had been there more then a million times (which he had), and kicked off his shoes, placing the luggage down. Beau mimicked Jordan, but the luggage he had only consisted of a black book bag that was his carry on. Jordan nodded to Beau slightly, directing his head towards what was the kitchen. He followed Jordan, and saw a woman in all black come out, an apron tied around her waist. She smiled warmly, and embraced Jordan into a hug. "Mario said the plane ride was horrible. I'm sorry" she said sympathetically. Just then Mario walked out, a smirk on his face. Beau was slightly confused; the plane ride was actually very decent. Jordan had even admitted that to everyone he had talked to on the phone. Jordan rolled his eyes, and reached across to smack Mario. Mario ducked, chuckling as he did so. Rachel caught on quickly; she was used to Mario's childish behavior. "Ugh! Mario! They're plane ride was fine, wasn't it?" she exclaimed, not making it much of a question. Her fiancé grinned, and then brought Jordan in for a quick bear hug. "Good to see you, ol' buddy! Brought my nephew home, nice and safe, I hope?" he inquired, and then tilted his torso horizontally (keeping his feet planted), getting a glance behind the silver-haired man. (Jordan) "Wow! Beau! Look at you!" he exclaimed, clearly surprised. Beau stared at him blankly. Mario's smile grew wider, as he strolled over and crushed the boy with a hug. Rachel stood a few feet away, evaluating Beau. He was seventeen years young, but had the same look Andy gave off, the one that showed years of maturity beyond age. He had black hair (that was spiked up randomly, not even gelled) intense onyx eyes, and pale, flawless skin. He was tall, probably six foot, and lean with the perfect amount of toned muscle. He was wearing a fairly nice black button up collared shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and cuffed at the elbow. His denim jeans were new and clean, and the thought of them made Rin laugh inside. Harry always had grass stains on his, dirt caked on the bottoms, and frayed at the ends. Even Sally's were ripped, at the knee, the bottom, sometimes her thigh—depending on which pair she chose to wear. Mario stepped away from his nephew, who had yet to even say a word. "Uncle Mario"" he said curtly, nodding respectively. Mario was oblivious to the tension in the room, as he waved towards Rachel. "Beau, this is my fiancé Rachel. Rachel this is Beau" he introduced, a happy smile on his face. Rachel smiled politely, and offered her hand. Beau took it, and they shook it formally. "It's good to meet you, Beau" she said professionally. It wasn't like Rachel had no personality; it was just that she knew not to act like she knew him, before she actually did. Beau raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, but quickly put his expression on blank. "Likewise" he (surprisingly) responded. Rachel nodded appreciatively, and took a step back. From a few feet behind Beau, Jordan mentally awarded Rachel. She had already gained Beau's respect. She handled the situation perfectly, choosing her words wisely. She didn't gush over him, mention how similar he looked to Andy and didn't throw in the "finally" when she mentioned she was glad to meet him. She acted politely, but not over-warmly. She was smart, but it didn't surprise him. She knew his family very well, and had plenty experience around Jordan also; even he adopted some of his families traits. "So, what do you think of your home!" Mario asked, glancing around the apartment. Beau took a moment to study it. It was themed around the color gray, with hints of black and darker grays. The decorations were designer and high-class, simple and fancy at the same time. There was no color, but it gave off a homey-feel anyhow. All in all, it looked more like a bachelor's pad, then a late 20 year old woman's apartment. "It looks nice" was his brief reply, not rude, but not warm either. Mario smiled anyhow. "Of course it does! Well, what time is it now Jordan?" Mario asked, looking over to his best friend. "Promptly four o' clock" he answered immediately. Rachel rolled her eyes, and looked down at her watch as she said "Jordan, you didn't even look" She checked the time, and looked back at up a shrugging Jordan . "C'est cinq de l'après-midi (It's five o'clock in the afternoon)" she said pointedly. Jordan rolled his eyes. "You're speaking French again" Mario pointed out. Rachel looked over to him, and smiled nervously. "Sorry" she mumbled. Beau blinked, and asked "Etes-vous de la France? (Are you from France?)" Rachel was taken by surprise, but smiled lightly. She spoke back, "Non. J'étais né dans le Québec (No, I was born in Quebec, Canada)" Beau nodded, and asked "Quand avez-vous transféré aux Etats-Unis d'Amérique? (When did you move to America?)" "Quand j'étais dix. Comment avez-vous appris le français? (When I was ten. How did you learn French?)" she wondered. "Andy" he replied briskly. Obito sighed, with plenty exaggeration. "FINALLY! An English word!" Mario exclaimed. "Actually, Andy is a Greek name" Jordan pointed out. He received a glare in return; and