Never The Right Time, Jordan Knight

Chapter 20

I recall late yesterday I stopped thinking about Jordan and actually started to laugh more with my family. I'd been here for a week now, at my Auntie's beach house in Florida. It's not as cold as Boston which is nice but I miss seeing Camila and Matty out of everyone.

"You ready to go?" Mom peeped her head into the room that I was staying in with my cousin Brandi, she was a few years younger then me but I didn't mind, I got along with her pretty well so she wasn't a bother.

"Yep, I just need to..." I searched around the unmade bed for my jumper so I would have it ready as soon as we got back to Boston. I laughed as she realised what I was doing, she nodded her head and walked out of the room, leaving me to tidy the little mess I had made during my trip.

After cleaning the small space I struggled to carry my luggage downstairs. I saw my family saying their farewells and felt small arms hug my leg, looking down to see my smaller cousin Rosie with sadness in her eyes.

"I'll see you soon little munchkin, Merry Christmas Rosie," I squeezed her, hearing a quiet and innocent laugh fill the room. Going over to my Aunt I thanked her multiple times as she kissed my cheek more than once.

"Tell Scott I said hi," She smiled, stunning me a little.

"Oh... Okay. I will," I nodded uncomfortably as my Mom noticed my change of voice. At that moment I hated Sandy for bringing it up, I knew it wasn't her fault but my head was stubborn and refused to acknowledge the hidden problem that Scott was and still has been creating. Before I left, I chose to leave without explanation, just how he did with the fight and leaving to go to California. Was that childish? Yes, it was but I have no time for pointless people and making pointless memories with them so shoot me if I'm being selfish.

Sitting in the taxi on our way to the airport was long, not as bad as the traffic in Boston but it could be better. Dad sat in the passenger seat as Mom and I stayed quiet in the back. Dad had a tendency of always getting to know the taxi driver just to be 'safe' and he was asking a hell of a lot of questions this time round since Mom had another living thing inside her.

As we made it to the airport it seemed to cross my mind on how we are able to afford travelling when we can. I vaguely remember asking Dad about it 3 years ago but he sorta' told me that we get help from family and all, especially Baba and Deda from my Dad's side as they aren't even in America. Dad said never to question it, it was not my concern, and I'm somewhat grateful for that. They don't know but Dad has a piggy bank of savings that nobody's allowed to touch as it's for unexpected situations. I place half of my earning every time I get payed in there so I know and can reassure myself I'm helping out in a way and not just sitting their eating all their money away.

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"Is it lovely to be back in the cold or what?" Mom said sarcastically as we left our bags at the door and ran to turn on the fire.

"It is," I answered honestly, making my parents both laugh as they knew how much I love this season. "I'm going to unpack and sleep," I told them as I carried my bag up the stairs.

"Alright, we'll call if we need you,"

"Okay," I answered as I entered my room and realised how much I had been home sick. The thing that stuck out to me the most was Donnie's coat left on my chair, reminding me of what he said just before they left after lunch.

"I know about you and Jordan," I replayed what he said, lacking emotion as he told me which made my heart stop then boil with hatred and anger.

I then realised how annoyed he got, he saw how much drama I 'supposedly' was causing but it didn't ever slip their mind that Jordan is also at fault for all of this. And I was absolutely sick of it. The loud ringing from the phone distracted me from my thoughts, hearing it being picked up and answer by whoever was closer.