Jordan's POV
Ok, call him, no big deal, no, I can't I'll tear into him like a stray dog into a turkey leg. I sat in my house cross-legged on the futon, with a box of Chinese food. I hadn't seen Woody, that was to be expected since I got home three hours ago, I had talked Garret into going home an hour ago, he wasn't happy about it ago. Silence shook my heart, it was thick all through out the room, and it spilt out into the street, I hated it like a sickness. Without Dad, I felt empty, with no one, no family, no home, I'm just a shell wandering aimlessly through life like a zombie, I couldn't eat, sleep, do anything but sit here, like a bump on a log, and wonder. Through the night, as it grew frosty, I wondered, I wondered if he was warm, if he had eaten, if he missed me as much as I missed him.
The phone rang disrupting my thoughts, it was Garret. "Just checking in on yah Jord, you okay?" "Garret I'm fine, go back to work," "Alright, if you need anything –""If you see Woody, would you tell him to call me?" "Sure angel, get some rest see you tomorrow?" it was a question more than a demand. "Okay, I'll be in work tomorrow." "No you won't you need to rest for a few days Jordan" with that he hung up and left me to sit in silence, again. I watched a bird fly around outside my window, it was a beautiful bluebird, with graceful wings, it flew so free out in the air, where it was, it belonged out there in the wild, I envied its freedom, its grace, its beauty, and it's since of belonging.
I was trying to deny the fact that I needed to talk to Woody, even though he was my best friend and the only person I even remotely trusted besides Garret, I denied the fact that I needed him more than he needs me. Being away from him for so long was tough, I could deny it no longer that I had to have him with me, if he wasn't this silence would kill me, I'd never be able to get up again.
I slowly and carefully picked up the phone, it shook in my hand I dialed the number, each button seemed to stick, I had to dial several times until I got it right.
"Detective Hoight" I paused, my pulse began to race "Hello?" "Woody" I said my voice trembling "Jordan? Are you okay" "I'm fine" "Listen I'm sorry about not coming to see you, I just... I just..." "you just what?' I asked not meaning to sound indignant but I think he took it that way "I can't see you that way Joe, what if you had died, right there in my arms, while I was sleeping, Jordan, I was so scared." "I'm sorry Wood –"was all I could manage before I dropped the phone suppressing quiet sobs, I could hear him yelling. I picked it up with unsure hands.
"JORDAN!?" "Ow, I just dropped the phone Wood" "Sorry," his voice was unsteady and uncertain, "Woody, will you come to dinner tonight" I bit my lip immediately, an entire night? "Sure" he responded a little curiously "Great, uh eight sound good." "Yeah it's a date," he said, he knew it would make me jumpy "don't do that" "do what?" he asked playfully.
Okay why am I freaking out, it's only Woody, right? What am I going to make, that one is solved fast, Pizza, beer, half eaten box of Oreo's. Okay now the overpowering task of trying to find something casual yet sexy to wear, sexy? What the hell is wrong with me it's Woody, that geek that I met a couple of years ago, why did I have to prove something to him, he was my best friend, not my boyfriend, oh, how depressing is that? I thought with a laugh, okay, time to raid the closet, little black dress, no, too sophisticated for a dinner of pizza and a movie. I finally agreed on plain, thin, black, tank top blue jeans and knee high boots. Now my hair, straightened and pulled back simple, like my life, I like things simple. Pizza was here, half pepperoni half cheese.
By the time Woody got here I was a wreak with nerves, I had changed my outfit three times, finally settling on the outfit I had originally picked out. The doorbell startled me, the stood there stupidly staring at the door shaking. Then I made my way to the door, I opened it slowly he was standing nervously at the door, still wearing the suit he usually wears at work. After a long, disconsolate minute of silence I motioned for him to come inside "I hope you like pizza" "sure" he sat down on the couch, looking out the windows unenthusiastically, he chewed on his lip, since I had found out about the little Prozac nap I took it had been bugging me, he seemed so happy all the time, why was he taking Prozac? I couldn't ask him, with what I did, he'd never speak to me again, Woody was to important to me, I couldn't Jeopardize are relationship it was to risky to ask about now, Later, I thought, after this has blown over.
"How are you feeling?" he asked with a nervous glance at the hospital band I had forgot to detach from my wrist "A little weak, a little tired but okay." I gazed at the pale silver moonlight streaming in threw the open window, it gathered in puddles on the carpet. We ate in complete silence, wind outside blowing around stray pieces of paper. After an agonizing dinner, we sat on the futon, not sure of what to do or say. Finally I turned on some music, nothing fancy just the radio. He looked at me with something new, a look that was new. "What?" he got a cheisher cat grin on his face. "You look really pretty tonight." "I do?" I asked with a mock- bewildered look on my face, his grin widened, "Want to dance?" I blushed; "Sure" I put my arms around his neck, his around my waist, firmly but gently, I leaned into him, laying my head on his shoulder. "Jordan before anything else –""Shh, woody just, Shh." He was quiet for the rest of the song, I hope he wouldn't notice the tears that were soaking into his sleeve. When the song ended I wrapped my arms around him tighter and leaped up to allow him to hold me as I cried into his neck, my mascara running, lipstick staining his collar. "Don't you dare ever leave me Woodrow Hoight, just don't." I managed "please" I begged him.