when Mario glared, it was quite intense. Rachel stifled a laugh, as she turned to Beau. "Avez-vous des objections speaknig français? (Do you mind speaking French?)" she asked. He shook his head slightly, "Non". She smiled genially, and said "Je regarde foward aux plus amples conversations, Beau (I look foward to future conversations with you, Beau)". He nodded in agreement. With that, she looked over to Mario and Jordan. "I think I'll head over to Tammy's now" she told them. "Already?" Jordan questioned. "Yeah. I'm going to have to get ready there, since I plan on snatching a dress that Sally just bought" she replied, smiling. Mario nodded, and walked over to her. He kissed her on the cheek lightly, and told her "We'll do some male bonding time! Get Harry and James over! You go have fun with the girls" After that, he leaned over and grabbed the car keys. "We'll see you in an hour" he told her, putting them into her hand. She nodded, and waved offhandedly to Jordan and Beau. "Vous voir bientôt (See you soon)" she called out absentmindedly, leaving for the door. She had just about reached it, when Obito called out; "Uh, Rachel?" She turned towards him, waiting for him to say more. "The apron?" he prompted. She immediately looked down, and noticed that she had left the bright-red apron on. She smiled stupidly, and responded "Ah, oh well. It's Tammy's anyway" Then she left. Jordan and Mario shrugged, used to her weird behavior. Beau just skeptically overviewed Rachel's personality; and eventually, approved. "Well, let's call up Harry, shall we!" Mario suggested enthusiastically. Beau looked over to his uncle, and said "I'd rather unpack and rest some, if you don't mind" Mario looked a little upset, but recovered quickly. "Of course. I'm sure it was a long flight. Let's just get your stuff in your room" he said quickly, and he and Jordan grabbed the luggage. Obito introduced Beau to his new room; decorated in all dull grays, to his (un)surprise. He pointed out the drawers for his clothes, the closet, and a trunk-like thing to keep valuables in. After that, Jordan and he left, closing the door behind them. Jordan took a seat in the living room, while Mario fetched two beers. Returning with the Japanese styled alcohol, he took a seat across from Jordan and threw one of the beers over. Jordan caught it easily, and twisted the cap off. Mario did the same, and they both took a nice swig. "Still want to call Harry over?" Jordan asked Mario, who had a slightly troubled expression on his face. "I don't think so…" he answered slowly. "Something troubling you, Maruo?" Jordan asked, knowing full-well there was. He sighed, and didn't bother trying to hide it from his best friend. "He doesn't look excited at all" Obito said simply. Jordan blinked; "His a Ryan ( Beaus family name) Just because you're an oddball of the bunch, doesn't mean the rest of you're family is" Mario smiled lightly, rolling his eyes in agreement. "I know, but even about Harry and Sally, Isn't he at least curious?" Mario pointed out. Jordan hummed thoughtfully, before answering. "He partially admitted to missing Harry. I'm sure he's just nervous about tonight. He's a loner; he needs time alone to prepare. He's not one to go for attention, just like Andy and his father. Tonight's going to be stressful for him" Mario thought it through, and knew he was right. "I just wish he didn't have such a hard childhood. If he had grown up normally…. If I had been there when he was younger. If he hadn't left five years ago…" Mario regretted almost everything, but Jordan cut him off. "Leaving Sydney was purely his choice. He was younger, less mature. It was a decision he made when he was too young to understand what was going on with his life. He's grown up now, and he's back. It'll be different this time. He'll get used to us, and the place. Hell, he's already approved of Rachel" Thinking it over, Mario found only one flaw in Jordan's reasonable proposition. He didn't hesitate to bring it up. "And what if he's grown up too much?" Jordan's expression was clearly shown through his eyes, now downcast and thoughtful. "I don't know Mario; I really don't" he finally answered, more of a whisper. Mario only took another swig of his beer, trying to erase the unpleasant thoughts for now. After hearing the end of the conversation, Beau slowly walked back to his room. He had walked out to ask a question about where the bathroom was, and had heard them talking about himself. He had listened in, pressed against the hallway's wall. But as it had reared to the end, he went back to his room, replaying their conversation over and over again in his head. After a few moments though, he shut his thoughts down. He threw the rest of the luggage onto the floor, took his iPod from the book bag, and plopped down on the bed. He placed the music on shuffle, and immediately went into a thoughtless powernap, with the death metal pounding through his ears. Cause the sad truth was, hearing another person screaming in more pain then you were in, was one of the only ways to find comfort. Beau didn't spend any time dwelling on the selfishness.
