He's Got A Love Like Woe {Christofer D. And Jordan W. Fan Fiction}

He's Got A Love Like Woe: Scene Nineteen

Scene Nineteen:    

Chucking his phone across his bed, Jordan rubbed his tired and aching eyes. It had been a few hours since the boys left the hotel suite. After both boys were cleaned from their second round in the seemingly hot shower, they had clambered back into bed to gain some extra hours of rest. Thankfully, Christofer was smart enough to set an alarm so that they both woke at the stroke of noon with rambling stomachs. They took some bagels with them from the hotel's complimentary breakfast buffet and went off to part ways.    

Christofer had drilled it into Jordan's brain that they would text and call each other every single moment of everyday, for they were inseparable now.    

His phone began to shrilly ring, signaling the battery dying. Before Jordan could even blink, his phone shut off automatically to save itself from death.    

"Baby." Jordan murmured, rolling his eyes at the idiotic piece of technology. Pulling his bag of clothes onto his lap he began his search of the charger but came up with nothing.    

"Where did I put that thing?" He questioned out loud, biting his lip in thought. A picture of himself stuffing his clothes eagerly into his bag with some notebooks and pens -- in case of inspiration for a new song. The key missing component was the fact that he had forgotten the charger, leaving it under his bed on the bus.    

Jordan groaned, getting up off of the bed and reaching towards the nearest home phone. Before he turned it on, he walked into the living room where his mother on the couch with a basket of clothes sitting on the coffee-table in front of her. She smiled up at him, her eyes crinkling near the edges.    

"How was your morning. I never got to ask you since your face was practically glued to the phone in your hands." Her eyes shone with knowing, her mind quickly calculating his whereabouts yestereday night to early this afternoon.    

Jordan blushed, not wanting to share the explicit details with his innocent and loving mother. "It was good." He mumbled, looking down at his feet. While doing so he remembered why he had looked for her in the first place. "Mom, I was wondering if I could use the home phone. . ."    

"Of course you can. Why are you asking me for permission anyway, you're a grown man, you can make decisions on your own." Raising her eyebrows at him, she quickly looked back to her task of folding the clean laundry. Grabbing a washcloth, she placed it on her lap before folding in the edges and made it into a small box.    

"What?" Jordan asked, incredulous. "You always used to yell at me for never asking if I could use the phone!"    

His mother rolled her eyes, "That was when you were twelve, then you started to get your own cell phone so I didn't have to worry. Speaking of, where is your phone?"    

"The battery's dead." He yelled, halfway into the kitchen already. He quickly dialed Christofer's number that he knew by heart before placing it to his head and listening to the dial tone. It took about three rings before Christofer picked up, his voice cautious.    

"Hello?"    

"Christofer," Jordan said. "I'm sorry, my phone died on me so I had to use the house phone. I forgot my charger on the bus so I couldn't do anything about it."    

Christofer laughed, "Relax, will you? I was just curious to see who this was. I didn't recognise the number."    

Jordan shut his eyes to mentally slap himself in the face, then let out a breath of prolonged air. "Don't do that," He murmured. "You know I have anxiety issues."    

"Oh, do I?" Christofer humored. "By the way, what would you like to chat about? I have around a half hour before we need to start setting up."    

"Anything, nothing. Just, tell me something interesting." Taking a seat by the large windows in the kitchen, Jordan let his mind wander as Christofer racked his brain for a good story.    

"How about the fact that I took a mid-day nap."    

"That's not interesting!" Jordan laughed after his face screwed up in distaste.    

"You didn't even hear what else I had to say!"    

"Fine, oh wise one, please continue with your story about napping."    

"Well. . . it begins with a boy trapped inside his dreams. He had spent the night before in a passionate fit with the love of his life and the moment his head hit the pillow his mind made him relive the entire experience. He could feel the fingers caressed his back, or hear the moans his beloved would elicit. He awoke feeling breathless and irritated, knowing it wasn't reality. Not so boring now, was it?"    

Jordan could hear his pulse through his ears, the blood circulating it's way through his veins and towards his aching core. "No, it was completely arousing." He whispered. Though, Jordan had no idea where his bluntness had came from he knew that at that moment he had to tell Christofer. It felt like second nature to him now.    

"Oh God, please don't go there." Christofer said. "I don't even have anyone to toss onto the bed and ravish."    

"And why is that?"    

"Sadly because the only person I'd want is sitting at home right now, enjoying my pain and suffering." Christofer groaned. "I need a damn cigarette."    

"All right, go and enjoy your guilty pleasures. Just remember to call me when you get back on the bus, I love you."    

"I love you too, go ahead and tell Wallace I said hello!"    

Jordan turned off the phone and placed it on the nearby charger. Marching his way back to the living room he couldn't help but feel his lips curl up in a smile. It always seemed that no matter what the situation, Christofer constantly put him in a good mood. Maybe he had some mystical powers that could manipulate your feelings, if that were the case Jordan wasn't complaining.    

Taking a seat next to his mother he grabbed a fresh, white towel out of the basket and began to fold it in his lap.    

"I told you, you'd be yelling and moaning all night. You're just like your father." His mother said, smirking.    

Jordan gaped, dropping the towel to the ground. Before he could even question his mother's sanity she crossed her arms over her chest, defiantly.    

"My house, my phone lines, my ears to listen."    

"That's why you let me use the phone so freely! You wanted to listen in on the conversation! I can't believe you, that's stealing my privacy!"   Scoffing, Jordan's mother tossed a washcloth at him.

 "Sweetie, I gave birth to you and changed you since you were three. That means I've seen your little, baby anatomy more times than I can count. Between you and me, there is no privacy."