Imagine

I'll See You Then

   Ignoring Jordan seemed like the easiest solution. Thinking that to myself seemed oddly familiar. How many times had I tried to ignore the problems I've faced? And how many times did that end any way other than poorly for me? These questions were too hard to answer, so I settled on not trying to answer them. Seemed like an easy enough solution and checked off one item on my ever growing list of problems.

   Jordan liked me, and I might have liked Jordan. Where did that leave me?

   Feelings for Adriana? Platonic, mostly.

Feelings for Ariana? Very romantically interested.

  Ariana's interest for me? Only sexual.

  My feelings for Jordan? That one was still beyond me.

   I didn't feel comfortable telling Adriana just yet because I knew it would end up getting back to Ariana somehow, even if she just happened to overhear. I knew Jordan wouldn't say anything, and I wasn't going to say anything. For now, our little secret was safe.

   What was it with girls and kissing me in my driveway? Maybe I needed to start having them drop me off a block away.

As eager as I was to solve this problem, I knew blaming my stupid driveway wasn't the fix-all I hoped it could be. These issues were things I'd actually have to work through on my own... or I could convince my mom to move us somewhere else.

Instead of dismissing my problems, seeing as it continuously got me nowhere, I decided to face this one head-on. I needed a break from the drama of my life first though.

After a nice relaxing day to myself, forgetting the existence of my phone and the internet entirely, I had finally been able to recharge.

   I worked up the nerve to message Jordan on social media and ask for her number then proceeded to almost pee my pants when she actually answered my call.

   "Hello?"

   "Hey, it's Y/n."

   "Yeah I figured. It was either you or somebody trying to reach me about my car's extended warranty."

   That got a chuckle out of me and made me realize that I definitely did have some sort of feelings for her. It was a moment of clarity where everything had just clicked. I hated calling people, and here she was making it an enjoyable experience before we even said anything past hello. She was so easy to just be around; the two of us just made sense.

"So, why'd you call?" She sounded worried, and I knew it was about the kiss.

"I've thinking a lot about the other day. It was nice spending time with you, just us two, and I was wondering if you wanted to maybe do it again some time?" I rolled my eyes at myself, annoyed at how it had come out. I sounded so far from confident, and her delayed response was enough proof of that.

"I'd love to," she whispered.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"You just don't sound so sure, so I was just checking."

"Idiot, yes. I'd like to hang out with you."

"Sounds good, sounds good."

We sat in silence for a moment. "So are you going to invite me somewhere, or is sitting on the phone not saying anything us hanging out?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Just let me know when you're free."

"I'm free this weekend."

"Oh I didn't mean like right now. No, but that works! I'll see you then. Uhh, bye."

"Are you going to tell me what we're going to do and where we're meeting?" She chuckled.

"Oh, right."

I was getting so nervous and excited just talking to her, which only confused me more. Why didn't I feel like this around her before?

"I'll text you with the plans."

"Alright."

"I'll see you then... Again." I smiled and realized she couldn't see me. "Uh, bye!"

"I look forward to it. Bye," she laughed at me again.

I quickly hung up the phone and laid spread out across my bed.

   What was I getting myself into?