Jordan had kept Markie and Griff up half the night, telling and retelling them what Nicholas had said.
"It's like, I don't know, it's like I was supposed to meet him," Jordan kept murmuring. "Like fate or something."
"It's somethin', all right," Griff sighed, yawning. "How much does he want for the house, Jord? That's the main thing."
"He didn't say zactly."
"Did you even ask zactly?"
"No," Jordan wrinkled his nose and bit his bottom lip. "I kinda got all caught up in what he was saying."
Markie had listened to everything Jordan told them; about Nicholas; about Sam....the house, the love. She was sleepy enough, romantic enough to just have this feeling.........a feeling that maybe this really was gonna happen.
"So, we're all gonna go meet him tomorrow?" she asked.
"Well, yeah, kinda today," Jordan looked at his watch. The hands were tickin' towards 3 A.M. "Griff, you'll go, won't ya?"
Griff rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't miss this for the world. Nobody but you, Jordan...nobody but you."
"What?"
Griff laughed. "Nothing you do is ordinary. You can't even find a house like everybody else..........shit, no. You gotta have a house with like "love ghosts" in it." Jordan snorted and shoved at Griff's leg with his foot.
"Well, love ghosts or not, I can't wait to meet Nicholas," Markie smiled through a jaw crackin' yawn. "I'm going to bed. JD'll be up in four hours."
Jordan watched Markie look at Griff and Griff cut his eyes back at her. He watched them struggle, laughing to himself.
"I'll get blankets out for you," she said, gesturing towards the sofa.
"K," Griff sighed.
Jordan stood up, rolled his neck and grinned. "Guys, go to bed. Just don't keep me awake, K?"
Markie started stammering, "I.......we.........JORDAN!!"
"I......we...........Jordan what?" he laughed. "You should see your face. Griff, you've got three choices: bunk with me, try to fit on the sofa or take your chances with "Miss Priss" over there."
Griff grinned, "As much as I enjoyed you nearly strangling me last night, moaning "Danny", almost shoving me off the bed, and as much as I love trying to fit all 6'2 of me on that 5 foot sofa, I think I'll opt for Door #3."
Markie huffed, "What if Door #3 is not available, Mister Sure of Himself?"
Griff cocked his head, smiled a smile that no one in their right mind could have ignored. Markie sighed, did NOT look at Jordan, who was snickering and walked to her room, leaving the door slightly open.
Jordan didn't need to ask Griff. He knew that his best friend understood how much Markie meant to him. They had been hiding this for weeks and Jordan just wanted Griff to know he was totally okay with it.........not only okay, he couldn't have chosen anyone better suited to Markie and her moods, her love and her trusting heart.
"Night, Bud," Griff said as he hugged Jordan. "We'll do it today. Somehow, we'll get you your house."
"Danny's house," Jordan whispered.
**
"DADDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYY", JD shrieked in his face, jumping up and down on the bed.
Jordan stuffed the pillow over his head and tried to catch the tail end of that dream. He and Danny had been flying in an airplane, a little one and, of course, Jordan knew how to fly and Dan kept walking out on the wings and calling to him to come out, that the wind felt good and Danny was naked cause you couldn't wear clothes to fly on Wednesday and the alligator kept thumping his tail on the popcorn machine and the popcorn kept flying around the cockpit which seemed to have macaroni glued to the windows. Just as Jordan let go of the controls and stripped off his clothes and Barry Manilow started singing 'Copacabana' in the background, he felt a little hand shake his arm.

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Just Hit 'Send' By Grasshopper
Non-FictionIt all started with a question from one confused boy, "Will someone listen?" and was sealed with an answer from another "I will." From a conversation to forever; Jordan and Danny's story is full of trials and struggle, where Jordan fights for his fa...