Coffee with Mike
Jordan woke up with a bruise on his left cheek bone. Fucking fantastic. He went out to the kitchen where he found Mike Lawson standing there, coffee in hand. Jordan began to walk backward when Mike beckoned him to come join him.
"Coffee?"
"No. I'm good."
"Hey. I'm truly sorry about… you know." Mike gestured to Collins bruised cheek.
"Oh. It's all good Coach."
"Today you can call me Mike."
Jordan eyed him suspiciously. "Naw I'm good with Coach."
Mike smiled. "Look. I'm truly sorry. It was a big misunderstanding."
"Yeah. I'm sorry about that. She doesn't see me like that I guess."
"Yeah. She doesn't," Mike confirmed with another sip of his coffee.
"Look. I'm moving out soo…"
"No! Don't do that." Mike sat his coffee down on the kitchen Island and walk over to the other side. "Look. I know your feelings are a little hurt right now. But she really needs you. She needs you to be her best friend. That's how she loves you. She loves you soo much in fact, she was willing to try to love you the way you wanted her to love you. If you ask me. That's real love. You're family to her."
"Umm. I don't know how I'm going to …"
"Just give it time. You're a great guy. You want a love that loves you back. You'll get over this. I promise."
"Okay."
"Now. About me."
"I won't say a word."
"I'm counting on it."
Mike padded Collins on his shoulder and walked back to Ginny's room.
