Radio Hoe

Of Truths and Thunderstorms

That's Gir from Invader Zim, say hi because you'll want to remember him. Also, smut yay.

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Viola looked at Jordan and the girl before her, confused.

"You have a sister?"

"Yea, I told you about her remember?" Jordan spoke giving Viola a look that urged her to go along with his story.

"Maybe once," Viola shrugged remembering their conversation on the beach.

"Yea it's funny Jordy because I don't remember you telling me that you had a girlfriend either," the girl spoke up, her arms crossed and her brown eyes trained on Jordan.

She was definitely a lot more intimidating than Viola, but her height was a major contributor. She had to have been at least 5'9, which was a much better contender to Jordan's 6'3 frame than Viola's 5'4.

"This is awkward...."

"You're telling me?" Amelia scoffed. "We talked yesterday didn't we?"

"You didn't tell me you were coming."

"Do not try to turn this back on me Jordan Alexander," Amelia snapped back.

"You know I hate it when you call me that."

"Yea, I do. As much as I hate you not telling me shit like this," Amelia replied walking off before calling for Max to follow after her.

"That went well," Viola smirked.

"Shut up," Jordan groaned sitting on the barstool and resting his face in his hands.

"Hey- I'm the one who should be upset. Are you ashamed of me Jordan Alexander?" Viola asked chuckling.

"You're not funny woman."

"Aren't I?" She asked with a grin. "Go talk to Amelia. I'll work on our homework and maybe use the hot tub."

"Great more reason for me to not go talk to that ball of crazy." Jordan scoffed.

"She seems genuinely hurt, go talk to her and maybe I'll give you that kiss you wanted earlier."

"On the lips?"

"Yes," Viola replied shaking her head.

"Okay I'm going." He replied getting up and damn near climbing the stairs two at a time.

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Viola sat in the hot tub and let out a sigh of relief, Jordan was right; she really did this need this. She shut her eyes and allowed the peace to envelope her.

But peace was fleeting Viola had realised as Amelia's thick accent filled the air.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" she seemed to be yelling at Jordan. "THAT'S SO FUCKING SKETCHY AND- DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!"

She was definitely yelling at Jordan.

Viola looked up at the balcony to see a frustrated Jordan lighting a cigarette. She didn't even know he smoked. He seemed like he just wanted to be anywhere but there. She almost felt bad for him. Almost. He still hadn't proven he wasn't an asshole.

Luckily for him, Amelia came out and joined him, resting her head on his shoulder. They seemed to reach an understanding as she'd taken the cigarette from him and stubbed it out before giving him a hug.

Amelia pat his cheek before walking back into her room. Jordan's mood didn't exactly seem to lift as he stayed out there, watching the sunset, oblivious to the fact that he was being watched. Viola was curious as to what they were talking about before, she'd need to talk to Jordan later.