I sit curled up on Jordan's couch, with my head snug on his shoulder, I feel warm skin against mine, this is meant to be. We sit in silence, admiring each others presence. Jordan breaks the silence "there is something I have been meaning to ask you"
"What?" I lift my head from his shoulder.
"It's my moms birthday tomorrow, and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to Santa Barbra with me for a couple days?"
"Of course I would!" I hug Jordan.
"Are you ok to leave tomorrow?"
"Yeah, how long are we staying?" I ask
"Three nights, is that fine?"
"Yes, do you want to come to my house to help me pack, so really you can sit on my bed and watch TV while I shove things in a bag?"
"Sounds like a great time, lets go."
Jordan and I drive to my building, and walk into my apartment. Jordan heads straight for my bedroom. I grab a bag from my coat closet. "What's this?" I hear him say.
"What?" I say walking into my bedroom.
"You play guitar?" He asks gesturing to my acoustic guitar on my bed. I have never told anyone about it and I must have forgot to put it away before I went over, I guess I wasn't assuming we would come here.
"Yeah, a little" I say nervously.
"Are you gonna show me?" He says slightly bossily.
"No, do I need anything formal, for like I dinner or something?" I ask turning to my clothes closet, attempting to change the subject.
"Please Cy" he asks making a sad face.
"Fine, but just so you know I'm probably going to suck."
"No you won't, you're great at everything"
"No I'm not, and I have never played in front of anyone before"
"Oh, then you probably do suck."
"Do you want me to play something or not" I say
"Yeah, go" he says. I pick up my guitar and say "this is my favourite song, I know I can't live up to it but here goes. Flume by Bon Iver" I start to play, and sing, I don't know why I'm singing, because I have also never sang in front of anyone, but I think it's different around Jordan. He makes me feel free.
"I am my mothers only one,
It's enough,
I wear my garment so it shows,
Now you know.
Only love is all maroon,
Gluey feathers on the flume,
Sky is womb and she's the moon.
I am my mother on the wall,
With us all,
I move in water, shore to shore,
Nothing's more.
Only love is all maroon,
Lapping lake like leery loons,
Leaving rope burns, reddish ruse.
Only love is all maroon,
Gluey feathers on the flume,
Sky is womb and she's the moon."
Silence fills the room, what if I'm bad,what if he thinks I suck. "I told you I suck" I say putting down my guitar. After even more silence he blurts "that was amazing".
"You don't have to lie" I say
"I'm not"
"Ok" I say sarcastically.
"I'm serious"
"If you are then thanks"
"And yeah, you will need something formal." He says
I grab a red peplum dress for the formal wear. I need three outfits too, outfit one will be a denim crop top, a high waisted floral skit and an over sized cardigan. Outfit two is a black silk shorts, and a plain white layered top. And outfit three a pair of navy jeans and a grey baseball shirt with a teal 86 in the centre and two teal stores on the sleeves.
A/n
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Vegas, a CaptainSparkelz Fanfic
FanfictionWhat happens in Vegas, doesn't always stay in Vegas. One night Cyan Reynolds bumps into Jordan, the well known minecrafter, what will happen next? Read to find out.
