The Endless Forever

Part 5

"You alright pet?" Fiona asked me, placing a bowl of chilli infront of me.

"Yes, thank you. About tonight.."

"Dont worry, you and Jordan can go back to your house and pick up some stuff. I've got to put Quinn to bed after tea."

Jordan and me gobble down our food, grinning at each other across the table.

"Coming?" He says, throwing my hoodie at me.

I catch it with one hand, and hand my bowl over to Fiona. "Thank you for tea." I said, smiling.

"See you in a few minutes poppet." She kisses my forehead, and I step towards the door.

Quinn screeches and topples off the chair, picking himself up immediately and crying as I twisted the handle.

"Im coming back." I crouch down and hug him, wiping his nose on a piece of tissue in my pocket.

Christofer picks Quinn up and pulls him away.

"Go before he starts projectile vomiting with fury." He says, struggling to not dangle his baby brother by his ankles.

Jordan tugs me out the door and I wave a quick goodbye to a screaming Quinn.

"Christ." Jordan mutters, stuffing his hands in his pockets, his breath coming out in little white clouds into the dark November air. "Im sorry about Quinn."

"It's no problem. I love him to pieces."

"I know but he's the devil child when he doesn't get his own way."

Jordan turns left and starts walking, his purple converse keeping in time with my black ones.

"He's an angel."

"He's like dad." Jordan shrugs, avoiding my eyes. "Temper like a bull on steroids, Quinn has."

"Im sorry." I whisper.

Jordan's dad was a kind man who would always make me and Daniel chuckle with his stories, and gave us a packet of tic-tacs every time I came over. He always called me "kiddo" and ruffled my hair. He had died three days after Quinn was born, and Jordan missed him like mad.

"Your dad and Timothy were good friends." I tried to make light of the conversation. Jordan was silent.

I sighed. "At least he's in a better place now."

Jordan let out a choking noise and stopped walking, clenching his fists in his leather jacket pockets.

"I dont want to talk about it anymore."

I took that as my cue to shut up and change the subject.

"It's really dark." I pointed out, hoping Jordan wouldnt be angry at me. I turned my head to look at him and saw he was staring at me, his green eyes boring into me in a way that made my heart beat very fast indeed.

"Jordan, what the hell are you looking at?"

"I love how your trying to change the subject." He half smirked. "And you look beautiful in the moonlight. Like a gothic vampire."

"Should I take that as an insult, or what?"

"If I just called you attractive you should totally take it in a good way."

He flipped his hair to one side.

Please stop doing that, I thought. Your making my heart hurt.

"I suck at taking compliments." I fiddle with the earrings in my left ear.

"People should compliment you more often. You're beautiful, Alexs."

Ok, so now my head was starting to hurt and my stomach was tying itself in knots. I shut my eyes and let out a barely audible whimper. I do this when I feel sick or confused or angry or.. when I dont know how I feel.

"Alexs?" Jordan shook my shoulder, and thats all I remember before I blacked out.