Mistakes Made ✅

Chapter 6: Starting Over

[Ludi Linn as Jordie]

"But they treat you okay, right?"

"Yes, they're pretty nice - how many times do I have to tell you that?"

"I'm sorry. You know me; a protective brother and all ..."

She chuckled on the other line. "I'm okay, Jordie," she assured him. "You don't believe me?"

"I do, I do," he answered hastily, shuffling in the living room whilst thrusting his hand into the pocket of his jacket. "Just - yeah, keep socialising."

"That's your advice for today?" Jordie could practically see her smirking.

"Sure," he said, inwardly rolling his eyes at his own incapability to come up with a more percipient enlightenment. "Hey, look, I've got stuff to do. I'll ... talk to you soon?"

"Jordie, you take your time," she told him reassuringly. "Really. I'll be fine."

"But you just said that the girl-"

"I talked to her about it. She has her own issues," she cut him off mid-sentence. "Okay?"

"All right."

Jordie didn't realise he had been chewing on his bottom lip as he hung up the phone, his agitation from earlier beginning to dissipate from his own system. She's okay, he told himself as a form of self-reassurance. She's fine, damn it.

From the couch, his friend - Axel - who had just spared him a glance from the television screen, cocked an eyebrow at him. "Jackie again?" he asked.

Jordie nodded.

"She good?"

"Says she's more than all right,"

"Good," he said, fixating his gaze back on the television now, where a football game was currently being aired live. "Stop fretting, then."

"Like you haven't been fretting about that girlfriend of yours,"

Axel flipped him off, causing Jordie to let out a faint chuckle. "You think I never caught you murmuring to yourself?" he grinned at him.

"Which one would you prefer; catching me talking to myself or catching me watching stuff on the internet?"

"Depends. What kind of stuff?"

"Oh, I don't know, Axel. Videos on milking cows, I guess,"

"Not milking something else, I suppose?" Axel chanced Jordie a sideway smirk.

"Definitely not anything else," Jordie affirmed.

"Okay,"

"Cool,"

"Anyway, it's not like I haven't seen your recent internet tabs on your phone," Axel added with a grimace.

Jordie felt himself go rigid all over. "Oh my God ..."

"You need to delete some stuff before you actually lend your phone to your friends, man," he stated. "Especially when they're the snooping type. You know, like me."

"I don't want to talk about this-"

"And the wrong gender too?"

"I'm gonna have a migraine after this,"

Axel was doubling over, his cackles the only sound piercing throughout Jordie's apartment. By now, Jordie was certain that his face resembled one of a garden-fresh tomato. He hated it when he was defeated like this - and over a trivial conversation too, one that prompted him to feel as though he had been accused of blasphemy. And here his friend was, lounging on the couch in his own apartment, taking the Mickey out of him.