One More Night/ A Jordan Knight Fanfic✔️

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Fifty-Five

Jordan is a steady stream in my thoughts as I concentrate on the deserted road ahead of me. Donnie dips his way in and out. A Jordan's song crashes into my thoughts as I drive. It's one of my old favorites, a song off his first album. I don't belt out the words like I always do. Instead, I listen to the emotion in Jordan's voice.

His songs are one of the few places where I can see him stripped raw. He allowed me to see that side of him, but he took it away as quickly as he gave it. That's my one biggest regret in this whole thing—that we didn't get more time together, that we only shared a few days that showed me everything we could've had.

I pull into my parents' driveway a little before dinnertime after five long hours in the car. I sit in the car for a second and let the memories of the last time I was in this driveway wash over me.

Jordan showed up and I sat in the car with him for five hours as we returned to Vegas. Thinking back, that was basically the fuse that lit the rest of the fireworks that ensued.

As soon as my mom pulls me into a hug, the waterworks start. I can't help it. Mom's comforting arms always make me emotional, and after the hell I've been through over the past week, I needed her love. I'm at my breaking point, and time away seems like the only thing that will heal the open wounds.

"What's wrong?" she asks, her voice soothing. "Is it the boy?" I draw in a shaky breath and pull out of her hug. I nod, swiping away the tears. "Are you ready to talk about him yet?"

I think I should at this point. I didn't come all this way to shut myself in my childhood bedroom.

She ushers me in. My dad's head pops around the corner. He sees the tears, gives me a hello hug, and makes himself scarce. After years of raising two daughters, he'll be the first to admit that tears are mom's department in this house.

We plop onto the couch and I tell her everything. Well...almost everything. I tell her how I thought I was in love with one man but started dating someone else before I was ready, fell in love with him as well, then found out they were best friends. I tell her about my trip to Los Angeles with Jordan and the emergency trip to Boston we made. I don't give too many details, but I do mention how one of them is a celebrity, and she freaks out on me.

"Which one? The original one or the one you met after him?" She's squealing, and it's only now I remember why I tend to keep my personal life private. "Who is it? Who? Who?"

I roll my eyes. "You're losing sight of the point."

Her eyes are all alight with excitement, and I realize this is exactly where I learned my habits of reading gossip magazines and watching entertainment news programs.

"You're right. I'm sorry."

I can see in her eyes she's itching to know, and I'm frankly shocked my sister hasn't already told her.

"Rachel didn't mention any of this to you?" I ask.

Her eyes widen. "Rachel knows? That little brat!"

I roll my eyes. As annoying as this entire conversation is, it still feels good to be talking to my mom and getting some of the pain off my chest.

"Again, missing the point."

"Right. Sorry." She nods and salutes me.

"Anyway, it turns out Donnie was just using me to get back at his best friend. They're competitive when it comes to women, and I guess Jordan told him he had feelings for me."

"Donnie...Donnie Klang?" she asks hopefully, naming a famous rock star.

I roll my eyes. "No."