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Jack Jack 👻 So um change of plans Pipes burst in my apt
Zoë Party canceled?
Jack Jack 👻 Nah just relocating I'll send new addy Erik told me he's already taken u to this place b4?
"THIS IS WHERE Jordan's been slumming it?" Dakota asked me, mouth slightly hanging open as we waited on Erik to buzz us into the apartment building. "No way he had to move out 'cause he couldn't pay rent anymore. This is like the shadiest part of the city— they can't charge more than three hundred per month for a place here!"
"It wasn't rent he couldn't pay, remember?" I told her, holding my neatly-wrapped white elephant gift in my frozen fingers. Texas had finally gotten cold. "Your dad said it was utilities."
"Oh." Dakota nodded, remembering. "Shit, I don't wanna move outta my dad's place . . . "
We were finally buzzed in and even small talk with Dakota about how expensive as fuck living in Austin could be wasn't helping how nervous I felt at the prospect of seeing Jordan again.
It had been a day— A DAY— since I last saw him, but I was freaking out anyways because I don't know. Honestly. I don't know.
I didn't even know if he was going to be in since Erik had told us that he'd already let all the people living in the apartment know that he was helping his friend throw a party. So maybe all the people living there had decided to crash the night somewhere else? They were nice people though, letting a friend of a friend take over their apartment on Christmas Eve.
But it was a shitty and cramped apartment and it came smelling like weed.
"I lit, like, five fucking Christmas-scented candles and it still smells like shit in here." Jack complained as he welcomed Dakota and me in.
"Christmas-scented?" I asked with a wavering smile as my eyes scanned all the people already crowding the living room.
I couldn't find Jordan and a part of me was relieved since this meant I could enjoy the rest of my night with new friends without my pussy throbbing because of him being around me.
The other part of me badly missed the feelings I got only when he was around.
Seeing the kitchen island that Jordan had eaten me out on now lined with used red and green solo cups and a bunch of different handles of alcohol didn't help my case. But a few shots of Fireball in, my mind slowly started letting go of Jordan and started allowing me to enjoy the party I was at.
