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Letters to You
The phone next to her head was ringing. Jordan woke from her sound sleep and turned over to look at it. "Woody" the screen read. It stopped ringing. Jordan put her head back down. As soon as her eyes closed, the phone rang again. She pressed the square button on top (a/n: it's a Nextel feature thingy) to disconnect the phone.
"I can't deal with this right now." She said to herself as she turned her phone off and rolled over to go back to sleep.
I'm writing againThese letters to you
Not much, I know
She had been staying in some crappy, little hotel by the airport. Jordan hated L.A. She hated being away from home. But most of all, she hated doing this to Woody. Jordan couldn't bear the thought of hurting him, which is why she ran away. She kept telling herself that time to cool off was the best thing for them both. She didn't need to be the one to break his heart. She didn't need to be the one to get hurt either.
Realizing that there was no going back to sleep now that she was thinking of all of this, Jordan pulled herself out from the mess of comforter. She looked at the clock. It read 2:30 pm 'It's a lot later than I thought' she said internally. She hadn't slept that late in a long, long time.
Her feet hit the floor and she tried to lift herself out of bed. Realizing she was a little more hung over than she thought, Jordan made her way over to the shower.
After a cold shower, Jordan got dressed and decided to go for a walk and get something to eat.
But I'm not sleepingAnd you're not here
The thought stops my heart
Woody was trying to figure out what to do. Now, he found himself in the bar, waiting for Max. Woody was staring intently at the wood grain that made up the bar top. He was so focused on that bar that he didn't notice Max talking to him.
"Woody!" Max yelled.
"Huh? Oh, sorry." Woody replied coming out of his daze.
"You look like you need a drink. Whiskey. No beer will fix what you're got." Max said as he grabbed a glass.
"How 'bout a double?" Woody replied.
"Oh, well then. It's about Jordan if you're drinking a double."
"Bartenders know everything. I swear."
"Well, I read people for living. And I can read you pretty well. And I know my daughter. Dare I ask what she did this time."
"I sacred her away. Again." Woody said as he took the first sip of his whiskey. He winced at the taste.
"If I know Jordan, she'll come back. It'll take some work and so frustration, but she'll come around. She really cares about you Woody." Max said with that guru look in his eyes. "You may need to track her down and convince her."
"Garrett says she needed time."
"That's true. But you need to be there. If she has time alone, she'll just talk herself out of it. She makes all decisions based off of her emotional fear. Sense means nothing to that girl. Jordan is stubborn as a mule." Max paused and a small smile came to his face. "I'll tell you one thing though, she doesn't get that gene from me." They both laughed.
Woody's tension began to disperse. The monkey was slowly climbing off his back. Woody decided he was going after her. He pulled a 10 out of his pocket and laid it on the bar. "Thanks, Max. I gotta go." Woody said and jumped up. Grabbing his coat, Woody was gone. Max was confused, but not surprised by the suddenness of Woody's actions.
"For the love of God Jordan, please don't be stupid." Max said to himself, shaking his head.
Do you notice I'm gone?Where do you run to so far away?
Woody made his way back to his apartment. He threw some clothes in a duffle bag and made his way to Lagan airport. He wasn't going to let Jordan get away that easily. Woody parked in the daily parking and grabbed the shuttle to the main terminal. Woody walked up to the United Air booth.
"How can I help you, sir?" the young woman asked with a smile.
"Yes, um… I need a seat on the next available flight to LAX. I need to got tonight." Woody pleaded.
"Ok… we have one seat left on the 12:45 am flight. It stops in Cincinnati. You'll be there by 9 am tomorrow morning."
"I'll take it," Woody said putting down his credit card.
"Ok… here you are Mr. Hoyt. Gate B 15. Have a nice flight."
"Thanks," Woody grabbed the ticket and was on his way through security.
He sat in a seat by the gate for hours until the flight boarded.
I want you to know thatI miss you
I miss you so…
Jordan ended up going to some dumpy bar. A bad band was playing and some loser guys were hitting on her. After feeling sufficiently violated and plastered, Jordan called it a night. She walked back to her hotel.
Jordan went into her hotel room and pulled off her shoes. Glancing over at the clock she groaned. It was 1:47 am. She fell into the bed. It took about an hour for sleep to overcome her.
I want you to know thatI miss you
I miss you so…
The next morning, Woody arrived in Sunny California. He called in to his boss and requested a few days off because his "uncle was sick." 'What a lame excuse,' he thought to himself. Woody rolled up to the sunset division. Woody was greeted by the cop he had worked with on Faye's case.
"Do you think you could trace a credit card for me?" Woody asked the officer.
"Sure. Name?"
"Jordan Cavanaugh."
"Um… a couple places in the last week. I'll print 'em up for you."
"Thanks, man." Woody said giving him a pat on the back.
Woody sat in the rental car and looked over the places on the list. Only one hotel. Woody made his way over to the "Sun and Sand Hotel" near LAX.
I want you to know thatI miss you
I miss you so…
Woody strolled in and up to counter. "Hi, I need a room number for Jordan Cavanaugh." He said with his usual smirk. Woody couldn't wait to see her. One, the look of shock on her face would make him laugh. Two, he really need to talk to her and sort through everything. He wanted to assure her it was all ok.
Woody paced in the elevator. He was so nervous. His palms were sweating and his heart was racing. The elevator doors peeled back. He walked down the hall. "405," he said to himself, "this is it." He raised his hand to knock.
No more lookingI've found home…
TBC…
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