~• Wills POV •~
I wanted to call him, but hearing his voice made me want to break down and cry. I can't blame him for what he did. His family had always been the same way. Drink after, drink after, drink. I did everything I could to stop him. But when he's drunk, he's like talking to a brick wall.
*vvvv* *vvvv*
My phone lit up. It was Jordan calling. I cleared my throat.
"Hey Jordan"
"Will, I want to make things right. Like how they used to be."
"Me too, but I don't know if I can trust you."
"Can we meet? This Saturday at my house?"
"What if I came tomorrow? I don't want to wait to see you."
"That's perfect. Ok, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye Jordan."
I hung up the phone, my heart racing. "oh my god, did I just make plans to see Jordan??" It had been 3 months since we saw or talked to each other.
I guess I should start packing.
