A Little More Love (Jordan Witzigreuter / The Ready Set)

Chapter 10 - Can We Talk About This?

*A/N: Finally another update! I'm sorry it's taken so long but I've been super busy. I hope this was worth the wait.*

I woke up, rubbing my eyes and reaching for Jordan, but when I reached out my arms he wasn't there. I was alone in the bed. I rolled over and got up to look for Jordan. I came downstairs and found Jordan in the kitchen making pancakes. He was busy with the stove and had his back to me so I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Hey there sleepy head," he said, turning around and kissing the top of my head.

"Hi," I giggled, hugging his chest.

"I hope you're hungry," he smiled. "Cause there is no way I can eat all these pancakes by myself."

"Well I'd love to help you," I said. "Do you need me to do anything?"

"No, no," he said, taking me by the waist and lifting me off the ground. "Cute people are not allowed to play near the stove."

I wiggled my legs, trying to escape his grasp. "Jordan," I squealed. "Put me down. Let me help you."

Jordan set me down one of the chairs around the kitchen table, "No, you're the guest, you're not supposed to be doing the work. You just sit here and be cute, I'll make the pancakes."

"But."

"Stay," Jordan cut me off.

"Fine, I will," I pretended to whine. I sat there watching him as he flipped pancakes and cooked bacon. He put the food on some plates, poured some drinks and walked back to the table.

"Pancakes for the cute girl," he smiled, bending down and kissing me.

"Oh, shut up," I playfully pushed him away.

We ate our pancakes, Jordan asking me if I liked them about 50 times, me saying yes every time, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

"I'll get that," he said standing up. I stayed at the table, pushing the last of my pancakes around in my syrup. "Fuck," I heard Jordan mumbled as he approached the door.

"What's wrong?" I called from the kitchen.

"Nothing babe," he called back. "Don't worry I've got this." I wondered what he was talking about. I heard the sound of the door unlocking and the soft squeak of the hinges as Jordan pulled it open. "Hey Travis, what brings you here?" I heard him say.

Suddenly I felt my whole world come crashing down around me. I'd been so happy with Jordan this morning I had completely forgotten why I was there in the first place. I had came to get away from Travis, who was probably still furious with me and possibly even more against me being around Jordan than he was before. I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I tried to figure out what to do.

"You know why I'm fucking here. Where is she?" I heard footsteps as Travis came through the front door.

"Baily is in the kitchen," Jordan said calmly. "But hold on can we talk about this?"

"What is there to talk about?" Travis asked. "I don't wanna know about you trying to bang my little sister."

"For the love of god Travis! I slept on the fucking couch!" I shouted from the kitchen. The last part was a lie, but I didn't think Travis was in the mood to hear my explanation as to exactly how we slept and the lack of sex it involved. 

I heard more foot steps as Travis made his way to the kitchen. "There you are!" he spat. "Why the hell are you in his clothes?"

Jordan came up behind Travis, "Hey, man can we just talk about this for a second?" 

"No, I'm done talking about this. This," Travis waved his arms around me and Jordan. "Is done. Baily come on we're going home." 

"Travis can we try to have a calm conversation about this?" I asked. 

"We're going home!" Travis snapped. 

"I don't wanna go home if it's gonna be like this," I said softly. "Why can't we just try to work things out?"

Travis grew visibly angrier, "I told you no, we're going home and we're going home now."

"Does none of this concern you?" Jordan asked, turning to Travis. 

"Does none of what concern me?" Travis said through gritted teeth. 

Jordan looked at me and then back at Travis. "You flipped out on her and she got so upset she ran away. And now, you're still flipping out, and you expect her to want to come home?" I thought I saw Travis' eyes soften for a second but his anger returned so quickly I couldn't be sure if it was ever really gone. "Do you wanna talk to me, her, or both of us?"

Travis rolled his eyes and sighed, "I'll talk to both of you; then maybe this will be over faster." He slid into the chair across from me. Jordan sat down next to me and took my hand. "Don't touch her," Travis growled. Jordan sheepishly let go of my hand and slid his arm back into his lap.

"Listen man," Jordan took a deep breath. "I wanted to ask Baily on a date, but I wanted to ask for your permission first, and when I did you said you'd think about it. And I know I technically went behind your back and asked her..."

"That you did," Travis cut him off. 

Jordan let out a sigh, "But," he said resuming his sentence. "I think your sister is really sweet and all I wanna do is take her dinner. I'm not trying to get in her pants; and I'm sure not trying to hurt her."

"Yeah like I'm gonna believe that," Travis rolled his eyes once again. 

Jordan slammed his hands on the table. "You know what Travis stop fucking saying that!" he stood up. "I would never, ever treat a girl like that and I'm personally offended that you keep saying I will." 

I felt my heartbeat quicken and I grew more and more anxious as the two of them raised their voices.

"How do I know you wont?" Travis shouted. 

"Please stop yelling," I whispered, my voice growing small. 

Neither of them seemed to hear me. "I don't wanna fight with you I just wanna ask a girl out!" Jordan yelled.

"Please stop yelling," I said again, slightly louder. 

"You can ask out a girl out! Any girl! Just not my sister!" Travis stood up from his seat. 

"Please stop yelling!" I shouted over their voices. Both boys grew silent, turning their attention to me as if I had just entered the room. I stood up from the table and faced Travis. "Listen Trav, Jordan didn't wanna ask me out cause he didn't want you to be mad at him but I convinced him to anyway cause I really like him. If there's anyone you should be mad at, it's me. I started all this and I'm sorry." I turned my attention to Jordan next; "Jordan look, I really really like you, and I mean really really really like you; but I don't wanna cause any problems between you and Travis, especially with the band and everything. I'm sorry I got us into this and I feel terrible but I'm not gonna pull you any farther into this," I guestered between the two of us. "If it isn't gonna work out. I'm sorry, both of you; now I'm going home." I took a deep breathe, grabbed my keys off of Jordan's kitchen counter, and began walking to the front door. 

"Baily wait!" they called after me; but I was already gone.