Sorry, guys! I meant to upload this yesterday, but my friend was over at my house for a sleepover, and I couldn't type at all. I would have posted it earlier, but there was a thunderstorm in my area and we lost power for a while. I couldn't type anything, and I couldn't post. It sucked! This chapter is really sweet, but slightly awkward at the same time. I hope you enjoy!
Oh, and thank you for all the reviews! 22 reviews on the first chapter! I have a feeling that this story is going to blow up in my face, and I need to prepare!
Kris's POV
I wouldn't be surprised if my eyes were permanently red and puffy, because I cried a lot. I cried myself to sleep in the car, and awoke in tears. The car ride was long, and I was in so much pain. When we finally got to Minnesota, I was still upset. We got out of the car, and into our new house. The house was huge. It was white, and looked really nice. The inside was twice as nice as the outside, with high-end furniture. I went upstairs, and into my room. My room was huge, and was painted a light blue. A bed was in the corner, and I sat on the floor. I got my laptop out, and went on Skype. I needed to see Jordan's face. I needed to see him. I called him on Skype, and he answered immediately.
The second I saw his face, I wanted to hop on a plane back to him.
He looked like he was in so much pain. His face was white, and his eyes were tormented. I wanted to scratch my way through my computer screen to him, but I restrained myself. Tears started in my eyes, and I cleared my throat.
"Hey." I said hoarsely. My voice was so low.
"Hey." He said, his voice choked. I bit my lip to keep the tears from falling.
"I miss you." I whispered. A tear ran down his face.
"Not nearly as much as I miss you." He said, a small smile on his lips despite the tears falling from his eyes. I laughed. A hollow, dead laugh.
"Yeah right. I'm fighting the urge to highjack a plane to get back to you." I said. He laughed, tears falling down his face.
"Grand theft airplane. That would make an amazing video game." He said. I grinned, and he smiled. A intense longing filled me, and I was half-tempted to drive that damn car back to him. We talked for a long time, and we didn't stop until my mom came in.
"Kristine, it is time for dinner." She said, coming in. She saw that I was talking to Jordan, and a strange look came on her face. I couldn't identify it.
"It's time for dinner." She repeated, her tone hard. "Say goodbye to Jordan."
My lip quivered, and Jordan looked at me sadly. He then looked at my mom, pleading in his eyes.
"Can't see—"
"No, she can't." My mom said. I looked at her, angry and shocked. "Say goodbye, Kristine."
"Fine, I will." I said. "Leave and I will."
She left, and I looked back to Jordan. He looked upset.
"If I could send a hug through Skype, I would." He said quietly. My eyes were tearing up again. I put my hand on the screen, trying with all of my heart to reach him. He put his hand on the screen, also trying to reach me.
"I miss you." I whispered.
"I miss you too. I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too." I said.
And we ended the Skype.
At dinner, I couldn't eat. I was not hungry, and the thought of food just made me sick. I couldn't fall asleep that night. The house was too big. It was haunting, and I felt like I was being watched as I stared up at the ceiling. The moonlight creeped through my blinds, and cast a pearly shadow on my lonely silhouette. I reached for my phone that was sitting on my bedside table. I turned it on, and went on YouTube. Jordan had uploaded the first episode of Modded Survival Season 3. I smiled, and clicked on it. The second I heard his voice, my fears and anxiety just melted away. He was there with me. My beautiful Jordan.
I fell asleep, thinking of Jordan.
Jordan's POV
I didn't think I would ever be happy again. Kris's departure left a cold shadow on my pathetic life. The morning after she left, I didn't want to get out of bed or do anything. Eventually, I did get out of bed and record some stuff. It made me painfully sad to record, and I didn't know why. Maybe it was the fact that Kris loved my videos, or something. I didn't know, but I was really sad and depressed. It was three o'clock that day when I got a text from Mark.
"Wanna do a server, bro? I found a really cool map." I sighed. Maybe my friends could make me feel better.
"Sure, man. Send me the link and I'll set it up. Is Nick doing it with us?" I sent, walking towards my recording room.
