𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 | 𝐭. 𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 ✓

four ➳ real life

"JORDAN!" TARON SHOUTED as he knocked on the door to her apartment.

"I'll be with you in a second Taron!" The blonde haired woman shouted from her bedroom. She was busy trying to find her favourite shirt under the huge pile of clothes currently residing in the bottom of her wardrobe.

Jordan could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, "Jordan? Darling? Where are you?" She could hear the mesmerising Welsh accent as he spoke.

"In my room, I'll be out in a sec." She continued flinging clothes into everything corner of her usually clean bedroom! "Fuck, where is it?!" She cursed under her breath. She was too busy trying to find her shirt and mumbling a speaking a string of profanities, to hear the door open, where, in slipped Taron, dressed in a white t-shirt, which hugged his form in the right places, and black jeans.

Jordan felt two strong hands on her waist, causing her to jump, "Jesus, Taron, I thought you were still downstairs." The girl said, turning around to face the brown haired boy, "Darling why are you only half dressed, we aren't actually going to do anything, I thought this was just to annoy Sebastian." Taron said, raising an eyebrow, while eyeing the girls form.

"Do you mind not eye raping me!" She giggled, releasing herself from his embrace. "I couldn't find my shirt dumbass." She said, hitting him with her hairbrush, which she had just lifted off her dressing table.

"Which one is it? I'll see if I can help."

"The white one with black dots on it."

Taron walked over to my wardrobe, through the huge pile of clothes I had created, "Jesus, Jordan, how do you have some many clothes?" He asked, knew deep in the pile, "I don't know, I always get clothes as gifts for my birthday and Christmas or my mom just randomly buys me gift cards for clothes stores, so I guess that's how." Jordan said, shrugging as she spoke.

After a few minutes of searching, Jordan was beginning to give up hope of Taron finding her shirt, "AHA! I found it!!" The brunette said while lifting the shirt out of the one drawer she hadn't checked in, "That's the one drawer I didnt check." The girl responded, face palming as the boy jumped across the floor to hand her the shirt, "Thanks, Taron." Jordan replied with a smile.

Jordan had known Taron almost here entire life, they had once dated way back when, they'd even lost their virginities to each other, but there was never any awkwardness between the two after they'd split. It was always Jordan and Taron, Taron and Jordan. They're parents would always try to set them up, saying that they'd eventually end up gettting married and having kids. They always said that would never happen, but deep down inside, Jordan had always thought that one day, who knows, maybe they would marry and have a family together.

Taron felt the same, he wanted to settle down with Jordan, he loved her more than life itself, she was always there with him, through thick and thin. She never judged him, not even when he revealed to her that he has slept with someone else, He thought she would have been jealous, not that they were dating, but he still felt like he was cheating on her.

Jordan looked at Taron, admiring him, he was perfect, defined jaw line, soft, brown hair, blue eyes, strong build, very good looking. He was exactly the kind of guy she could see herself settling down with.

Jordan?" She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of a man's voice speaking to her, "Oh, sorry Taron, I was... Daydreaming! Yes I was daydreaming." She said, a little too quickly.

"Whatever you say, baby." He said, a sly smirk plastered on his face. "Fuck you!" Jordan shouted.
"Please do." He retorted, a grin on his lips.
"Not funny, Taron." Jordan folded her arms and turned around, back to him, jokingly.
"Hey, hey, I'm sorry love." Taron spoke, softly, while turning Jordan around, so she was facing him, "Please don't cry baby girl, I'm sorry." He said, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Jordan placed her head on his chest, hearing the gentleman thumps of his heart beat. "I love you, Jordan, you know that right?" Taron pushed Jordan out from himself a bit, so he could look her in the eyes, "I love you too, Taron. I always have, always will." Jordan spoke, tears forming in the corners of her bright blue eyes.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes, just gazing into each others eyes.

Jordan finally broke the silence, "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Hell yeah!" Taron shouted, pumping his fists in the air, "Lemme guess, you wanna watch something with Richard." The girl said, knowing the answer would have been yes.

"Of fucking course I do! Have you seen the man, he's like an angel, so sexy."

"I'm gonna tell him you said that." Jordan teased, "You wouldn't dare!" Taron said, pointing his finger at the blonde, "Oh, wouldn't I though?" She said, making a wild dash for her phone, so she vould text Richard.

"Jordan! No! It'll ruin me!" She heard Taron yell from behind her, "Too late." She said, a bright smile displayed on her face.

"I hate you." Taron huffed.

"I love you too, you little shit."