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

He's Got A Love Like Woe: Scene Thirty-Six

Scene Thirty-Six:

Jordan crumpled up the letter that lay on the pillow next to him. Unlike the warm words written with pure love and devotion, Jordan felt cold and enclosed. It seemed as though without the warmth of his companion laying flush against him, Jordan felt the chilling breeze of loneliness sweep over him in the midst of the empty bedroom.

No longer was it filled with undeniable passion and adoration. The air around Jordan felt bitter and frigid, leaving him to shake and curl himself under the sheets further. The droplets of sweat that marred his skin now left a bittersweet memory of love making and sounds of satisfaction. Jordan had never felt so unequivocally detached from Christofer, even if he was only leaving a few hours to run an errand. He even dreaded the day he might feel this way if Christofer did leave him, for good.

Jordan sighed, turning over on his back to look up at the bland ceiling colors. He was letting his thoughts spiral out of control and he needed to stop it before it became too much, before he began to plant doubts into his mind.

With the crumpled note in the palm of his hand, Jordan clambered out of the sheets that were tangled around his ankles and started venturing around the room to look for his haphazardly thrown clothes that were laying on his floor. Even new fabric he found led to the immense build-up of guilt inside of him. Jordan hadn't meant to allow such a intimate and private matter to happen under his mother's roof, no matter how much he joked around about the subject he knew it was still inappropriate to do so.

Although, he couldn't help but not regret it either.

When Jordan made his way into the kitchen, he stopped by the fridge to peak inside of it's illuminated goodness. He hadn't realized how many calories he and Christofer had burned last night, the thought bringing a blush to his cheeks in modesty, and Jordan now noticed how hungry he really was. He grabbed the carton of milk off the top shelf before taking a cautious glance around him, in case his mother was hiding behind some sort piece of furniture, before sticking the carton to his mouth and drinking heartily from it.

"Aha!" A female voice cried before Jordan felt a stinging slap to his back. "I knew it! I knew you always preferred to drink it straight from the carton!"

Jordan choked on the milk, spilling half of it onto the floor and his shirt. He wiped the residue off of the corners of his mouth and chin before glaring at Katelyn, whom looked at him innocently.

Jordan swore, raising his hands above his head. "God damnit, Katelyn!" He yelled, tossing the empty carton into the sink nearby. "Why do you always insist on continually sneaking up on me?" He spun towards her, his icy glare freezing her on the spot. Jordan had hoped that when she saw his grave manner she would become shocked to her senses, but he didn't expect to pause when he witnessed her attire. She wore a red, floppy hat with largely framed sunglasses and a dress. "What are you wearing?" Jordan asked, incredulously. He couldn't help but feel a smile pull at his lips, even though he was supposed to stay solemn. "Wait a minute, why are you even here, at my home out of all the places in Indiana?"

Katelyn frowned, pulling at the ends of her hat. "You don't like it? I dressed up for vacation, since it's finally about time that you and the rest of the boys are free from work." She then narrowed her eyes, her hands on her slim hips. "And what, you don't want me here, Jordan?"

Shaking his head, Jordan placed the note from this morning into his pocket. He had forgotten all about it. "No, I do want you here and you know that. I'm just a little busy at the moment." He ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly.

"Busy?" Katelyn cried, her eyes wide. "What could you possibly be busy with? You just started your break from touring and Pete hasn't asked  you to visit him until the month of August!"