Jordan
I was pacing my living room like a rat in a maze, at war with myself. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t let go of it. The phone was in my hand. Should I do it, though? Should I call Adam and ask him if he would like to come over? I wanted to. My hands itched with how much I wanted to. How could I go to sleep knowing that he was somewhere, unable to do the same? I was in a position to help him out, but the pressure in my chest told me it was more than that. It was probably why I was still mulling it over instead of calling him.
Call him.
Don’t call him.
He’s an asshole.
He changed.
People don’t change.
Maybe sometimes they do.
Finally, I told the voices in my head to fuck off and dialed Adam’s number. I was wondering if I was making a mistake when my doorbell rang. I rolled my eyes and went to answer the door, only to blank out when I found Adam standing on thedoorstep. When his phone started ringing, I immediately hung up, swallowing with difficulty.
“You were calling me?” he said, peering at his phone.
“Yeah,” I mumbled, clearing my throat. “Erm… yeah. I wanted to ask you about… Never mind.”
I moved to the side so he could come in, only to realize he’d brought a bag with him that smelled delicious.
“What’s that?”
“Food.”
He brought me food. That was unheard of.
“How did you know I was hungry?”
“You’re always hungry, Jordan.”
That was true, only in the past, he would rather let me starve than bring me a meal.
“Also,” Adam added, looking uncomfortable. “I need that thing again.”
I frowned in confusion. “What thing?”
“A sleepover.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. So… What will it cost me?”
It will cost you a fuck.
I flinched at the thought in my head.Jesus. No.
“Um…” I mumbled, trying to think of something else. “I want us to hang out.”
Now it was his turn to look confused. “Hang out?”
“Yeah, like sit in front of the TV and… hang out.”
He scratched his head. “I guess I can do that. What else?”
“I want a cuddle.”
