jordan shoots a text to her mom saying she's home. well, at michael's house, either way it's home.
jordan walks into the 2 story, greeting michael's parents.
"hello jordan." the couple says together.
michael walks in behind jordan.
"hi mom, hi dad." michael says.
"hey mikey!" michael's mother says lovingly.
michael of course groans. even though jordan has heard this childhood nickname many times, it's still kind of embarrassing. michael hears jordan giggling.
"we'll be going to my room if you guys don't mind." michael, tells his parents.
he makes his way up the stairs, jordan following closely behind. they enter the room and michael closes the door. jordan, launches herself into the bean bag chair and throws her bookbag on the bed.
"you should get started on the english homework." michael tells her.
she gives him the finger and starts texting. michael sighs and just looks at her. "you staying for dinner?" jordan simply nodded and continued to text.
michael wonders who the hell is she texting. she should be spending time with her bestfriend. michael shrugs and gets started on his algebra, thinking jordan'll take the hint that she should start on her homework, too.
jordan looks up to see michael diligently working on some hard algebra. she sighs and shoots one last text to the group chat she's in.
text to group chat:
well i gotta go, mikey's making me do my hw
text from group chat:
lukas pukas: aw alright
"dad": yes that's right! do that work!
calpal: yeah listen to your bfffl
text to group chat:
bfffl?
text from group chat:
calpal: best friend forever for life.
text to group chat:
o
text to group chat:
well okay. lemme do my hw, text you all later.
jordan puts her phone down, grabs her bookbag and moves her bean bag chair closer to michael. michael sees her from his peripheral vision.
"wowwww. someone finally joins me."
jordan rolls her eyes and pulls her english out. "dude, i really hate ms.evans." jordan tells michael.
michael leans over and looks over the work. "your class must've pissed her off." he shakes his head and chuckles.
jordan shakes her head. "i swear my class is so calm, maybe it's just me?" she places a frown on her face. michael shakes his head.
"just summarize what you read!" he shouts.
"that's the thing. i have no recollection of what we read from that dumb book." jordan coughs.
"so just catch up on the reading. or i can just tell you what happened."
jordan just groans and starts reading.
-
by 7 o'clock, mrs.clifford had finished cooking some pasta. both jordan and michael had finished their homework and started playing gta v on his play station. "mikey!! jay jay!! come downstairs and get some pasta." michael's mother yells.
"jay jay?" jordan asks, blushing.
michael just laughs at her, "at least these nicknames stay at my house right?"
jordan nods then grabs her phone. she quickly texts her mom.
text to madre jess:
staying @ michael's for dinner. tell vicky i'll see her later for girl talk.
text from madre text:
okay. but why couldn't u tell vicky that u'll see her later urself instead of making me the messenger???
text to madre jess:
bc she usually answers your texts.
text from madre jess:
k
michael and jordan sit next to each other, with michael's parents across from them.
the table was set, each plate filled with some pasta. jordan started digging in and michael after her.
"you know that's how we started. as best friends. then we became a couple."
michael, literally choked on a piece of pasta as his mother uttered these words. jordan looks at him trying not to laugh.
"mom, it's not like that." he assured her.
"sure, you say that now michael, but i see you bending at knee for this girl. just like i did for your mother."
michael looks at jordan. "would you like a container? to go. i don't want your sister worried." michael asks.
"well..." jordan starts.
michael isn't taking no for an answer so he goes to his kitchen and pulls out a plastic container, with a lid and dumps jordan's food into it, quickly sealing it and handing it to her.
"i'll drive you home."
-
later in the night michael texts her.
text from BFFFL:
sorry for my parents
text to BFFFL:
wym ?
text from BFFFL:
with their rambling and stuff.
text to BFFFL:
lol dude it's alright. btw tell your mom her pasta rocks🤓
text from BFFFL:
lol okay 😂
text to BFFFL:
omg you used an emoji
text from BFFFL:
stfu
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delusional - m.c.
Fanfikce[ capgras syndrome - the belief that a person who is close to the sufferer has been replaced by an imposter who appears identical, but isn't the same person. ] jordan bay has a feeling that her bestfriend isn't who he says he is. maybe he's just...
