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

He's Got A Love Like Woe: Scene Twenty-One

Scene Twenty-One:

The screen on Jordan's phone began to taunt him, showing him the slide-show of photos he had placed as his screen saver. His smiling face along with Christofer's had begun to look fake to him at every glance.

It all started after Jordan had eagerly exited from the message in Keegan's inbox. His friend payed no attention to his paled face and wide eyes, nor his shaky hands. Jordan had placed the phone in Keegan's warm hand and excused himself to the bathroom for some silent thinking.

Or in Jordan's case, sobbing.

The moment he shut and locked the door, he slammed his hands against the cool, marble counter-top of the sink and shut his eyes from any tears that were willing to take the plunge and fall to the ground. Jordan wasn't one to show much vulnerability; in any situation. The moment he felt the tears soak his cheeks, his hands rubbed furiously over them to wipe away any evidence. That led to his face burning as well as his eyes.

"I'm so stupid." He mumbled, "Stephen had warned me ahead of time that something would happen, but I never listened." It was true, before he had punched the jerk in the face Jordan had heard Stephen tell him that his lover was indecisive and would move on just as fast as the heart beats.

But Jordan was sure that Christofer's heart had beaten for him.

"But hearts change. They keep on beating, just like I keep on getting hurt every time." Sighing, Jordan turned on the faucet and applied some cold water to his burning cheeks and eyes. After drying his face off with a towel, Jordan took a deep breathe and walked out of the bathroom.

Andy has ran past him, looking like an ugly duckling, before slamming the bathroom door closed and cursing out Keegan. The man himself was holding the video camera in one hand and wiping his tears from laughter with the other.

"Jordan, you missed it! It was the funniest thing, Andy had slipped perfectly into the pile and. . ." The black haired boy stopped short as he noticed Jordan's lack of interest or enthusiasm. It worried him just how fast Jordan's emotions had changed in such a short amount of time. When he had walked onto the tour bus he had eagerly helped with this plan and now he looked as if someone had eaten his favorite piece of cake. "What happened?"

It was a good question, Jordan mused, for he himself had no idea what had happened. It had taken Jordan so long to fully accept this relationship, only to have it crumble before him in a fiery pit of hell. "You tell me, go look at your messages."

Keegan's eyebrows drew together in confusion before he unlocked his phone and opened his inbox. The newest message was from Katelyn and he read it with an open mind. "All I see is some bullshit article to get readers." He said, exiting out of the article and placing the phone in his pocket. "Are you really worried that this low-life journalist wrote something that might not even be true?"

"And if it is?" Jordan countered, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. "What do I do then, Keegan? This isn't some sort of joke or prank, this is my heart and the man I have spent countless hours sharing everything with. I trusted him with my heart and soul, and then this happens." Dropping himself into the couch nearby, Jordan ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

Keegan took a seat besides him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you call Christofer first, before you go accusing him of something he might not have done at all. Ask him if he knows anything about it first, then jump onto the topic."

Shaking his head, Jordan looked at him. "I just don't want to be completely disappointed when I find out that this isn't some sort of propaganda. That's what I fear the most, that all my doubts of his loyalty and being torn are shoved into my face for me to see clearly. I don't want to realize that all the months and weeks I spent with him went to waste."

Pulling out his phone for the third time that day, Keegan placed the cool, plastic cellular device in Jordan's shaking hands. "Call him, Jordan. No matter what happens you still have the band and your family. We all love you, whether this thing is possibly true or a hoax."

Jordan now sat in his bunk, his own phone ready to call Christofer. He had tried before on Keegans phone, but nobody has picked up. He figured it was because Christofer has no reclamation of Keegan's number and decided if he didn't know the person he wouldn't answer it. As his fingers automatically typed in the familiar phone number, Jordan's pulse quickened and his heart began leaping out of his chest. The anxiety would surely kill him, if the painful truth didn't later.

"It's ringing," He mumbled to himself. "Pick up, pick up, pick up."

"Hello?" Christofer's sleepy voice drawled through the other line. He had had a rough night with all those drinks of celebration and he wasn't in the mood for any loud ringing -- especially from a cell phone. "Who is this?" In his daze he hadn't checked the ID.

"It's Jordan, are you alright? You sound horrible." All his thoughts had flown out the window, except for his desire to worry over the love of his life. Funny how someone's priorities can change so quickly, especially from a single excerpt of a person they care deeply for.

"I'm fine, just a bit hungover. How are you? It seems like it's been forever since we last talked."

"Why would you be hungover?"

"A bandmate had just gotten engaged, we celebrated last night after a show. It was Stephen's idea, really. I would go on and tell you how the rest of the night went, but I can't really remember it."

He can't remember it, or he just wont tell you. A narcissistic voice rambled inside Jordan's mind. Get on with this, before you lose your main reason why you called.

"Christofer, have you been on the computer recently?" Shallow breaths were escaping Jordan's dry lips.

Christofer had laughed breathlessly, his eyes closing on their own as he slumped further in his bed. "No, I told you. I've been hungover, which means I'm still in bed."

"You might want to check it then, because there was a distinct reason why I called." Jordan's throat started to enclose on itself, making it harder for his words to pass.

Opening his eyes immediately, Christofer sat up as he ignored his pounding headache. Jordan's change in tone made an alarm go off in his mind, something was obviously wrong. "Jordan, is everything alright? You don't sound like yourself." It had taken a while for the boy to respond but when he did, Christofer had choked a sob.

Jordan had whispered, "Christofer, I think we should talk."