Jordan rubbed his eyes and picked up his phone. He checked his social media and text messages. Then he remembered Will was in his house. Jordan stretched his arms and got out of his comfy bed.
Will was still asleep, blankets tucked under his chin, face in the couch. Jordan walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker. Sitting at the counter, he folded his arms and laid his head down. Jordan was still tired, but the house owner should be awake before the guest.
I wonder what Will thinks about all day, Jordan wonders as his eyes flicker open then close. I wonder if he is just playing my emotions.
Shuffling can be heard from the living room, not noticing that the coffee maker set off the finishing sound a while ago. In alert, Jordan stands up and gets his coffee. "Good morning," Jordan whispers, to no one at all.
He then walks into the living room to see Will on his phone, like him this morning. The boy looks up to Jordan, smiling. Jordan's sides of his mouth slightly tug. "Good morning."
"Good morning." Jordan hands Will the cup of coffee. Will takes it and smiles. He sits up, and Jordan sat down next to him. The room is silent.
Will decided to make conversation, "I slept wonderfully," he smiled, "How about you?"
"Like every other day," Jordan replies blankly.
Will touched his shoulder, "Are you ok? You don't seem like yourself."
Jordan blinked. What's wrong with him? He couldn't see clearly. He blinked again. Jordan was getting frustrated. He liked Will and all, but he doesn't want to like him. No, Jordan told himself, Will doesn't need me. He's just playing with me. We're friends. He felt overwhelmed. "Jordan?"
He looked up. Will was drenched in a brown liquid. "Why would you do that?" Jordan's eyes widened as he jumped to his feet.
"Oh my god Will I'm so sorry! I-I don't know what happened. I-I'll go get you a towel." Jordan ran into the hallway cabinet and grabbed a towel.
When Jordan came back into the room, Will's shirt was off. He was folding it like a mother that was doing their kid's laundry. Jordan handed him the towel. "Really Will, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me," he chuckled, "I don't even remember doing it."
"It's ok," Will smiled shyly, "It was on accident."
"Yeah," Jordan whispered.
September 23, 10:11 am
//What's happening to Jordan?//
