Jordan
I'VE TRIED THE SONG IN A different key. I've rearranged the notes. Adjusted the rhyme on the lyrics. I've done everything I can think of, but it's still not working. My fingers fly over the piano keys, reverting to Chopin like I always do when I'm stuck. Something about the technical demand of his pieces forces my mind to work and maneuver around musical problems until I find the solution.
"Stuck, huh?" Marlon asks from the doorway.
"Nothing Chopin can't handle." I gesture toward the floor cushions scattered around my music room. "Pull up a chair."
"So we working on my song today or what?" Marlon leans back, folding his hands behind his head.
"I'm kind of lodged in this song." I pick out a medley using only the black keys. "Tomorrow?"
"Nah. I got shows. Leaving tomorrow." Marlon grabs another cushion, sliding it behind his back against the wall. "Can you do next week at Wood?"
"Yeah, that works."
"So what you working on?"
"My album actually." I abandon the keys, turning on the piano bench to fully face him.
"Nice to see you writing again."
"Yeah. Feels good."
I can't catch the grin that sneaks onto my face. I'm so fucking happy. Having Dallas in my house, in my bed, in my life, makes me the happiest I've ever been. I've always been able to talk to Marlon about most things, but this not so much. He still doesn't trust her, and if he starts talking shit about her again, it will shove a wedge between us. Nothing has ever separated Marlon and me. It feels weird to know a girl could come between us, but Dallas isn't just some girl. She is the girl. There was no "the" before her. And I don't think there will be another.
"Please tell me that goofy grin is not because you're writing songs about your girlfriend."
"Matter of fact, I am."
"I think my dick just shrank on your behalf."
"Don't blame me for your tiny dick. From what I hear, it's always been underwhelming."
He grips his junk through his jeans. "Nobody's ever been underwhelmed by this dick."
We share a grin because that's probably true.
"I'm gonna take your word on that," I say.
"So am I." Bristol strides into the room, eyes glued to her phone.
"Oh, you could find out for yourself, Bristol." Marlon jumps to his feet, reaching for my sister, but she sidesteps, never raising her eyes from her phone. "And I promise you wouldn't be underwhelmed."
"Save it, Grip." She finally looks up, zeroing in on me with a frown. "We got trouble."
I'm never getting this song done.
"What kind of trouble?"
"Your new girlfriend kind of trouble." She rolls her eyes. "That girl is a thorn in my side already."
"I'm actually starting to like her." Marlon gives me a wink and flops back onto a floor cushion.
About damn time.
"Maybe I'd like her too," Bristol says, "If she weren't cheating on my brother."
"Cheating?" I try to hold my face together when my heart is screeching inside my chest. The word "cheat" anywhere near my girl makes my blood run cold. "What the fuck are you talking about, Bris? Talk fast."
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Beautiful Chaos/A Jordan Knight FanFic/ Book One in the Beautiful series. ✔️
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