No Such Thing As Broken

Chapter 4: Will they

Susan, for the first time in a long time, was truly happy. The kind of happy where she could flunk out of class and not care. The kind of happiness where it felt like joy and butterflies were everywhere she went. The kind of happiness where you just can't be sad. Things were looking up for her, her friends knew what she was and did care. Jordan even made some brownies and invited them over to eat them. They were amazing, he had put chocolate chunks in them and then slightly underbanked them so they were still gooey and delicious. They had eaten them while they were still really warm and Susan just wanted to hold that warmth inside of her forever. Jordan was always warm. He was like a soft light in Susan's life. He reminded her of a blanket, covering and protecting from all the wanted to bring harm onto their lives. Plus the whole group now smelled like freshly baked brownies and that was amazing.

The group of four enjoyed the quiet of the boy's house. He lived at with his parents at home and commuted to school on a daily basis, but at the moment his parents were out of town so he had no one to cook for. So he had invited them all over, a sort of celebration for Susan trusting them enough to tell them her secret. Jordan's house was on the larger side of homes in the area, it was by no means a mansion but the open floor plan made it seem bigger than it really way. The kitchen took up most of the bottom floor and was the only thing you couldn't see from the front door as it was hidden behind one of the bathroom walls.

"So why aren't going into culinary school?" Roz asked, reaching for more food. She was up on the couch next to Jordan and had to reach for the sweets on the small table to the left of her. Susan was a little put off by her presence, but hid it well by stuffing her face. Can't make a sly comment if your mouth is full.

"I rather help people, go somewhere in life." He answered and looked at Susan "It's my reason."

"But you can help people by feeding them."

"Not really." He laughed and took a bite of his creation. "Most people who go to school for that end up working at some high end fancy restaurant that even the richest can't eat their fill at. That of disappearing onto the streets." his voice was lower than normal, but only a little, hardly noticeable unless you knew what it was.

"Most people" Lauren added "It doesn't mean it has to be you."

"School is incredibly expensive though, if I didn't want to live my life in debt I would have to." than, as an afterthought "My parents used my college money to buy this house back before 2008. We kept the house but I ended up having to pay for it. I'm getting through school right now mostly through scholarships and my grandparents."

"This is a nice house though." Roz said as if oblivious to what she was implying. She probably was, she hadn't spent a cent on even books. Her dad had covered everything, even the mini fridge in their dorm and a whole new wardrobe for the girl. It wasn't even that uncommon for him to wire her some money so she could go out and have some fun in the city. The fun usually involved clubs and partying. Her father only had a glimpse of what she spent her money on.

Susan walked around the room, her bare feet feeling every little thread in the carpet. "Who's this?" she asked, looking at a photo. It looked like a summer vacation, Jordan sitting on a sand beach with a girl by his side.

"Oh, that's my older sister Katlyn." Jordan said with his mouth full. The girl didn't look much older than he did but there was also a photo of her graduating college next to the beach photo. Must be at least four years if not older. "She's off making her mark on Broadway. Only been in a couple of shows so far but she's also holding down a job as a substitute teacher."