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

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

Scene Twenty-Eight:

Jordan had no idea what to expect the moment he spotted Pete's head of dark hair among the busy crowd. The last time Jordan remembered being in Pete's presence, it didn't turn out as well as he had hoped. They both had said some things they weren't proud of, leaving their friendship to take a plunge off a cliff. Truthfully, Jordan missed his frequent conversations with his manager and he missed coming to him for advice on hard subjects and topics. Pete was practically a second father to Jordan, yet , in a much younger version.

The last thing Jordan wanted was another fight with Pete and as he walked closer to his old friend, he repeated those words like a mantra in his mind.

Stay calm and collected, stay calm and collected.

When he finally stood behind Pete's turned back, Jordan took a quick breath of air before he plastered a smile on his face and tapped Pete on his shoulder. Pete was talking to a few backstage crew members at the time, most likely going through the procedures and common knowledge based rules of what was expected to happen, when he stopped and turned to look over his shoulder at Jordan. Jordan couldn't remember nor feel if he was still smiling, but Pete's eyes widened and he smiled back in return. That alone calmed Jordan slightly.

Muttering an apology to the crew memebers, Pete excused himself to grab Jordan by one of his shoulders and tug him towards a private room to converse.

There was a short awkward silence before both men began talking at the same time, both to apologize for their past actions towards one another. Being the young gentleman he was Jordan shook his head with a small smile and told Pete to continue what he was saying first.

"I just wanted to tell you that I shouldn't have said what I did, I crossed the line and I'm sorry. I may be your manager but that gives me no right to dictate your actions and feelings, it's your life. I just didn't want you to ruin your career for someone who might not even keep you along for a while. I only worried for your safety and future, but I did it in the wrong sense." Pete blew out a long breath of air before running a hand through his hair. He looked up at Jordan from solemn eyes. "I really am sorry, Jordan."

Placing a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder, Jordan shook his head before displaying his own apology as well. "No, no, I was out of line. I knew you only had the best interests in mind for me and this company and I was being selfish. I was young and careless, and I thought that I had enough power to defy you just because I thought I could. You were right for the most part, something did happen between us that stirred a tiff, but we decided that life was more precious and worth more that just silly fights. The moment we shared together had beautiful scenes as well, we just didn't think about those. But in the end, the good memories really overlap the bad ones. I forgive you for what you said, as long as you forgive me for not listening to you and yelling at you."

"It's a deal, as long as you don't do it again. I will gladly wait thirteen years before my own son decides to defy me and argue with me and until then I have no interest in going through that once more." Looking tired and defeated Pete moved towards the nearest table to grab the clipboard he might have carried in with him. "Now don't forget that this is an early show, it's much different that your usual ones. Not only that but there's a much smaller stage if you hadn't looked at it properly yet, I'm thinking that we'll need to cut back on the movement this time." Pete continued to ramble on about the usual details Jordan should have been paying mind to, but he couldn't help himself as his mind drifted elsewhere.

Christofer.

Jordan was wondering how Christofer's wounds were healing, if he was missing Jordan as much as Jordan missed him at the moment and if he'd ever decide on take their relationship to a physical level once more. Jordan would never utter his private thoughts to a living and breathing soul, to save himself from embarrassment, but he couldn't help the signs his body was recently murmuring to him. It missed the warmth Christofer's provided, or the sensations only his touch could provide. Especially when they were completely stark naked under the covers of a bed. . .

"Jordan are you listening to me?" Pete inquired, raising an eyebrow.

As if he thought his friend could read his mind and the pictures that were secretly roaming there, ones where Christofer eagerly roamed his hands over Jordan's flushed body, Jordan's face turned as red as a tomato and he whispered a nimble, "No."

"That's what I thought." Pete said, sighing to himself. "I guess I could just take my good news elsewhere then, seeing as how you don't feel the need to pay attention to me anymore. . ."

"No!" Jordan cried, throwing out a hand to stop Pete from taking any steps towards the door. "Tell me what you have to say, I promise to listen as much as I can, you know I have an issue when it comes to my attention-span."

"Unfortunately, yes, I do. But what I had to say was good news for you, and for the boy you're obsessing over." Jordan had rolled his eyes at that comment. "I had a talk with a popular magazine company a few days ago and I never had the chance to tell you about it since we lost contact over our past argument. They've eagerly called the company multiple times, practically begging us to allow them to interview you and Christofer and your recent relationship. It turns out the public loves you two and you're recently becoming a popular topic among the young teenage groups of this century. But I knew I needed to run it by the two of you first, just to know that you were open to the idea. And I know I shouldn't say it, to add more pressure on you two, but it would mean the world to the record company and label if you agreed to this. Think of how many of your fans would love to hear about your love life! You'd be giving them exactly what they've been begging for!"

Jordan persed his lips, wondering what he should do. He didn't hate the idea of an interview, but he also didn't love it. And he wasn't sure about Christofer's reactions towards the idea.

Unlike Jordan whom hated the mere thought of public affection, Christofer was more open to his loving gestures. But Jordan wasn't sure if he was too keen on forcing it upon the public. There are two kinds of public relationships: the ones who don't care what anyone sees or hears, and the ones who don't mind being public but hate when people know their every secret and intimate thoughts. For some reason, Jordan knew deep down that Christofer was the latter,

"I'll have to sleep on it and talk to Christofer about it, before I give you the exact answer." As Pete nodded his head in understanding, Keegan and Andy burst through the door with worried eyes. The gleam they held gave Jordan a chill down his spine, immediately thinking the worst.  A million thoughts rang through his head about Christofer.

Did something happen to his injuries?

He couldn't lose him, not now and not ever. Swallowing past the lump in his dry throat, Jordan feebly asked what they came in the room to say. He was already expecting the worst, to help lessen the blow to his sore heart. He knew that if they were to say something about Christofer's condition he would already have the pain set in his mind, to help get himself over the shock and eager to help his lover instead.

It was Andy who answered him first, his eyes gleaming with unshed tears. "They ran out of cookies and we're about to go on stage for a soundcheck! Jordan, what are we going to do?" Then Andy looked towards Keegan who also looked just as heartbroken. And with trembling lips he whispered, "And I don't know how I can go on without them."

His heart deflated inside his chest cavity. Here he was thinking something tragic happened to Christofer, something that would have taken him from this world and Jordan's life -- leaving him with only this memories of him. Yet their woe and pain was from some pastry treats that had vanished. A rush of emotions filled Jordan, then. And not knowing how to cope with them all he did the only rational thing that was floating inside his hazy mind: punching the nearest person, Andy, in the stomach.