Right Place, Right Time {Michael Clifford}

12. This is What Friends Are For

-Cylan-

It's been an entire week since the label ditched us, leaving us stranded once again in the music industry. We've all moved on, working our asses off to get into another label meeting with some other record company. Michael has tried his all to make sure I'm always happy and it's the cutest thing ever. He even bought Coachella tickets for the two of us this weekend. He said he wanted us to "vibe" off music together.

My hands glide along the fabrics in my closet, trying to find something to wear to get food. Not like I give a shit how I look, I just like looking through my small range of clothing. My eyes fall upon the outfit I wore the night Jorden took me to go see If I Stay on the beach, and when I simultaneously crushed his dreams of being with me. I feel myself missing his bubbly, awkward personality whenever we would hang out. Damn boys.

I jog downstairs into the restaurant to go and pick up some pizza with Lainey. She is slowly trailing behind me, because she is too busy texting this guy she met at the gym. She claims that he is so sweet and works so hard. He must be pretty fit for Lainey to be drooling this much over him. "C'mon, you are going fall over your own two feet if you don't pay attention." I call over my shoulder, as we walk out of the front doors and towards the Betty van.

"Aye, Jordan is an awesome trainer so I'm trying to get a special session if you get my drift." She winks. My eyes widen as she mentions the name Jorden. The one I know is always at the gym. Holy shit, I hope not. I mean I don't like him and Lainey is one of my best friends but I wouldn't want her to play him as another piece in her game. She'll talk to him, lead him on and then suddenly turn the tables and make it seem like the guy is the douchebag and that's why they stopped talking. When in reality, it's her.

I glance over at her as she sends this guy another snapchat. "Uh, what does this hottie look like?" I tease, trying to see if it's him. As soon as I ask, this guy sends her a snapchat. She quickly slides it open and next thing I know, some random guy's face pops up on her screen. "Wow he's hot." I blurt out, my mouth slightly ajar.

"Tell me about it Cy! I hope he isn't some jerk, leading me on." She sighs, rolling her blue eyes.

I climb into the driver's seat and pull off onto the street and head off towards the pizza place. My mind is clouded with thoughts of Michael and Jorden. I really like Mikey and Jorden is a friend who I've ruined my friendship with. I need to fix it.

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I somehow manage to make it up the several flights of stairs (without bursting a lung) to Jorden's dorm room, while balancing a box of pizza. "His ass better appreciate this." I mutter to myself as I step up the final step. Lainey decided not to come with me, so she said that either he could drive me home or she could swing by and pick me up.

I rap my knuckles against his dorm door and quietly wait for the door to swing open. Watch him not be here, I'll die and roll myself back down these stairs. A few seconds later, the door slowly swings open to reveal a sleepy guy. "Who are you?" He slurs, rubbing his eyes. This must be his pothead roommate. Jord said all he does is sleep, he never studies.

"I'm Cylan, do you happen to know if Jorden Whitt is here?" I sheepishly ask.

The dark haired roommate slowly nods and stumbles back into their room and speaks to someone. Moments later, Jorden appears, closing the door behind him as he steps out into the hall with me. "What are you doing here? Did Michael piss you off again so you came running here?" He spit, hurt still clear in his eyes.

"I just miss you. I miss my best friend who came to Chilled Riot every weekend to watch me perform. And no, Michael is still around and not pissing me off. I miss our friendship." I sigh. My purse starts to slide off my shoulder and as a reflex, we both rush to put it back in place. Jord's face turns blood red and quickly puts his hand back down by his side. "Also," I put the pizza box up in the air. "I brought your all-time-favorite pizza. Pineapple and ham at your service." I smile, raising my eyebrows.