His back... This was SOOO LONG! I read through it, but I recommend to cut it short..Like 5-7 paragraphs shorter. It's fine this way though! It's good!
I think it's fine that you wrote a lot… I love it!! And go French! I knew what all of that said without the translation
"Darlings, I'm home!" Rachel yelled loudly, opening the door and stepping into Tammy and Sally's house. Immediately, she felt engulfed in the comfy atmosphere she loved to be surrounded by. The house was two stories, and fairly old. But Tammy had just gotten it fixed up, so the look was more enchanting now. Her decorations were colorful and simple, lighting up the house warmly. As usual, Sally's techno music could be heard from all the way downstairs, and it accented onto the non-city feel that Rachel enjoyed. She loved her apartment and her dull colors, but coming here was like seeing family; Tammy was like a mother, and Sally like a sister. Tammy had always been rich; her powerful entrepreneurship skills had gotten her far in life. Her lingerie corporation was quickly outdoing Victoria's Secrets. Sydney was where the main headquarters was, so Tammy had to reside nearby. But she had hated the city, and also wanted a regular life amidst her passionate business work. Therefore, she found a house on the outskirts of the city, and adopted Sally when she was the brunett-haired girl was three. Rachel made her way past the living room and staircase, and into the dining room area. Tammy sat there, talking on the phone with someone. "No, James. Look, NO...Do not make me repeat myself. JAMES!! NO!" Apparently, the man was being stubbornly annoying. Rachel smiled amiably, before retreating back and heading up the stairs. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she made the sharp left since it was a dead end, and followed the U-turn that led her down a hallway. The third door was where the loud music was blasting from. Rachel grinned as she walked down the hallway, and then knocked on the door loudly. "Come in" came a distracted yell. Rachel opened the door, and walked into the room. It was a colorful room, creative and cute. The carpet was thick and hot pink, with books and clothes scattered around it. The bed was a simple double, with only two mattresses on the floor instead of a headboard. The comforter was a bright green with pink, purple, light blue and yellow swirls. The walls were the colors of the comforter, except for pink and green. The white trim made it tidy and neat. The walls were covered in posters, in great variety. One part of the wall had about five mini-posters of different medical science's (which she was majoring in for high school, and planning on continuing it for college in two years), and a large corkboard that had tons of essays, worksheets, and other important diagrams pinned to it. On the other wall, a pin-up of a valley she had drawn with water colors. All in all, the room simply screamed Sally. "You can turn the music down" Sally yelled gently. Rachel nodded, and walked over to the bureau. From there, she carefully dialed down the music. "What are you reading?" Rachel asked, joining Sally at the window seat. "Ah, Hungergames series" Sally answered. Rachel nodded, "May I borrow when you're done?" she asked "I actually just finished. I started around two, so…" Sally explained, handing over the thick novel. Rachel sighed, laughing lightly. "You always read too fast, Sally. I'm sure you have a headache right now?" she prompted. Sally smiled sheepishly, as she got up from her seat. She readjusted the dark green top she wore, and stretched dramatically. "Perhaps" she answered, laughing a little. "Alright. Go take some medicine, and I'll go call to check our reservations. When I get back up, we're doing some closet raiding" Rachel told her boldly, and then dismissed to go back downstairs. Sally forced out a small smile, and watched as Rachel left her room. After that, she went to her desk and grabbed a few pills that were in a designated area. She took a gulp of water from her Dasani, and sighed dramatically. Of course, the first time she was going to see her childhood crush (who was sure to have a bad impression on her) was going to be when they went to one of the most expensive restaurants in Sydney. Sarcastic excitement was vibrating off of her bones.
