AN: Hey, so this my first fan fic, please tell me what you think. It's quite short as I couldn't see past this huge moment. I'm hoping to develop it into a story though so let me know if you've got any plot ideas :) Angela's voice overs are in italics.

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There was a small hole in the vinyl, I'd never noticed it before. But now it was like, it called all my attention.

Angela could feel Jordan's eyes watching her but she couldn't bring herself to look up.

It was as if his stare, like, generated all this pressure. Like looking at his actual face, would be this unbelievable feat.

Jordan shifted nervously in his seat, going over the words he'd tried so hard to remember, tried so hard to think of in the first place. He closed his eyes, in an attempt to somehow create some distance, to be able to think.
They were parked not too far from the school, he was unsure where he'd wanted to take her, every place just felt so used. He needed somewhere new, somewhere they hadn't experienced yet.
He opened his eyes and opened his mouth just hoping that the words would come.

"I...I just...I need you to know." His voice felt so disconnected from his mind, like there was this wall.
Fuck, why is this so hard, he thought.
"I didn't write that letter." It was barely a whisper. The words just hung there, in this space, in this void that he wanted so much to be closed.

Angela's eyes remained fixed on that small hole, her finger picked at its edges. She was hardly aware that she was in his car, her thoughts pushed madly in her head but refused to be audible.

"I just needed you to...know," Jordan continued, his voice seemed to quiver under the words.

Angela could feel the heat from his presence, it made her head burn, she knew she had to be in this conversation, she needed to respond.
She managed to breathe out a horse, "why?"

Jordan didn't really know why, all he knew was that he was unable to use his words to ask her forgiveness, they were like not worthy or something. He leant his head back in his seat and closed his eyes.
"It's like...like I can't," Like what Catalano? Like you can't talk to her? No that's not true, I can, just why not about this?

He decided that any explanation, however unworthy, was better than none.
"I just needed you to forgive me...cos I'm...sorry..."

Angela's eyes moved from the seat to his knee, she noticed the soft shake that was running through it.
He's really trying, she thought.
"You could've said that..."

He shifted closer to her.
"It was like so much more than that...though."

His eyes were searching what he could see of her face, just wanting her to look up, just wanting this void to be closed.
Angela slowly lifted her gaze from his knee to his shoulder and gradually to his face. She could see the honesty in his eyes, "so... tell me now."
Jordan reached his hand over and slowly tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Angela..." he spoke her name softly and delicately. He let his hand continue to caress her face.
"I'm sorry."

There are these times where something can feel like so made up, like you can't bring yourself to be there in case you wreak it.
Because it's so fragile like even your breath could bring it all down.

Angela held Jordan's gaze, trying to take in his words, trying to process.

His fingers brushed against her lips, her breath hitched. He had kissed her so many times but this felt so much more intimate. He was just there, him, not the fantasy, not the obsession, just him. He moved forward slowly, searching her eyes for any hint of rejection, he kissed her softly letting his mouth linger for only a second but keeping his face just as close.

"Angela?" the warmth of his breath made her head spin, she closed the small distance between them with her own lingering kiss. She felt her eyes sting and let one tear roll silently down her cheek. She felt it drop off and fall down her neck.

"Angela?" he whispered again, "please...tell me."

"I forgive you." The words barely made it out before Jordan was kissing her again. He held her so tight in order to break any existing space between them. He kissed her along her jaw bone and finding the place where the tear had fallen, he moved up the trail it had left on her face, he kissed her eyelids one at a time and let his head come to rest upon her shoulder.

They stayed like that for a while, neither one willing to ruin the moment. Jordan was in total shock, he had always known he'd liked Angela, even though at times he didn't let himself believe that. But it wasn't until that moment that he realized how much he needed her, not just needing to be forgiven, but her. He had told her, told her through his own fumbling words that he was sorry and she accepted him, forgave him.

So what do you think? I'm struggling to think of an actual plot for this thing, but there feels like there's a huge weight off me now, now that I've resolved that haha.