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Jordan's POV
Woody and I sat on a discarded wooded crate in the ally, in a comfortable silence, he gripped my hand softly, petting it, like assuring him self that it was real. I could see in the faint street light illuminating from the mouth of the ally. A gust of cold wind came by, softly, I leaned into him for warmth, he smelled good, like soap. Moonlight fell from the velvety night sky and gathered in puddles on the grimy pavement.
"So Farm boy, your okay right?" I asked timidly, I mean his sister was not only diagnosised with cancer; she was driving him into the ground. He gave out a long, shuttering sigh, and rubbed his head.
"I'm as right as mail." He stated, I wasn't convinced
"I think she's great, she's so strong, I wonder how she does it." I asked, wrapping an arm around his neck. He seemed to stiffen under my touch, more than likely from surprise, then he relaxed, and leaned into me for support, laying his head on my shoulder.
"This is a great view." He announced dully, setting his chin on my shoulder to look at me. I looked over to the building directly in front of us, it was dirty brick with graffiti covered door, and broken windows, it surely wasn't the most spectacular view.
"Oh, really?" I asked, tapping his nose playfully, "and what makes it so great." He didn't hesitate, he pulled me to him, slipping his hand across my cheek, took my lips in his. It was slow, almost too slow; he nibbled hungrily on my bottom lip, before his tongue explored soothingly, it wasn't rushed or anything, it was three years of built up attraction, but it was also something else, something spiritual about it.
When we broke apart, he caressed my cheek and whispered "You." I smiled, touched by his display of affection. After that one kiss, he stopped, and was just looking at me. I looked up, the clouds were breaking apart, reveling a sparkling, silky sky all done up and glittering sky. I smiled at the irony of it.
For a minute, he studied me, closely, it was kind of weird. Then his eyes fell to the ground, and he patted my hand tenderly, like it was a kitten, he looked incredibly child-like and innocent. Funny I had never found innocent attractive before.
"You know, I noticed you before I even met you." He stated so soft I could barely hear him. I was silent, encouraging him to go on. "I was at Starbucks, you know, the one across the street from the morgue, getting a latté' with extra sugar and cream, when you came out from the building. You were wearing a gray sweatshirt, and addidas jogging pants, your hair was pulled back." His eyes told me something that I noticed long ago, but was always too scared to admit to myself. I loved him. And he loved me; I could feel that familiar fear rise in my throat. I wanted to run, before he was hurt, before I was hurt, but I couldn't move. My legs were numb, this giddy feeling started up in my chest, I couldn't move.
"Woody, I think I love you." I whispered, barely perceptible. "God, I'm an idiot, Woody, I'm no good, I don't like to cook, if you brought your kids over, be prepared to pay a shrink, I can't handle feelings like this, I haven't loved, not the way I love you. I- I can't describe it, its different." His reaction was different than I expected, he chuckled.
"Jordan Cavanaugh, do you think I care if you don't like to cook or if you scare kids? I may be naive Jordan but I'm not stupid. I knew what I was getting into with you, I like you just the way you are, stubborn, difficult and obnoxious!" he joked, I punched him in the arm playfully.
"I'm serious Hoyt." I said in a mock-wounded voice
"So am I Cavanaugh." He whispered, leaning in for another kiss.
Woody's POV
When I walked up to my building, I saw my lights were on, Sabrina was home, I crossed my fingers that the place was in one piece.
"Hi Cupcake, how was the date?" she asked, unconcerned with wear I had been.
"What in the hell are you talking about?" I asked, she didn't look up from browsing channels on the TV.
"Oh come on Romeo, I know where you were, and I know what you did." She said in a mock-scary voice. She was in her pajama's purple, probably the only girlish color she owned. All wrapped up in blankets and pillows on my couch in front of the TV, I was just about to kick her off and tell her she had a TV in her room, which was made up of room dividers and a roll out bed, when I noticed sweat dripping off her forehead.
"Sabrina?" I whispered cautiously, touching her forehead, she was hot to the touch. "Sabrina?" I said again, she swatted me away and squirmed out from under the covers.
