The Panic of Fear (Book One of The Fearful Trilogy)

Chapter Thirty Two

After packing all my thing me and Jordan start heading to his home. There's an awkward silence in the car. I clear my throat. "Jordan." "Yeah?" He stops at a red light and looks at me. "Why did you kiss me earlier?" He looks away.
"If you could forget-" "What the hell Jordan?! You think you can just kiss me and then ask me to forget that?!" He rubs the back of his neck. I put my face in my hand.
He sighs. "Idoit. You ruined the best friendship you've had." He says to himself hitting the steering wheel with his palm. His brown hair is turned a shade of red by the light. He's grown out of his freckles in the few months that I've known him.
  His green eyes seem to be glowing in the darkness. "Jordan-" His head snaps around and he stares me down. "What?" He growls. "You wanna tell me how I fucked up our friendship?! Go ahead!"
  I place my hand on his chest. "Calm down." He looks at my hand then back  at me. "I understand if you don't wanna be my friend anymore." He finally says.
  I grin at him. "Why would I want that?" He looks at me in disbelief. "But-" "I don't care. I need a friend. No matter how awkward things get. I want to be your friend."
  He smiles at me. "Now if this light would change?" He looks at it hopefully. "I don't think it's gonna happen." I say to him. He smiles again. "Worth a try." The light finally changes and we make it to his house with no more red lights.
  "You think we hit that one light for a reason?" I ask him. "Nah. Just. Luck." He gets out and I follow him. He gets my suitcase out of the back of the car. "I'm surprised at how little stuff you have." He says.
  I smile embarrassed. "Yeah." He puts the arm that isn't dragging the suitcase on my shoulders. He opens the door for me and I smell a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen.
  "What is your mom cooking?" I ask. "My dad is cooking what smells like chicken noodle soup." He says. I blush. "Sorry. That was kinda sexist." "Nah. But don't ask if my mom is cooking around her. She kinda feels bad."
  "Hey! Who's letting my chicken noodle soup smell invade the neighborhood?" Yells Jordan's dad. We laugh and walk inside. "Come on Jordan. Do you want the entire block to come into our house again?" Says his dad walking out of the kitchen.
  I can't help but laugh. He wearing a pick frilly apron. "What? Are you laughing at my apron? It's laundry day!" He says. Jordan leans over and whispers in my ear. "He always says that."
  His dad goes back into the kitchen and I laugh. "So he makes excuses to wear that apron?" Jordan nods. "Come on." He leads me to a room. "This will be your room. Mine's on the left." He opens the door and I gasp.
  The bed is completely black. From pillows to sheets. There's about fifteen pillows. "I told them your favorite color was black." I turn and smile at him. "I. Love. IT!" I throw my arm around him.
  "Okay stop acting like a girl." I laugh because that's exactly how I was acting. "Want to taste my dad's chicken noodle soup?" I smile and nod.