Ok, call him, no big deal, no, I can't I'll tear into him like a stray dog into a turkey leg. I sat in my house cross-legged on the futon, with a box of Chinese food. I hadn't seen Woody, that was to be expected since I got home three hours ago, I had talked Garret into going home an hour ago, he wasn't happy about it ago. Silence shook my heart, it was thick all through out the room, and it spilt out into the street, I hated it like a sickness. Without Dad, I felt empty, with no one, no family, no home, I'm just a shell wandering aimlessly through life like a zombie, I couldn't eat, sleep, do anything but sit here, like a bump on a log, and wonder. Through the night, as it grew frosty, I wondered, I wondered if he was warm, if he had eaten, if he missed me as much as I missed him.
The phone rang disrupting my thoughts, it was Garret. "Just checking in on yah Jord, you okay?" "Garret I'm fine, go back to work," "Alright, if you need anything –""If you see Woody, would you tell him to call me?" "Sure angel, get some rest see you tomorrow?" it was a question more than a demand. "Okay, I'll be in work tomorrow." "No you won't you need to rest for a few days Jordan" with that he hung up and left me to sit in silence, again. I watched a bird fly around outside my window, it was a beautiful bluebird, with graceful wings, it flew so free out in the air, where it was, it belonged out there in the wild, I envied its freedom, its grace, its beauty, and it's since of belonging.
I was trying to deny the fact that I needed to talk to Woody, even though he was my best friend and the only person I even remotely trusted besides Garret, I denied the fact that I needed him more than he needs me. Being away from him for so long was tough, I could deny it no longer that I had to have him with me, if he wasn't this silence would kill me, I'd never be able to get up again.
I slowly and carefully picked up the phone, it shook in my hand I dialed the number, each button seemed to stick, I had to dial several times until I got it right.
"Detective Hoight" I paused, my pulse began to race "Hello?" "Woody" I said my voice trembling "Jordan? Are you okay" "I'm fine" "Listen I'm sorry about not coming to see you, I just... I just..." "you just what?' I asked not meaning to sound indignant but I think he took it that way "I can't see you that way Joe, what if you had died, right there in my arms, while I was sleeping, Jordan, I was so scared." "I'm sorry Wood –"was all I could manage before I dropped the phone suppressing quiet sobs, I could hear him yelling. I picked it up with unsure hands.
"JORDAN!?" "Ow, I just dropped the phone Wood" "Sorry," his voice was unsteady and uncertain, "Woody, will you come to dinner tonight" I bit my lip immediately, an entire night? "Sure" he responded a little curiously "Great, uh eight sound good." "Yeah it's a date," he said, he knew it would make me jumpy "don't do that" "do what?" he asked playfully.
Okay why am I freaking out, it's only Woody, right? What am I going to make, that one is solved fast, Pizza, beer, half eaten box of Oreo's. Okay now the overpowering task of trying to find something casual yet sexy to wear, sexy? What the hell is wrong with me it's Woody, that geek that I met a couple of years ago, why did I have to prove something to him, he was my best friend, not my boyfriend, oh, how depressing is that? I thought with a laugh, okay, time to raid the closet, little black dress, no, too sophisticated for a dinner of pizza and a movie. I finally agreed on plain, thin, black, tank top blue jeans and knee high boots. Now my hair, straightened and pulled back simple, like my life, I like things simple. Pizza was here, half pepperoni half cheese.
By the time Woody got here I was a wreak with nerves, I had changed my outfit three times, finally settling on the outfit I had originally picked out. The doorbell startled me, the stood there stupidly staring at the door shaking. Then I made my way to the door, I opened it slowly he was standing nervously at the door, still wearing the suit he usually wears at work. After a long, disconsolate minute of silence I motioned for him to come inside "I hope you like pizza" "sure" he sat down on the couch, looking out the windows unenthusiastically, he chewed on his lip, since I had found out about the little Prozac nap I took it had been bugging me, he seemed so happy all the time, why was he taking Prozac? I couldn't ask him, with what I did, he'd never speak to me again, Woody was to important to me, I couldn't Jeopardize are relationship it was to risky to ask about now, Later, I thought, after this has blown over.
"How are you feeling?" he asked with a nervous glance at the hospital band I had forgot to detach from my wrist "A little weak, a little tired but okay." I gazed at the pale silver moonlight streaming in threw the open window, it gathered in puddles on the carpet. We ate in complete silence, wind outside blowing around stray pieces of paper. After an agonizing dinner, we sat on the futon, not sure of what to do or say. Finally I turned on some music, nothing fancy just the radio. He looked at me with something new, a look that was new. "What?" he got a cheisher cat grin on his face. "You look really pretty tonight." "I do?" I asked with a mock- bewildered look on my face, his grin widened, "Want to dance?" I blushed; "Sure" I put my arms around his neck, his around my waist, firmly but gently, I leaned into him, laying my head on his shoulder. "Jordan before anything else –""Shh, woody just, Shh." He was quiet for the rest of the song, I hope he wouldn't notice the tears that were soaking into his sleeve. When the song ended I wrapped my arms around him tighter and leaped up to allow him to hold me as I cried into his neck, my mascara running, lipstick staining his collar. "Don't you dare ever leave me Woodrow Hoight, just don't." I managed "please" I begged him.