1Summary- She just wanted a place to stay and Mort Rainey just needed some inspiration. When Mort meets Jordan Rees, a young writer who is more disturbed than he is- he found his inspiration. But can he help her find himself and can she help him from destroying the rest of his life? What happens next, isn't normal. Not a romance and takes place during the movie.
Chapter One-Misunderstood
'Oh god, they're staring at me again.' Jordan Rees thought to herself as she bent over her paper, shielding it from the prying eyes. She was a freshman in College and was supposed to be writing a paper for her World History class, but she had an idea in her head that she just had to write down, lest she forget it. Closing her eyes, Jordan tried to block out the whispers of her fellow classmates, trying to focus on her story instead.
You see, Jordan was considered strange by many people. It was said that she was a bit 'unstable' and she was known to have strange, irregular mood swings. But her personality wasn't the only strange thing about her. For one thing, she was terribly pale and thin and had dark purple circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. Her friends and professors worried about her health, but knew there was nothing they could really do about it. It was best to just leave Jordan alone-just leave her alone and nothing bad would happen to either of you.
For another thing, her clothes were always mismatched, rumpled and far too baggy on her small frame. She always wore a pair of beat up, 'Converse All Stars', but one was red and the other was bright blue. Same with her socks-one was a knee high black argyle and the other was a short white sock that barely came up to her ankle. Her pants were baggy, black cargos that had huge pockets which were always stuffed with pens, pencils, erasers and other various things. Her shirt today was just a plain olive green t-shirt--today she managed to not put it on backwards or inside out.
Her hair was long and copper colored. It was always tied back and always looked tangled and unkept. But despite all of this, Jordan was a simple, pretty girl with deep, heavy lidded hazel green eyes, nicely arched eyebrows, full lips which were turned down in the corners-giving her a rather wistful look. Her face and arms were lily white-it suited her well. Her nose was nice and small and her face had hardly any blemishes on it.
But no man asked her for her phone number, talked to her in the hall, carried her books for her or even offered her a friendly smile. Why? Because she was 'unstable.' The only friend she had at College was David, a musical genius as people described him. He was a tall, thin man with short brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was also rather pale and very handsome, but no one talked to him either because he associated with Jordan and people thought he was 'unstable' as well. David was perfectly normal though and he didn't seem to mind the fact that no one talked to him because of his friendship with Jordan. He knew she needed him and in a way, he needed her.
He was the only one who really understood the depths of Jordan's brilliance, for although she dressed in strange clothes and sometimes talked to herself out loud, she was a talented writer. She could read material many years beyond her own age. When she was 14, she was reading the Iliad, Edgar Allen Poe and Stephen King. As she grew older, her writing improved greatly, but unfortunately, so did her 'unstableness.'
David knew she was one of those misunderstood, 'unstable' geniuses and so he treated her with respect and praised her work. He was gentle with her and made sure she laughed and smiled often, for sometimes she had suicidal tendencies. Jordan loved David like a brother and so she tried to keep her 'unstableness' as under control as she could manage it. She wanted him to have as normal of a friend as possible.
"I miss you David." She whispered, even though he was sitting a few rows back from her. Jordan felt lonely even if someone was a few feet away from her, she needed them to be right beside her in order to no longer feel lonely.
As if knowing what she was thinking, David balled up a piece of paper and chucked it at her. It smacked her in the back of her head. She wheeled around and he grinned at her and shrugged. She gave him a small smile and picked the note up off the floor before the professor spotted it. She unfolded it and shielded it as well, her eyes traveling quickly. That was another part of her genius, she was a very quick reader.
'What's bothering you, cherie?' The note said. Jordan smiled to herself. Cherie was one of David's nicknames for her, because she and him had taken French all through High School and were both pretty fluent in it. Jordan had thought it sounded pretty and so David began calling her by it. She picked up her pen and began writing a response-
'It's them. They're staring at me. I don't like it. Why do they stare? Am I some kind of freak? How would they know? How could they all know? Am I that different? I don't like it, David.' She balled it up and tossed it back to David, watching him unfold it and read it, watching his face for any kind of expression. At last he picked up his own pen and scribbled something down before throwing it back to her. She unfolded it quickly and read the response.
'You are not different, remember? Remember Erik? Van Gogh? They didn't understand them. That's all there is to it. They just don't understand you.' She glowered as she read the note and then wrote in thick, capital letters-
'I AM TIRED OF BEING MISUNDERSTOOD.' She threw it back to David and turned her back to him, not wanting a reply this time. She didn't want his encouraging words right now.
But she was tired of being misunderstood.
A/N: Well, there's the prologe. This is one of my more serious stories. I have more humors/romantic ones, but I wanted to try something new. Tell me what you think, please. Any kind of review helps.
