(Shot of Angela watching TV, while sitting on the couch)
AngelaVO: Nine years, it took me and Jordan nine years. I can't believe he thought about me everyday. I mean it was like things between us were reversed.(pause) He doesn't seem like hes the same Jordan.
(Jordan sits down next to her on the couch)
Jordan: Hey.
Angela: Good afternoon.
Jordan: Afternoon?
Angela: Yeah it's one.
Jordan: Really?
Angela: Yeah. Ummm your phone rang about 15 minutes ago.
(He gets up and walks to Angela's room (OS). Angela still sits watching TV)
JordanOS: SHIT!
(Angela jumps. He comes out putting his black button up over his white shirt.)
Jordan: Where are my shoes?
Angela: Are you leaving?
Jordan: Ahh hah. (starts to put his shoes on) Yeah I gotta go.
AngelaVO: Well not everything changes.
(He grabs his jacket off the couch, and kisses Angela on the cheek)
Jordan: I'll call you later.
Angela: Bye.
Jordan: (walking to the door) Later.
(He opens the door and Rayanne and Rickie stand in front of him)
Rickie: Hi. (somewhat embarrassed)
Jordan: Hey
Rayanne: Have fun last night?
Rickie: Rayanne! (pushes her through the door way)
(Jordan kinda smiles, shakes his head and closes the door)
(Angela is at the window, Jordan on the street trying to get a cab, one pulls over he looks up at Angela and smiles. Angela smiles and walks away from the window.)
Rayanne: So it took you guys long enough.
Angela: Longer than you.
Rayanne: Hey, cheapshot.
(They kind of laugh it off.)
Rickie: Well?
(Angela just smiles)
(Jordan enters a resturant, buttoning up his shirt. Shane meets him about 10 feet from the table)
Shane: Where the hell have you been?
Jordan: I was busy.
Shane: Are those the same clothes you were wearing last night?
(Alex interrupts)
Alex: Ummm... yeah he's waiting.
(The three of them take a seat at the table, joining Danny and a man in a suit)
Jordan: Sorry about being late I had something come up last minute.
Man in suit: That's allright, I'm Scott Riley.
Jordan: Jordan Catalano. (they shake hands)
Scott: Well Mr. Catalano I happened to catch the set you played last night, and I really liked it. I think you would be a perfect addition to Militia Records. I have a contract for you to look over if you're interested.
Jordan: Can I see it?
Scott: Sure (he gets it out of his briefcase and gives it to Jordan) It's a standard contract. There's a $15000 signing bonus, and we'll buy you a bus to tour in, any equipment you want is yours. The only catch is that all songs on your first album must be approved by us, but after you've got free reign. (pause) So gentlemen, can I call you the newest members of the Miltia family?
Jordan: (He looks to the rest of the band and they all nods their heads) Yeah, you've got a deal.
Scott: Excellent. I'll need all of your signatures and the bottom there and your initials there, and it's official.
(They all sign)
Scott: Well guys, I'm gonna need you to fly next week to San Fransisco to meet your manager.
Alex: I can't afford that, and I'm not sharing a room with any of these clowns.
Scott: Don't worry your covered and I'll get you guys four rooms. I'll call Jordan with the rest of the details.
Alex: Why Jordan?
Scott: (sarcastically) I like him the most.
Alex: Wait a minute--
Danny: Excuse him he's a little self centered.
Scott: (laughs) I'll catch you guys later.
(Danny hits Alex)
Alex: What!
(Angela stills sits on the couch, but shes changed clothes, still watching TV. Rickie sits at the bar connected to the kitchen type thing Rayanne in the kitchen)
Angela: Hey Ray, what time is it?
Rayanne: 8:00. Still nothing?
Rickie: Maybe he had something really important to do.
Angela: Yeah right.
Rickie: Well it's possible. Maybe he's really changed.
(A knock at he door)
Rayanne: Allright pizza's here.
(Rayanne opens the door)
Rayanne: Hey your a natural.
(Jordan comes in with a box of pizza)
Rickie: Here let me pay you back. (he takes out his wallet, Angela is still staring at the TV)
Jordan: Nah it's allright, I got it.
(Angela turns around)
Angela: Jordan! (she runs up to him and kisses him and hugs him)
Jordan: (surprised by the greeting from Angela) Hey.
