Prisoner of Love

Chapter Eight

As soon as we got home, I walked off into my bedroom, annoyed at Grayson for letting Jordan live here. Like, I get along with him, but a) I don't know him that well and b) HE'S RELATED TO GRAYSON.

I got changed into sweatpants and a hoodie and tied my hair back in a bun.

I seriously gotta fix this shit, curl it or something I thought.

As I was so lost in my daydream, I didn't realise both Jordan and Grayson had walked into the room. After seeing them in the mirror, I said,

"Okay, what do you two want?" I asked, turning around to them.

"We need to discuss sleeping arrangements." Grayson said.
"We 'discussed' that the first day we came here." I replied.
"Yeah, but now that Jordan's so happily joining us, we gotta arrange-" Grayson said, before being cut off by Jordan.
"Always using big boring words and beating around the damn bush. Basically, where do I sleep?" Jordan said, giving Grayson a sickly smile.

"Get an inflatable mattress?" I suggested.
"I'll sleep on the couch considering you and Grayson have this room taken then." Jordan smirked, clearly meaning what he said in the dirtiest way possible.

"BLERUGHHH!" Me and Grayson yelled in unison.

"Him, me?"
"Same room?"
"Forget even same bed."
"Again, BLERUGHH!"

"I get it, sheesh, talk about defensive." Jordan said.

"Anyway, Grayson sleeps on the couch and I sleep here, so I guess we gotta get you a bed." I said.
"What about me!?" Grayson asked.
"Don't want the couch feeling lonely do we bro?" Jordan laughed, before Grayson tackled him and they both started play fighting in the middle of the room.

"Okay, to IKEA we go!" Grayson said.
"Huh, now!?" I asked.
"Well, where else am I gonna sleep tonight?" Jordan replied.
"True." I said, before we all left downstairs.

When we got to IKEA, we all went to the bedroom section and started looking around. And by 'we' I mean Grayson, because Jordan had wandered off somewhere and I decided to go jump on...I mean...find a bed for Jordan.

Grayson saw me 'finding' a bed, and started with his shitty remarks again.

"You gonna fall off and bump your head again Midget the Monkey?" He asked, whilst folding his arms and looking at me.
"I'm not gonna fall again, dude that was one time." I replied before continuing hopping about like a kangaroo.

I guess I spoke too soon, because I slipped off AGAIN.

I should really stop doing that..

And yet again, I didn't hit the floor, because lo behold Jordan had grabbed my waist just before gravity got the better of me.

"Firstly, thank you." I said, turning back around to Jordan with his hands still on my waist.
"Your welcome sweetheart." He smiled deviously.
"Secondly, call me sweetheart again I will slap you, and thirdly, what the fuck is with you Hyland Brothers jumping in and saving people?" I said.
"Genetics?" Jordan and Grayson said in unison.

Jordam lifted me up and put me to my feet on the ground, before I pushed his hands away from me and walked off.

"What are you doing Jordan?" Grayson asked.
"Nothing, just being helpful." Jordan smirked back.
"Dude, I swear if you mess with one more girl.." Grayson began.
"That was a long time ago! I've stopped." Jordan said, throwing his hands up in his defence.
"So 'long time ago' is what we are calling last week?" Grayson asked.
"Man, you are so stubborn, can't you get it through your thick skull that I've changed?" Jordan said defensively.
"Whatever man. Just don't screw about." Grayson replied as he walked off.

Once we got home, Grayson and Jordan went to go set up the bed that we bought on the complete opposite side of my room.

Now I have to share a room. This day is going so well isn't it? 😒

Meanwhile, I lay on the couch and caught up on X Factor whilst eating a slice of pizza.

Eventually, the two twits had fixed the bed up for Jordan so I could finally get some sleep.

I changed in to my pajamas and jumped into bed, until the bathroom door opened and the room light turned on.

"What the fuck man..." I said, shielding my eyes from the blinding light.

"Talk about feisty even when you look half drunk." A voice said, which I'm pretty sure was Jordan's, but not certain, considering my eyes were still adjusting.

Finally, I managed to refocus my eyes and see it was Jordan, standing shirtless in the centre of the room, looking in the mirror and drying off his hair.

Despite being such a smart ass, Jordan was actually seriously good looking. He had a chiselled jawline and slightly spiked black hair which had a messy effect to it.

I didn't realise I was staring at him like a total fucking creep until he turned around and noticed me.

"Okay, I know I'm basically the most gorgeous thing you've ever laid eyes on, but I think the way you're staring at me is the way Grayson looks at cheeseburgers." He remarked.

I actually laughed so hard at that, even though it was directed at me, and what made it funnier was Grayson was in the doorway when he said that.

"Dude!" Grayson yelled, with his arms wide open.
"Woops." Jordan smirked.
"Oooh you're in trouble!!" I laughed at Jordan.
"No...you're in trouble!" Jordan said, before lunging himself and chasing me around the room with his wet hair spraying me in my face.

"FUCK YOU JORDAN!!" I yelled whilst running and eventually jumping behind Grayson.

"Dammit, my hairs dry. I am so getting you back for that smart ass comment." Jordan said whilst folding his arms.
"Yup, you and Grayson are constantly out to get me ain't you?" I said, now moving away from Grayson.

"Watch your back sweetheart." Jordan smirked.

"You too Jordie."