"I'm fine Opie" she said uncomfortably, it never ended, when she liked me I was Sparky, when she was frustrated I was Opie, "the doctor told me that if I got a fever to take a Tylenol, and it'll take care of the pain." I thought for a moment, she stood, watching me, gauging my reaction, waiting for a response.
"And did you take a Tylenol?" I asked accusingly, she shivered, that was answer enough. "Damn it Sabrina, why the hell aren't you taking it, huh, why are you torturing yourself?" I took her head in my hands "Sabrina" I whispered softly, tilting her chin up, her reserved blue eyes declined to meet mine, her lip quivered, yet she held fast, she would not cry, at least not in front of me.
"I don't want to talk about this now." She said pushing me away and walking off, her paces even but quick.
"I think now, is the time for now." I said
"You think Larry King has one pair of suspenders that he wears for the show, or like 14 million identical pairs?" she asked trying to elude the subject.
"Damn it Sabrina, stop being so damn headstrong, I get enough of that with Jordan, it's enough that I have to fallow her around making sure she doesn't die." I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw the fleeting look of pain that past over her clammy face when I spoke those words. "Swallow you're pride Brina, and take the damn Tylenol, please." I whimpered, she looked ashamed, but I knew that she would play it off
She picked up a box of Thai food that was sitting on the coffee table, attempting to straighten up a bit. "Yeah well, I'll be out of you're hair in a few months." She whispered her voice trembling, she ran, Thai box in hand and picked up her guitar case, heading for the door.
"Where the hell are you going?" I asked softly as she opened the door.
"Somewhere, I'll be back, don't worry about me." She said, then she turned back to me, looking me straight in the eyes. "Oh and by the way Opie, YOU SUCK!" she shouted throwing the box of Thai in my general direction, it hit my head with a pathetic thud, then came the distinct sound of her slamming the door.
"Well that went well." I said, wiping a noodle off of my work suit.
Footnote: Sabrina does sing in the next chapter! And I think the song fits well.
Jordan's POV
Woody and I sat on a discarded wooded crate in the ally, in a comfortable silence, he gripped my hand softly, petting it, like assuring him self that it was real. I could see in the faint street light illuminating from the mouth of the ally. A gust of cold wind came by, softly, I leaned into him for warmth, he smelled good, like soap. Moonlight fell from the velvety night sky and gathered in puddles on the grimy pavement.
"So Farm boy, your okay right?" I asked timidly, I mean his sister was not only diagnosised with cancer; she was driving him into the ground. He gave out a long, shuttering sigh, and rubbed his head.
"I'm as right as mail." He stated, I wasn't convinced
"I think she's great, she's so strong, I wonder how she does it." I asked, wrapping an arm around his neck. He seemed to stiffen under my touch, more than likely from surprise, then he relaxed, and leaned into me for support, laying his head on my shoulder.
"This is a great view." He announced dully, setting his chin on my shoulder to look at me. I looked over to the building directly in front of us, it was dirty brick with graffiti covered door, and broken windows, it surely wasn't the most spectacular view.
"Oh, really?" I asked, tapping his nose playfully, "and what makes it so great." He didn't hesitate, he pulled me to him, slipping his hand across my cheek, took my lips in his. It was slow, almost too slow; he nibbled hungrily on my bottom lip, before his tongue explored soothingly, it wasn't rushed or anything, it was three years of built up attraction, but it was also something else, something spiritual about it.
When we broke apart, he caressed my cheek and whispered "You." I smiled, touched by his display of affection. After that one kiss, he stopped, and was just looking at me. I looked up, the clouds were breaking apart, reveling a sparkling, silky sky all done up and glittering sky. I smiled at the irony of it.
For a minute, he studied me, closely, it was kind of weird. Then his eyes fell to the ground, and he patted my hand tenderly, like it was a kitten, he looked incredibly child-like and innocent. Funny I had never found innocent attractive before.
