We got back to my place at around 12:30 AM.
"Do you want to stay the night?" I ask.
"Sure, I guess. " he says, walking ahead of me upstairs to my room in the attic. I follow him and shut the door after him. I see him sitting on my bed, taking off his shoes.
"Jordan..." I say.
"Yeah?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Why?"
"Something is wrong. We're not acting as close as we normally do, it's worrying me and making me upset."
"Why are you upset?"
"Because, you mean so much to me and us being weird isn't what I'm used to,"
"Well maybe if you stopped getting so upset about things then this wouldn't affect you so much!" He yells. That killed me.
What happened to my Jordan?
"What happened to you during the meet up?"
"Nothing," he snapped.
Where ever the real Jordan is, I don't like this new one.
"Something did happen. You're not the Jordan I know right now and whoever you are, cause it sure as hell ain't Jordan, is not allowed in my room. Or house. So please leave and when the real Jordan comes back, contact me." I say, grabbing his stuff and tossing it at him before sitting on my chair. I hear him leave my room and later my house. I begin to cry.
Where is he?
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Maybe It Was Always Meant To Be
FanfictionJordan Sweeto and Misery were always best friends. They did everything together. They even cuddle with each other and kiss each other on the cheeks and stuff (never on the lips). People believe they have feelings for each other, but that's impossibl...
