Please Remember Me

Chapter 8

Jordan POV

I sat on the passenger's side in complete silence. Now they know they was wrong for that. Amir ain't always been like that. Matter of fact he was sweet.

And Josh. I expected that out of him. Josh is the type of person you call heartless. I mean he cares for me but still!

My phone vibrated and I saw a picture of my dad.

"Yea?" I answered.

"Your mom and I got the work call. We will be gone for two more weeks." He said I sighed loudly causing Josh to look at me.

"When are we gone ever be a family again?!" I snapped.

"When this job gets done. Now we are leaving you money and my car. And don't have any boys over." He said.

"Yes daddy." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay. I love you." He said.

"Love you too." I hung up the phone.

Josh stopped at the red light. He avoided eye contact with me. If I was him I would too!

We soon pulled up to my empty home. I opened the door to get out but he grabbed my arm.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

"No." I said.

"Oh come on. I'm sorry." He said.

"Yea tell her that." I got out and slammed his door. I stuck my key in the hole and opened the door to my empty home.

I walked up the stairs with my heels making a sound on every step. Finally I got to my room and immediately stripped down. I took a hot bath and slipped on my pajamas.

I grabbed my phone and saw I had a missed call from Amir. I decided to call him back.

"Hello?" He answered.

"You called?"

"Yea I wanted to come over." He said. I looked down at my Barbie onesie.

"Seriously now?" I asked.

"Yea. I'll bring a movie." He said. I looked at my clock and saw it was midnight.

"Fine." I shrugged as if he could see me.

"Alright. Be there in five." and with that being said he hung up.

I lied back on my bed staring at my mirror ceiling. I wonder why he wants to come over.

"Can I come over?" His weak voice sounded through the phone.

"Why what's wrong?" I asked. I sat up off my bed worried.

"My mom and dad are arguing again. I wish they will just divorce." He sounded so hurt.

"Of course you can come over. Just text me so I could unlock the door." I told him.

I tip toed down the stairs at 9 pm. I let Amir in and we sat in the couch in silence. I knew he didn't want to talk about it so I won't bring it up.

"You don't have to hurt like this." I told him.

"Why not? He yelled at her several times telling her to go to hell." A tear fell down his cheek. I kissed it away.

"Lay down on the couch and I'll bring us some blankets." I said.

"Us? You not sleeping in your room?" He asked confused.

"No. Why would I? My best friend needs me."

I heard a knock at the door. I took my time and opened the door. He came in with a pillow and blanket in one hand and The Best Man Holiday in the other.