A Fine Line

In town.

*Above is Jordan Wilders' brother, Ian Wilder.*

"Okay so where the hell am I even going? We've been in this car for like 10 minutes and you haven't even directed me to where to take you. Are you even okay?" Cecelia angrily questions.

I'm trying to pretend to be sleep, but I know I won't be able to keep the façade up for much longer.

"Yeah I'm sorry... here I'll give you the address to put in your phone." I state looking down at my phone.

"Thank you."

I hand her the address and she types it into her phone. We drive the whole way to my apartment discussing the best male actors and female actresses. At times getting loud because she believes an actor or actress is great while I believe they're a piece of shit. She parks the car outside the apartments and I say my thanks and begin to open the door. She nods and opens her door.

"What are you doing?" I ask with a twisted look of confusion on my face.

"I'm going inside with you?"

"Oh no you don't."

"Why not?

"Because I don't want you in my apartment. Snooping or some fucked up shit. No. You can get your ass in that car and go home."

"What if I don't want to go home? I don't have to."

"Okay? I don't give a fuck. Stay outside my shit all day. Doesn't hurt me a bit." I snarl at her and she slightly flinches at every curse word I emphasize. Even though she likes to act like she's hard, and not phased by harsh words, I can tell things cut right through her like a knife. I feel like I've known her forever. It's so fucking weird.

"You're such a dick."

"Suck me then." I smirk at her and hold up my middle finger. I see her turn her face up in disgust as I open the door and put my foot in the way to block the door from closing. I turn around and open the door all the way so that I can get into the ratty ass apartment building.

The man at the desk is hesitant about saying something to me. I stare at him dryly, and I guess he decides against it. I head to the elevator and I get a call on my phone. It's Ian My little brother. He's 18, and not so little at 6"4. So... My brother I guess. Whatever.

"The fuck you want Ian. You little shit, I miss you." I boom playfully through the speaker.

"What a nice greeting big brother! I miss you too! How have things been with you?"

The reminence of his question holts my being as I realize twisted situation that I'm in. I'm silent for many moments before answering his simple question.

"Joda Pop you there bud?"

"Ye-yeah. Sorry Ian. Zoned out." His words are familiar and welcoming as he calls me the nick name he made for me when we were younger. I could use some familiarity right now. His British accent is barely noticeable after years of hearing it. His mother moved back to Europe shortly after getting pregnant with him. And he visited many times a year. When they moved back, dad got married to his mom. He was 10 then. I was 12.

"Why ya calling?" I question.

"Cuz I'm in your city ass head."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! I came up here to visit Jenna for a little while before I pack up for UM. I don't know how Jenna and I are going to work out this long distance shit. But she has hope in it, so... So do I. But anyways, I wanted to come up to your place and visit you if that's chill with you..."

"Yeah! Where are you now?"

"I'm just up the street... I was hoping you'd say yes and I could come over and see you, so I decided to head your way despite your answer."

"Alright well it's pretty clean in there so I don't have to do much. Go ahead and come over." I role my eyes at the thought of having company right now, but I'd fucking hate to be alone with my feelings.