Maybe

05: Sleep Ins and Strange Revelations

[[ A/N: So as you may or may not have noticed, Logan Lerman has replaced Andrew Cooper as Jordan. I'm updating firstly because I love you, and secondly because I'M ANNOYED AT SOME OF YOU. Okay, not really. But I am a little ticked off that some people have decided to add Maybe to their reading lists - yes, I can see that - but don't follow me, or vote, or comment! GUYS. I would actually appreciate some feedback, or I might take a wrong turn and actually kill Tori or some other dearly loved character off. Please, please, please, COMMENT! VOTE! And FOLLOW me! I'm sorry aha. I'd also like to say that I'm a main character in a play we're doing for Drama at school and so I pretty much have to memorise the entire script, meaning that 1) I will from time to time quote Shakespeare and 2) will not be writing as much in the lead up to the play. Anyway, enjoy both this chapter and the fabulous Marie Nasemann in your sidebar! VOTE. COMMENT. FOLLOW. I'm just kidding. You don't have to. HAHAHAHAHAHA. ]]

Tori POV

"Hot date last night?" A male voice breaks me out of my peaceful sleep, making me roll off my bed, swaddled in blankets. His laughter irritates me enough to open my eyes, but my irritation is short lived as I recognise who stands in front of me. 

"Jordan! What the hell are you doing here so early?" It must be nine in the morning or something - but the light that's shining through my window is too bright for the morning sun. "I slept through the day, didn't I?" I groan, slumping back onto the floor.

"Yep," he says, grinning. "Since when do you sleep in your underwear?"

I look down underneath the blankets and start blushing as I realise that he's right, I am just in my bra and underwear. It was hotter than usual last night. "Get out, you pervert!" I say, yanking a pillow off the bed and throwing it at him.

"Chill, Tori, I've seen you completely naked before," he says, laughing.

"When we were fourteen," I yell. "Mum!"

"Your parents left five minutes ago."

"What've you been doing for the past five minutes?"

"Watching you sleep," he says, shrugging. I smile at him, remembering when I would sleep over at his house and he would just sit there for hours waiting for me to wake up. "You drool, you know that?"

I scowl and throw another pillow. "And just when I was about to tell you I've missed you."

He winks and throws me my blue blouse and pants. "Make yourself decent, I want to catch up." With that, he walks out of the room, leaving me free to untangle myself from the mess of blankets. "Nice bra."

"TURN AROUND, JORDAN FORREST," I squeal as I shut the door, "OR ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE."

"Anyway, about your date last night," he starts as I yank my pants on, "how did it -"

"How'd you find out about it?" I ask, brushing my surprisingly straight hair. It must've been the sleep. 

"You told me, stupid," he says. "'Sorry Jordan, can't go out tonight. I have a hot date,'" he mimics. "Who was it with?"

Blushing, I change the subject. "What's on the agenda today?" 

"We're just going to go to my flat," he says, opening the door and nodding approvingly as I place my hair into a loose bun. "I have good taste."

"In what, clothes or best friends?" I start to brush my teeth.

"Mmm, both," he says, placing his hands on my hips. "I have a hot best friend with a nice wardrobe."

I look at his clothes through the mirror, turning away when I start to get distracted by how hot he's become. As children, both with brown hair and similarly coloured eyes, most people had thought us siblings. But now, I see no resemblance between us even with these features. "And I just have a hot best friend."