Two Heartbeats on One Page

Chapter 7

Bobette_the_Lizard_Queen: You're more than welcome to come, Jordan. Nate made it really clear that you wouldn't be intruding.

Bobette_the_Lizard_Queen: It's not a date or anything. It's just a bunch of friends getting together and I happen to be dating the guy whose house it's at.

Bobette_the_Lizard_Queen: Jordan. Put down the Twizzlers and stop moping and come to this party with me.

AnarchyForSale: It's Sour Patch Kids thank you very much.

Bobette_the_Lizard_Queen: Oh, gross.

Bobette_the_Lizard_Queen: But irrelevant.

AnarchyForSale: Wow rude.

AnarchyForSale: Also you spelled "delicious" wrong.

Bobette_the_Lizard_Queen: I am going to be there in thirty minutes to pick you up. My friend Justin is driving because he is awesome, and you will thank him for going out of his way, because he also lives at the house where the party is going to be. When I get there, you are getting in the car, even if all you are wearing is pajamas and flip flops.

Bobette_the_Lizard_Queen: Although I do suggest being presentable if possible.

AnarchyForSale: Um excuse me I am always presentable.

AnarchyForSale: But fine I will go to your damn party if I must.

Bobette_the_Lizard_Queen: Yes. You must.

Bobette_the_Lizard_Queen: I'll see you soon! =)

AnarchyForSale: Don't you dare smiley face me at a time like this.

User Bobette_the_Lizard_Queen has logged off

AnarchyForSale: Ugh one day all you fuckers will feel my wrath.

Jordan sighed and rolled his eyes, closing the chat window and putting up an away message for anyone else who might want to talk. Iffy had been hassling him to go to this get together for almost a week, and he'd been waffling about it the whole time, sometimes agreeing, sometimes changing his mind back and deciding he'd rather stay in alone. The latter wasn't good enough for Iffy, and she kept pushing until the very last minute. Maybe since it would just be a few close friends hanging out and not an obnoxious party with a bunch of people getting drunk, it would be okay.

It wasn't that Jordan wasn't interested in meeting her friends. He was grateful that even now, over a week and a half after his mini-meltdown, and then his confession of his feelings, she was still trying to tug him back into being social, not because she wanted him to be but because that was what he needed. Jordan needed to be around people, he thrived on it, and when he locked himself away like this, he started to wither like an under-watered houseplant. But he hadn't seen both Iffy and Nate at the same time since their conversation at CounterCulture, and he didn't know what Iffy had told him about his conversation with her at the cafe and how he would react to the guy who had a crush on him and his girlfriend showing up at his house. Nate was good-natured enough that as long as Jordan didn't make an ass of himself, he'd probably be fine, but regardless, what if it was weird?

He didn't give himself time to fall back into a spiral of feeling sorry for himself. Instead, he got up and got ready, pulling a clean pair of jeans over his boxers as he hopped around awkwardly looking for his binder. Eventually he found it and pulled it over his head, Velcro-ing it tight across his chest over his undershirt so it didn't scratch the sensitive skin of his chest and sides. He straightened everything out and grabbed the first t-shirt he reached out of his closet, a plain black band t-shirt.