Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 13- Shy

His face lights up in a wide grin, and it's contagious. For Percy's sake, I refrain from kissing him right then and there. His mind seems to follow the same track, but he still tilts my chin towards him and presses his lips to my forehead. Percy cringes, and I laugh. I feel like I'm glowing. Everything is finally going right again. For once, there might be a happy ending.

Percy bounces around the place for a bit, only stopping to eat. I watch him from the couch, a slight smile on my face. I did miss him. "I should get some recording done." Jordan says quietly after a while. I nod, squeezing his hand before he stands up. I don't even realize how close we are most of the time. I'm usually attached to him in some way, and that feels normal. Like it was meant to be that way. As he smiles and walks away, I beckon Percy over. He wheels the chair slowly, still not used to not being able to really walk or move that well. But he refuses to be pushed, so I just have to sit and watch him struggle. I'm only now able to get around without help. And it's been almost a week. But he's resilient. He'll probably heal up faster than me. "Hey Perc." I say softly as he reaches me. "Why are you talking so quiet?" he asks. I smile "Quietly, not quiet. Jordan's recording for Youtube right now." I say, showing my nerd. I am responsible for his education now too, I suppose. He tilts his head "Oh. I have to be quiet too?" I nod "Well yeah." He thinks for a moment. "Wait, is he that one guy that you used to watch all the time?" I nod, pleased that he finally made the connection. His face lights up "So you do like him!" he says triumphantly. I laugh quietly, and nod again "Don't screw it up!" I say, my older sister showing. He pouts "Fine. What should I call him then?" I sigh "I don't know. Call him Jordan, I guess." He looks down "Is he going to be like Daddy was?" My voice catches as the sudden reminder hits me hard. "Um..." I say, blinking back emotion. I have to stay strong for him. "He's not Daddy. But he will be around a lot." I say, my voice as strong as I can manage. "What happened to them?" he then asks, softly. I sigh "They aren't here anymore. When you got hurt, they..." my voice trails off. I'm not sure if I should tell him. "They died?" he finishes, surprisingly strong. I nod slowly, biting my lip and fighting tears. He stares at me for a moment. "We can live alone, can't we?" he says, his voice growing worried. I laugh quietly, a tear spilling over. "Yeah. I'll take care of you Perc. Don't worry. It's not your job to worry." I say, taking his hand. He nods. "Well whose is it, then?" I sigh "It's mine."

He's dozed off by the time Jordan is done recording. He's had a bit of a long day, so that's understandable. I put my finger to my lips as Jordan walks in, and he nods, smiling slightly. He doesn't say anything, only lift him up out of the chair and sets him down gently on the couch, putting a pillow under his head. I stand and grab a blanket, setting it over him quietly. I've always wondered what it would be like to be a parent. This is my answer, I guess. "What about me?" I ask quietly, pulling him into the kitchen. "Um, I could sleep in the recording room." He says. I raise an eyebrow "No. That couch is way too small for you. I'll take it." He sighs "That's not any better. We could just share my bed." He suggests. I stare at him for a moment, letting that sink in. I gradually turn a deep shade of red. I think it's then that he realizes the implications of that statement. He also turns red "Well, I have absolutely no explanation for why I said that." He stutters. I try not to laugh, grinning slightly. "Don't mind me, just over-reacting. It's fine. Just for tonight. It's just practical." I ramble, trying to calm myself a bit. He smiles a bit "Alright. Just for tonight. We go shopping tomorrow." I nod, taking a deep breath. This should be interesting.

I know nothing's going to happen. But I still obsess over everything, as is typical of me. This is a bit of a big deal, not matter how casually we try to pass it off. I shouldn't be so freaked out, but he makes me want to be perfect. Even though I know he doesn't really care. I care. Finally, I tell myself to knock it off and leave the bathroom. I shouldn't be worried. Why am I? It's just Jordan. I stop dead in my thoughts. What am I saying? Just Jordan? The Jordan?! I sigh, telling myself to stop. I crawl under the covers, and wait for him to come in. I gradually find myself retreating under the blankets, hiding, I suppose. I've fallen into a complete panic attack by the time he enters the room. My heart pounds at about a hundred miles an hour. This is completely irrational. I hear him stop on the other side of the room. "Why are you hiding?" he asks quizzically, chuckling slightly. I peak out at him "No reason." He grins, laughing quietly. "No, there's a very good reason. Being myself." I sigh. "Fine. You got me." He smiles "Don't worry; I'm just as awkward as you." I relax a bit. At least I'm not making a big deal out of nothing. "Is it alright if I lay down now?" he asks, teasing me a bit. I push the covers back, coming out of my hiding hole. I nod slowly. I can't help from tensing up a bit as he does so, as far away as he possibly can. I raise an eyebrow "Don't fall off the bed in your attempt to get away from me." I mumble, laughing. He smirks. "I don't bite." He says, scooting out of the danger zone. "I don't know about that." I say, smiling a bit. He holds up his hands "I promise!" I laugh "Ok then. I believe you." I must seem like such an idiot. Like a scared 3 year old. I take a deep breath. "I'll try not to scare you too much." He says, grinning. Then he rolls over so he's right next to me. I jump a bit, surprised. "I thought you were trying not to scare me." I say sarcastically, letting my heart recover from that shock. "Did I?" he says, smiling slightly. I give him a look "No." I mumble. He grins "Good. Had to break the tension somehow." I sigh, trying to stop my face from turning any more red. He stares at me for a moment. "Would it scare you too much to hold my hand?" he teases. He really must be feeling mischievous tonight. I think for a moment, and on some insane whim, I slide closer, leaning my head on his chest. He wraps his arms around me gently, sighing. "There we go." He says softly. I smile slightly, my heart growing warm. This isn't so bad.

"Why are you so worried about scaring me?" I tease back, grinning. He laughs. "I really shouldn't be. But you seemed, I don't know, nervous?" I tilt my head "Well yeah. I'm shy and inexperienced. Shouldn't I be?" He shrugs "I'm in the same boat." I raise an eyebrow "Oh please. You're Jordan Maron. Do not tell me I'm the first girl. I won't believe you." He sighs "Maybe not. But you're the first one I actually care about. I don't want to mess anything up." I smile, glad he didn't lie. It's not like him to lie. "Well you're doing a very good job." I say quietly, starting to doze off. He smiles "Good. Night Ali." He says, shutting his eyes. "Night Jordan." I whisper. That's the last thing I remember before I fall into my dreams.

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