"Come on faggot! Let's go!" a young blonde male yelled, excitement and anxiety dripping off every word. "Stop calling me that, Harry!" a man with long, thin white-ish hair called out, burning fury in his eyes. Harry rolled his eyes, "James just doesn't roll of the tongue! Now let's go. We're already late!" he whined, practically at the point of dragging James out of the car himself. "All right, all right" James finally gave in, and got out of the driver's seat lazily. He was wearing a fancy red man's button up collared shirt, with dark gray pants to go along. His long hair was thrown back into a half pony tail. Harry was in a bright blur shirt, same as James's, with sharp black pants. He was excited beyond belief, and the huge smile on his face clearly showed so. Now that James was ready (to Harrys relief), the two headed up to the porch of Tammy's house. Even before they reached the door, Sally bursted out of the house. She quickly ran up and hugged her best friend. "Oh my gosh! It's been so long! AH!" she squealed, crushing his back. Harry wasn't one to mind, as he was squeezing just as hard. James laughed, rolling his eyes. "Oh come on young ones, it's only been a month" he chided jokingly. Sally death glared him, but then laughed. "James, just go say hi to Tammy. I know you missed her" she said teasingly. He looked at her skeptically, but then went inside. Sally turned back towards Harry, smiling. Harry took a second to look her over; a basic, modest light pink dress, but she sparkled in it anyhow. "You look beautiful, Sally" he told her, his grin unwavering. Sally laughed good-heartily, and replied "Thanks. And look at you. I don't think I've seen you dressed up this nice since the Sophomore Dance" He chuckled and nodded in agreement. "So how was Queensland?" she asked him, curiously. He and James (his adopted father) had gone to the city, and Harry was invited (and excused from school) to attend a motivational speaking, political science, and leadership seminar that lasted three weeks. James naturally went with him, since he could work at the company location in Queensland (he was in partnership with Tammy, actually). Harry got back yesterday, after the week of sight seeing he was permitted to have. "It was great! The city's amazing. Nothing like here though" he replied, looking around happily. "And the seminar?" she asked, as the two walked onto the porch, and took a seat on the rocking chairs, herself still barefoot. "I'm one step closer to becoming the Mayor" he answered nonchalantly. Sally smiled approvingly. Harry didn't like school very much, but he had one dream; to become the next Mayor of Sydney If something had to do with completing that goal, he was one-hundred percent for it. (btw Australia doesn't have mayors I just added it in ) "So you had fun?" she said more then asked. He nodded enthusiastically, and brought up "Yes, and… I met a girl" Sally's jaw dropped. "WHO!" she squealed, after overcoming her speechlessness. He smiled widely, as he responded "Her name is Helen" Sally pulled her legs in, sitting on them sideways, as she looked at him questioningly; the name sounded so familiar. "Mathews" he said candidly. Her eyes grew wide. "THE Helen Mathews!" Sally breathed. Harry winked; "She's really cool. You have to meet her. She's actually coming to Sydney for the summer! I'm so excited" he informed her. Sally couldn't help but smile. Helen Mathews was famous for her life's story. She was born into the rich Mathews family, and was supposed to take over her dad's company. But she was too shy when she was little; not meant for that sort of job. So, she left home at the age of fifteen, and lived with her two year old cousin, Andrew. In the end, she became a seventeen year old legend… as a super model. She didn't do bathing suits (or, ironically, lingerie), but instead Teen clothing, perfumes, commercials, etc. Surprisingly enough, Andrew ended up being the one who started working with the company. He's expected to become a great entrepreneur in the health Market. "I'm happy for you, Harry" she said, meaning every word. He never got to make any type of response, as a black Ferrari pulled into the driveway next to James's Mercedes. Harry immediately hopped up, an anxious look spread across his face. Sally slowly untucked her legs, and got out of the chair. She joined Harry's side, standing on his right hesitantly. Sorry their are so many names
"Harry's seminar must have gone well, if he's smiling so happily" Mario concluded, seeing him socialize with Sally on the porch. Jordan chuckled, "Yes. James even mentioned that he's dating Helen" he told Mario. Beau choked on his saliva. As Mario pulled into the driveway, he turned to the backseat to look at his nephew. "Surprise you?" he inquired, a smirk on his lips. Jordan got out of the car happily, eager to see Harry, and also Sally (who he hadn't seen in two weeks, since he was with Andy and Beau). He, also like Mario, was wearing a the fancy black shirt and pants. "Jordan! Yo!" Harry yelled enthusiastically, running over to him. Jordan grinned and patted Harry on the head, ruffling his already unruly hair. "Happy to be home?" he asked. "Of course. But where's the emo kid?" Harry replied quickly. "Patience is a virtue, Harry" Jordan sighed. "Yeah, of course" he mumbled, clearly not even listening to his old teacher, and ran over to the car. Jordan turned to Sally, and smiled lightly. "How are ya, little girl?" he asked, meeting her halfway for an embrace. "Ah, I'm good. Headache…nervous" she mumbled, as she took a step back. "Don't be" he told her, like it was all "pish-posh". She frowned slightly, wiggling her toes. "Easier said then done. He probably hates me" she whispered. Jordan chuckled, and said sweetly "You're five years older, and more mature. In more ways then one. Don't be so quick to think" "AH! EMO KID! LOOK AT YOU!" Harry screamed. Jordan and Sally looked over to the car, with Mario strolling towards them. (Emo kid is Beau, because well he looks emo cause his long hair) Here lol short review