Saved By You (Trilogy) [Completed]

Twelve

Having Jordan so close was the best feeling in the world. Nothing could possibly beat this moment. It was as if we were made for each other, cause we were, and out bodies fit perfectly together like a puzzle piece.

She had her head on my chest with her leg over both my legs. I had my arms wrapped around her as I was staring at the ceiling, softly hearing the tv playing but not paying attention to it.

I glanced over at the clock on the bedside table and noticed that it was a little after one in the morning. I sighed then looked up at the ceiling, wondering why I couldn't sleep.

Jordan was sound asleep, I knew that for a fact. I wasn't going to make any movement to potentially wake her up cause I knew she needed her sleep.

I'll just lay here until I can sleep, whenever that is.

Rubbing small circles on Jordan's back, I thought about everything. I thought about my future, with or without Jordan. I thought about how far we've come in life, and everything that happened to this point.

Thinking about all this makes me wonder what would happen if we decided, more of myself, that we wanted to try again. Try everything again to where we last left it all. I'm not sure what could happen, but I know that I want a future with Jordan again, I just don't know how it's going to play out.

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"What's your plans for this weekend?" Casey was asking Jordan as we were all in the kitchen.

Trying to keep myself from falling asleep, I held on tightly to my coffee cup then took a sip as my eyes landed on Casey, who was watching me.

"Not sure, why?" Jordan asks.

Casey smiles then leans on the counter. "I got invited to one of my friends birthday parties and was wondering if you would like to come with me."

Jordan made a face as she was watching Casey. "A party?"

Casey nods then smiles. "Yes. It'll be so much fun, please?" She looks over at me. "Please, Alexis?"

I gave her a look. "I don't like parties."

"Who the hell doesn't like parties?" Jordan and I both raised our hands. Casey groans. "Just this one time. Please? Alexis, when was the last time you've been to a party?"

Shaking my head, there was no way in hell that I was answering that. I knew all too well that the last time I was at a party, I got so drunk that I ended up driving my ass over to Jordans like a fucking moron cause I thought it was my apartment.

Casey kept going on and on until finally Jordan told her to shut up then said that we would come. I wanted to bang my head on the table so hard that maybe, just maybe I'd end up with a concussion.

After she left, I caught Jordan staring at me and when I looked towards her, she softly smiles then walks over and sits down across from me.

"If you don't want to go-"

"No, it's fine." I sigh. "I'll just deal with it."

She nods, slightly smiling before reaching her hand over the table. I place my hand in hers and she rubs her thumb over my knuckles. "Alexis.. I really want to talk about us. I know that we never got a chance to but I really just want to talk."

I nodded. "I know, Jordan. We will."

"When?"

Shrugging, I stared down at our hands. "I'm not sure."

Every time I think about being with Jordan, I always have these voices inside my head telling me all kinds of shit that prevents me from even thinking about it, let alone talk to Jordan about it.

"Take all the time you need, Alexis. I'll wait for you."

Hearing Jordan say that made me smile. It had me thinking about the past, and even though I hate thinking of it, everything she says or does reminds me of myself back then.

It's crazy how things have changed now.

I was the one who sat here, wanting to talk to Jordan about us and everything, wanting her to open up to me about anything at all.

Now it's her.

After a while, we were sitting on the couch cuddled up together watching tv. She had her head against my chest as my arms were wrapped around her.

I couldn't help but smile as I was rubbing circles around her arm as my eyes were on the tv. I wasn't sure what we were watching cause all my thoughts were on Jordan at the moment.

Talking to her would be the best way to go in this situation, but I knew that all those voices are going to be up in my head the whole time.

I'm just scared on what might actually happen.