"You know, I noticed you before I even met you." He stated so soft I could barely hear him. I was silent, encouraging him to go on. "I was at Starbucks, you know, the one across the street from the morgue, getting a latté' with extra sugar and cream, when you came out from the building. You were wearing a gray sweatshirt, and addidas jogging pants, your hair was pulled back." His eyes told me something that I noticed long ago, but was always too scared to admit to myself. I loved him. And he loved me; I could feel that familiar fear rise in my throat. I wanted to run, before he was hurt, before I was hurt, but I couldn't move. My legs were numb, this giddy feeling started up in my chest, I couldn't move.
"Woody, I think I love you." I whispered, barely perceptible. "God, I'm an idiot, Woody, I'm no good, I don't like to cook, if you brought your kids over, be prepared to pay a shrink, I can't handle feelings like this, I haven't loved, not the way I love you. I- I can't describe it, its different." His reaction was different than I expected, he chuckled.
"Jordan Cavanaugh, do you think I care if you don't like to cook or if you scare kids? I may be naive Jordan but I'm not stupid. I knew what I was getting into with you, I like you just the way you are, stubborn, difficult and obnoxious!" he joked, I punched him in the arm playfully.
"I'm serious Hoyt." I said in a mock-wounded voice
"So am I Cavanaugh." He whispered, leaning in for another kiss.
Woody's POV
When I walked up to my building, I saw my lights were on, Sabrina was home, I crossed my fingers that the place was in one piece.
"Hi Cupcake, how was the date?" she asked, unconcerned with wear I had been.
"What in the hell are you talking about?" I asked, she didn't look up from browsing channels on the TV.
"Oh come on Romeo, I know where you were, and I know what you did." She said in a mock-scary voice. She was in her pajama's purple, probably the only girlish color she owned. All wrapped up in blankets and pillows on my couch in front of the TV, I was just about to kick her off and tell her she had a TV in her room, which was made up of room dividers and a roll out bed, when I noticed sweat dripping off her forehead.
"Sabrina?" I whispered cautiously, touching her forehead, she was hot to the touch. "Sabrina?" I said again, she swatted me away and squirmed out from under the covers.
"I'm fine Opie" she said uncomfortably, it never ended, when she liked me I was Sparky, when she was frustrated I was Opie, "the doctor told me that if I got a fever to take a Tylenol, and it'll take care of the pain." I thought for a moment, she stood, watching me, gauging my reaction, waiting for a response.
"And did you take a Tylenol?" I asked accusingly, she shivered, that was answer enough. "Damn it Sabrina, why the hell aren't you taking it, huh, why are you torturing yourself?" I took her head in my hands "Sabrina" I whispered softly, tilting her chin up, her reserved blue eyes declined to meet mine, her lip quivered, yet she held fast, she would not cry, at least not in front of me.
"I don't want to talk about this now." She said pushing me away and walking off, her paces even but quick.
"I think now, is the time for now." I said
"You think Larry King has one pair of suspenders that he wears for the show, or like 14 million identical pairs?" she asked trying to elude the subject.
"Damn it Sabrina, stop being so damn headstrong, I get enough of that with Jordan, it's enough that I have to fallow her around making sure she doesn't die." I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw the fleeting look of pain that past over her clammy face when I spoke those words. "Swallow you're pride Brina, and take the damn Tylenol, please." I whimpered, she looked ashamed, but I knew that she would play it off
She picked up a box of Thai food that was sitting on the coffee table, attempting to straighten up a bit. "Yeah well, I'll be out of you're hair in a few months." She whispered her voice trembling, she ran, Thai box in hand and picked up her guitar case, heading for the door.
"Where the hell are you going?" I asked softly as she opened the door.
"Somewhere, I'll be back, don't worry about me." She said, then she turned back to me, looking me straight in the eyes. "Oh and by the way Opie, YOU SUCK!" she shouted throwing the box of Thai in my general direction, it hit my head with a pathetic thud, then came the distinct sound of her slamming the door.
"Well that went well." I said, wiping a noodle off of my work suit.
Footnote: Sabrina does sing in the next chapter! And I think the song fits well.