"Yeah, he's in for it. Here's the link, and Skype me when it's set up." Mark sent. I sent my agreement, and started setting it up. It was a pretty cool map, but even Minecraft couldn't distract me. My mind was too full of Kris. The way her eyes glowed when she smiled, and her dimples. I missed her so much, it was like a constant stomach ache. Anyways, when I set up the server, I skyped Mark. He answered, and so did Nick.
"You guys ready for some Minecraft?" Mark asked, his face in a small window. I nodded, and Nick agreed. So we started playing, and Mark and Nick were being their loud selves. I was quiet, and Mark and Nick didn't seem to notice. They were cracking jokes, but I didn't find them funny. I kept thinking of Kris, and my hands started to shake. I was holding back tears again, but I would not let my friends see them. We had been playing for only three minutes when Mark said:
"What's up, Jordan? We've been playing for a whole three minutes and you haven't said anything."
"Nothing's up." I said, my voice slightly shaky. A tear slipped out of my eye and onto my cheek. I swiped at it. Goddammit! Here come the freaking tears again. It was quiet for a second.
"Something's up, Jordan. You sound upset." Nick said. Some more tears slipped out of my eyes, and I wiped them away. They were making me feel worse.
"Jordan, tell us what's wrong. We won't laugh." Mark said quietly.
"I don't want to talk about it." I said quietly, my voice shaking again. Even more tears slipped out of my eyes, and Mark minimized his game. He went back to Skype so he could see me. He saw my tears. Shock and concern bloomed on his face, and I quickly wiped the tears off my face.
"What's wrong, Jordan?" Mark asked. Nick minimized his game, and looked at me too. I felt my face grow red. Wow, I have stooped to a new low. I was crying in front of my two best friends. Can I lose any more manliness points?
"Dude, what's going on?" Nick asked. My shoulders shook with suppressed sobs, and Mark and Nick just stared at me. Shock was apparent on their faces. Clearly, they have never seen me cry like this. Actually, they have never seen me cry. I hated crying. It made me feel like a baby. I didn't know why I was crying so hard so often. I felt like I was acting like Kris was dead, but I knew she had just moved away. It still felt like someone ripped my heart out, though. I wiped at the tears that were cascading down my face.
"I don't want to talk about it." I whispered.
"Please tell us, Jordan. You're crying." Nick said. I shook my head.
"Is it something to do with Kris?" Mark then asked. Her name caused me even more pain. More tears came out of my eyes, and I nodded.
"Did you guys break up, or something?" Mark asked. Nick looked at Mark, and then at me.
"Okay, since when has Jordan had a girlfriend?" Nick asked. "And why would this Kris girl break up with Jordan? What did you do, man?"
Mark shot Nick a look that clearly said: "Nice job, Nick Fenton. You just made it worse."
"I didn't break up with her." I said, wiping my tears again.
"Did she break up with you?" Nick asked. I shook my head.
"Then why the hell are you crying?" Nick asked. Mark shot Nick another look that said "You're being a dick, Nick."
Nick was being a dick, but they were my friends, and they had a right to know.
"She moved to Minnesota. And she can't afford plane tickets." I said. Mark looked at me with pity, but Nick just frowned.
"Can't you fly out and see her?" Nick asked.
"Sure I can. But I won't be able to see her whenever I want. Which is all the time." I said. I wiped my eyes again, and sighed. "I've gotta go, guys. Kris should be Skyping me sometime soon, so I have to be ready."
"Wait! I have to ask you something!" Nick said. I rubbed my eyes.
"Fire away." I said.
"Have you had sex yet?'
And I ended the Skype. I rubbed my head. I had just gotten a headache. I was completely wrong about what would happen when I talked to Mark and Nick. It didn't make me feel better. It made me, if possible, feel even worse.
Goddammit, Nick! Sorry for that, but it just kinda fit;)
But there is no sex in this story, just remember that. Sexual references... not really, I guess. Well... sort of. Sorry:)
Please review, 'cause it makes me happy, and I hope you have a Marvelous Monday!
