When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Fifteen

{Will's pov}

"So what do we do now?" I asked quietly. Jordan chuckled a bit and ran a hand through his hair.

"When's the last time you left the house?" He asked, I belted out the biggest laugh I could muster and Jordan stared at me confused.

"Oh, you were expecting an answer. Okay." I stretched a bit, "the last time I went grocery shopping. So about, um, a year and a half? Give or take a couple months." I sighed.

This was embarrassing. 'You should've just lied to him.' The voice commented, I shook my head.

"I can't lie to him." I mumbled, the voice laughed, 'But you can lie to fans? And your friends?' It asked.

I raised an eyebrow, "what are you talking about?" I glanced over to make sure Jordan hasn't heard me talking to myself.

The voice let out a heavy laugh, 'You've been telling your fans, friends, and just recently Jordan, that you were okay. You and I both know that's not true.'

The words swam around my head and I couldn't believe what he was saying.

But at the same time.

He was right.

Jordan broke the conversation between myself and, ha, well, me. "Wanna go down to the shops?"

I weighed the pros and cons of each choice. Yes; I could leave the house, fun times with bae, and sunlight?

I don't know, is sunlight a positive thing? I'm so pale that I'm almost translucent so I suppose it's good. But also, I would have to leave the house.

"Sure!" I replied in a fake cheerful tone, "I'd love to!"

The voice coughed, 'Lying again, are we?'

Fuck.

"I'm not lying." I said through gritted teeth. Jordan jumped up and tugged on my hand.

"Let's go!!!!" He screamed and dragged me toward the door, causing the both of us to trip on his duffle bag and crash to the floor.

"Ow." He mumbled into the carpet, chuckling as he did so. "Let's try that again." I offered.

Jordan nodded and stood up. I grabbed his hand and hoisted myself up. "Leggo!" He announced and darted out the door.

I giggled and ran after him, by the time I was out the door Jordan was running down the street.

"HURRY UP, WILL!" He yelled, "MY GRANDMA COULD RUN FASTER THAN YOU!"

I laughed and kept running. The light blinded me and I felt like everyone was judging me.

I shouldn't have left the house.

"JOR!" I laughed, "JORDAN! WAIT UP DAMNIT!"

Jordan kept going, wrapped his hand around the pole of a stop sign and pulled himself to a stop.

I finally caught up and grabbed his hand before we crossed the street. People sent us dirty looks but we didn't care.

We haven't been together in two years.

The two years where we needed each other the most.

Jordan interlocked our fingers and began swinging our hands. "I have a feeling you don't know where your going." I laughed.

Jordan giggled, "That's true." He replied.

"This is going to sound so, weird, so cliche," I paused, "So, gay."

Jordan doubled over laughing, "Will, darling, honey, baby, sweetheart." He laughed, "Will, we are gay."

I shrugged and let out a small laugh, "I suppose. Anyway, ever since Prime I've actually been yearning for you. Like how stupid does that sound? I just used the word yearning to describe how much I've been wanting to see you."

Jordan shook his head and put his arm around me. I brought him closer to me as we walked down the street.

"Not stupid at all." He mumbled, "Kinda cute actually."

"So, Will," he said, "How are you?"

'Yeah, Will.' The voice chimed in, "how are you?'

Fuck.