tordan one shots

'𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑'

'𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑': this first one shot  is pg friendly, no swear words, no sexual behaviour mentioned or shown, just i know you all probably know this but yeah safety kinda warning, don't sneak out / smoke underage drink k cool oh and enjoy the song you kiddos can listen to / jam out to while reading alriiiight bye :p

'i love you' is a figure of speech
used by family, friends or significant
others to show affection'
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JORDAN places her phone onto her nightstand, rubbing her eyes looking next to her is the empty bed that she has been sleeping in for the last year, ever since her ex boyfriend broke up with her she has been suffering from insomnia waking up in the middle of the night or unable to fall asleep feeling trapped constantly in her nightmare of her heart shattering, her ex boyfriend making a fool of her in front of all of her friends, losing one of her friends brittany because of the mistake she did, the tiny little mistake that affected her so deeply that she had to leave the country. LA is of course another country but she's grown used to it. grabbing her dressing gown and her cigarettes with the lighter attached from the side, stepping out into the balcony she looks around to see the dead light with a few lights on and the soft few cars driving past towards the airport, feeling an urge of sadness she grabs a cigarette out of her packet with her lighter in one hand she stuffs her cigarette into her mouth, her lilac lighter lifting up to her mouth and lighting the cigarette she inhales the nicotine that she has become addicted to, to ease the pain. blowing out the smoke she immediately feels at ease.

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TREVOR looks down at his phone again, 3:45am 16 missed calls from '😈👊🏼' crap... but he can't bring himself to care anymore, canada is boring him, he loves it but it's so boring, everyday he is stuck in the same routine, seeing the same people, like the truman show, he'd wake up, have breakfast with his girlfriend, go to work, have lunch with his colleagues, go home, watch tv, eat dinner and go to bed. trapped, no escape the same routine every day, he wants excitement he wants the thrill he used to get when he was younger, sneaking out his moms house and running in the streets with his friends drinking and smoking then rushing back before his mom would wake up. he misses that, the thrill. he misses jordan, he misses her extremely bright smile, her cheekiness, her 'who cares' attitude, who felt comfortable wearing no makeup around him. he wants her, but how is he going see her.