25 Days of Jordan

Day 18

The last pages of my book disappeared all too quickly. I sighed, closing it and tucking it beneath my arm as I sat on the trolley to my parent's home. The people I had met in San Fransisco so far were too nice for my taste, wanting to talk to anyone who was free. I always brought a book to try and combat it, but now I had nothing.

My trolley was rather full today. The only free seat was the one right beside me at the moment.

Please, please, please God, let this be the whole load, I prayed.

The trolley stopped. No one got off. One person got on.

I cursed, fixing my black hair slightly with the wind that blew in. The guy who got on was hot, I'll admit. He was short but of a respectable build, had a black quiff of hair with a well shaven face, and was wearing a black T-shirt and green basketball shorts. I had no idea who he was, but a young girl seemed a bit excited over him. Maybe an admiring niece waiting for him? No, he walked right past her.

Again, I realized I was sitting next to the only free spot on the trolley. I held my breath. I didn't want him to sit next to me. I was nowhere near presentable. I had on a pair of those fuzzy-on-the-inside boots, yoga pants, and a thin sweater trying to look Christmas-y. I didn't really want to have to actually explain it.

Walk past, walk past, walk past, I chanted in my head.

He stopped by my seat and looked down at me with a smile. "Mind if I sit?"

I cursed under my breath. "Yeah, sure," I muttered.

He sat, and the trolley started moving once again.

"I'm Jordan," he said, trying to start up a conversation.

"Alexis," I replied, trying to end it there.

"What are you reading?" he asked, pointing to the book tucked under my arm.

I really didn't want to talk, but I couldn't be rude. "Time Between Us."

"What's it about?"

"A guy who can time travel falls in love with a girl living seventeen years before him, and it's a bit problematic because he's not supposed to be there." I was talking openly to him, I realized. Something about him made me comfortable doing that. Maybe how smooth he was? I don't really know.

"Cool," he said with a grin.

I have him a small smile back. "It is."

A few street corners passed by my window before he spoke again. "Where are you going?"

"Visiting my parents and little sister for Christmas."

"I'm just visiting a friend. Do you come here a lot?"

I shook my head. "You?" He did likewise. "The people here bug me, honestly. They're so amiable."

"Person of solitude, are you?"

"You could say that."

He chuckled. "Well," he said, looking up, "this is my stop coming up."

He got up to exit, but I grabbed his arm. "Wait." He looked back, confused. I took out a pen from my purse and wrote down my phone number and name on the bookmark I was no longer using. I handed it to him. "Text me. Or call. Doesn't matter much to me which."

He grinned. "No problem."

~1 year later~

I toasted Jordan with the wine glasses we were drinking Coke from and took a sip.

Over the last year, we'd gotten pretty close. I learned about his YouTube channel and he had gotten me into gaming, particularly Minecraft. I'd met some of his friends, like Tom and Erin. It was great, really.

"Exactly one year," he said.

"Yeah."

"Any regrets?"

"Yeah." He laughed. "Stupid trolley ride." He laughed harder, and I joined him.

*****

Don't really have anything to say except screw you Nikki

Screw you

-iluvpb22