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Jordan's POV It was currently 3:00 PM on a Friday.
I had just finished all my classes for the day and week and I decided to go shopping.
Not the type of shopping you think. I was going to head over to the music store.
There was this one store about thirty minutes away from here that sold instruments and vinyls. That place was my safe haven. I visited regularly.
I had a vinyl collection so I was going to check and see if there were any more that interested me.
If you couldn't tell by now. I love music. All of it. From the rhythm to the singing. All of it.
Kennedy had left campus from about three hours ago seeing as her classes ended early on Fridays.
She was probably down the by cafe working her shift. If I finished in time. I would pop in to visit her.
Buckling myself into my Jeep. I pulled out of the campus parking lot humming Jhené Aiko as I made my way to the other side of town.
I arrived to the small corner store in a little more than half an hour due to traffic.
It was a Friday after all.
I entered the shop and as I opened the door a little bell dinged from above.
The vinyls here were endless.
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The old man who owned the store "Mr. Cooper", greeted me.
I greeted him with a smile. "Daija isn't here today?", I questioned referring to his granddaughter.
"Yes. She around the Back.", he said with a warm smile.
"Shall we?". I stated as he hooked his arm through my elbow.
See, growing up. I never had a father figure. Though my mom did her best. Some days I just felt lost.
I didn't have an example in some ways what it was like to be treated by a male figure.
Though my uncles and cousins tried their best to teach me. I still felt like something was missing.
I have had to become independent from a young age and though I've had boyfriends. The relationships ended fast because of my inability to be affectionate as it relates to cuddling and kissing. The whole intimacy aspect of a relationship.
It's not that I can't. I'm just scared. I honestly don't think I know how.
I knew my mom loved me. But she never pampered me. I never got the kiss on the forehead or the random hugs.
That fear then turned into meaningless sex. Now here I am.
Mr. Cooper was that person who I would call an escape. He was like my own personal guardian angel. A father figure if you must.
