When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Sixteen

{Jordan's pov}

"I'm splendid!" He replied in a cheerful tone.

Bullshit.

I sighed, rolling my eyes at his stupidity. Did he really not think I could tell truth from lie?

"What?" He questioned after seeing my reaction.

I shook my head, "Will. You're a wreck. When you called you couldn't utter a full sentence. When I called you back you said you were never okay. When I showed up you said you were insane." I took a breath and looked at him.

Tears were welling up in his tear ducts. His overly prominent cheek bones threatened to bust through his almost translucent skin.

He was not okay.

The voice in my head scoffed, 'I don't blame him for lying. I mean, let's be honest Jordan. Would you have told the truth?"

Sighing once more, I shook my head. The voice was right.

I wouldn't have told the truth either. But it's because I'm skilled in the art of lying and deception.

Will wiped a tear from his cheek and sighed, "You're right." He stated.

I ran a hand through my hair, "I'm not okay," he continued, "I'm about as okay as a duck in an oil spill."

I cracked half a smile, "So all you need is a helping hand and some soap?" He chuckled a small chuckle before we arrived at the shops.

"I don't know why we came here." He said, "Did either of us bring money?"

I dug into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out some change, "I have eleven cents."

Will stared at my coins for a while before doubling over in laughter. "It's not funny!" I complained, "Don't make fun of my poorness!"

Will continued laughing as we walked hand in hand past all the shops, looking in the windows.

"Ooh! That's beautiful!" Will gasped and pointed at a pocket watch in the window of one of the shops.

I nodded in agreement, "Woah." I said breathlessly, "That's amazing."

Will sighed, "But it's three hundred pounds."

I frowned, "Damn." He shrugged and continued walking.

"Want to grab something to eat?" He asked, but before I had a chance to decline he started laughing.

"I'm kidding. From what I've gathered, you don't eat. And you already know that I don't." He said.

'He's quite the jokester, huh?" The voice taunted.

"Shut up." I grumbled, trying not to be heard.

But just my luck, Will has supersonic hearing.

"Sorry," he mumbled and stared at his feet, "I won't talk."

God damn it.

'Ha! You fucked up!' It laughed.

"Oh, fuck me!" I yelled at no one out of frustration.

Will raised his head along with one of his eyebrows.

"First you tell me to shut up and now you want me to fuck you? Are you bipolar?" He asked, sounding a bit pissed off.

"No!" I yelled, "Well, yes. I am bipolar but I wasn't talking to you." I said quickly.

Will stopped dead in his tracks, "There's no one else here!" He yelled obviously upset.

I dropped his hand and started gesturing towards the air around us, "Yes there's no one here," I poked my temple roughly a few times, "but there's someone up here!"

And now he's going to think I'm nuts.

:) [a/n: he's thinking the smiley face]

Will pulled my hand into his chest and let out a breath like he's been holding it in.

"You have one too?"