Angela: What are you doing here?
Jordan: Umm, I just came by to see if you wanted to go somewhere.
Angela: Where? (still excited to see him)
Jordan: (not showing his nervousness) I was thinking dinner maybe?
(Angela sees he wearing slacks and white button up, and his jacket)
Angela: Someplace nice?
Jordan: Ohh yeah.
Angela: Kay I'll go change. (she goes to room)
Rayanne: (in the kitchen again eating pizza) Sit down you wanna a beer?
(He sits next to Rickie at the bar)
Jordan: Umm...sure.
Rickie: So what brought you to New York?
Jordan: The band really. Shane said we'd wouldn't get noticed in Three Rivers.
Rickie: It is a pretty small town.
Jordan: So I hear you started a fashion company.
Rickie: Yeah it's not that popular.
Jordan: (looks around the apartment) Coulda fooled me?
Rayanne: So why'd you cut your hair?
Jordan: The army kinda made me.
Rayanne: Oh yeah I forgot you're private Catalano now.
Jordan: Lieutenant Catalano... actually.
Rayanne: Hey you're movin' up in the world.
Jordan: I guess.
(Angela walks out)
Angela: How do I look?
Rickie: Beautiful!
Jordan: (realizes he's supposed to answer) Uh... great.
(Angela not the answer she was looking for but close enough)
Jordan: Ready?
Angela: Yup.
(They leave)
(Rayanne just shakes her head)
Rickie: What?
Rayanne: It's like Deja Vu all over again. (thinks about her statement then decides to leave it alone)
Rickie: No they never had sex last time.
Rayanne: Sex or no sex. Guys like Jordan are born emotionally unavailable and stay unavailable.
Rickie: We'll see.
(Angela and Jordan sit in a rather nice resturant)
Jordan: Angela we have to talk?
AngelaVO: Everyone knows that those are the worst word to hear. (aloud kind of stumbling) About what?
Jordan: Well the show last night was for a record label called Militia Records and they thought we played good last night so they decided to sign us.
Angela: That's great, (sees the look on his face) isn't it
Jordan: Yeah but there's a catch.
Angela: Well what's the catch?
Jordan: They want us to go to San Fransisco.
Angela: San Fransisco? As in California?
Jordan: Well... yeah.
(Silence as Angela takes it in)
Angela: So where does that leave us?
Jordan: Well that's something I wanted to ask you? What are we?
Angela: I don't know. I thought we were a couple.
Jordan: Really? 'Cause that's kinda what I was hopin' for but I didn't want to get the wrong idea.
Angela: Well when do you leave?
Jordan: Next week.
Angela: Well what are we gonna do?
(the waiter sets their food in front of them)
Jordan: Eat?
Angela:(smiles but she wants to talk about it) Yeah...eat.
(They're at Angela's door)
Angela: So do you wanna come in?
Jordan: Actually yeah but I gotta meet Shane pretty early
Angela: Okay well good night.
(she leans in to kiss him, he stops her)
Angela: (very suprised) What?
Jordan: What are we gonna do about me leaving?
Angela: Well you have to leave, I guess we could try to keep in touch but it--
Jordan: (interupting) Why don't you come with me?
Angela: To San Fransisco?
Jordan: Well yeah.
Angela: There's no way I could do that, I have a job, Rickie and Rayanne are here, my life is in New York.
Jordan: But you don't need a job, you told me that Rickie pays for the apartment, and I guess they could come. I could ask Cole to get another room.
Angela: I can't afford that Jordan.
Jordan: It's free the label pays for the tickets, rooms whatever.
Angela: I don't know I'll think about it.
(She starts walking in her apartment, Jordan grabs her hand)
Jordan: Please come with me?
Angela: I said I'll think about it. (She kisses him passionatly) Good night Jordan. (She closes the door leaving him standing there)
(He stares at the door for a couple of more seconds then walks off down the hall)
Im thinking about writting two seperate stories from here, a normal one, and a cross-over with CHARMED. I'm not sure but I'll update as soon as possible. Let me guys know if the CHARMED thing is stupid or not.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
In previous chapters I wrote Jordan and Danny writing two songs:
"Only One" is off of Yellowcard's CD Ocean Avenue
"Satelittle" is off of Strung Out's CD An American Paradox