To the Place of No Return
"Get up Angela." Ricky whined, tugging at her sheets as she pulled them closer to her body. Ever since they had watched that special on Jaded Chase, she had been burying herself deeper and deeper into despair.
"No Ricky. It's over." Angela sighed, trying to close her eyes and remember what it felt like to feel the warmth of Jordan's body heat up her entire body as he hugged her … or that time she thought he'd wrote that song about her. What was it called … Red. In an attempt to cling onto her youthful happiness, Angela had recently dyed her hair red, one last time, in hopes that Jordan would return to her. All that was over now. He was going to be married soon and …
"No, it's not Angela. If it means that much to you then I'll…" Ricky paused. "I'll get you to see him."
"What? You'd do that for me?" She wondered, never asking Ricky to do anything like this for her before. Angela knew how much he hated to be used and Rayanne begged for backstage passes enough for the both of them.
"They'll be here in a couple of days, staying at a private hotel." Ricky informed me.
"But what about his finance?" Angela questioned, as her hopes started to fall again.
"Isabella will not be there. She's off doing her whole tour thing too." He reassured her.
"Oh, I love you Ricky!" Angela gave him a huge hug, releasing the smell of a week-old unbathed body.
"I love you to girl, but you really need to take a shower. Or two." He joked as Angela smiled and hopped out of the bed. Things were looking up. And maybe she'd even get to tell Jordan how she felt …
"So where are we playing next?" Trixie asked, poking at her freshly dyed pink hair.
"In New York, or something …" Tino answered, looking over at Catalano who was busy writing another song.
"Does he ever quit?" Trixie asked, reading his mind.
"Yeah, Catalano chill out. This is our vacation time dude!" Tino joked,
"It would help if you guys would let me concentrate. I'm trying to write." Jordan complained as Tino and Trixie looked at each other.
"Better get quiet. He's in one of his moods again." She whispered.
"Yeah, he's been like that since--"
"Stop the bus." Jordan demanded angrily. "Stop the bus!!" He hopped off the bus and started walking the rest of the way into town.
"We're almost there Jordan." Tino pleaded.
"Just get back on the bus and we'll be quiet." Jordan flicked her off in response as the bus pulled off. So much for third chances or a change of heart.
"I cannot believe that there's only going to be less than a week before I see him again." Angela gushed over the phone to Rayanne who was out of town doing Rayanne-like things.
"So, you're excited then?"
"Excited? I'm more than excited. I am so stoked that I can't even believe it's real. The idea of me seeing him again is just too much to fathom." Angela sighed thinking about how long she had waited for Jordan to return and how crushed she had been knowing that he was engaged.
"So should I prepare for the wedding then?" Rayanne joked.
"Not yet." Angela smiled. "I don't know if he'll even remember me."
"Oh, he'll remember. The interesting part will be to see how far that little wench goes to keep him. She'd probably kill for that paycheck he's getting." I nodded not knowing what to say at that moment. "When you see him, you'll probably be disappointed. I always thought Catalano was a loser." Rayanne added quietly.
"I think I should--" Angela's voice stopped as she bumped into a grungy-looking guy she barely noticed while on the phone.
"Excuse you." He mumbled in an oddly familiar voice.
Angela gave him the finger. "Asshole." She shot back, rushing to pick up her phone. "Some people." Angela whispered after making sure that she hadn't lost Rayanne. Looking back behind her shoulder, Angela realized that she had just crossed paths with … it couldn't be … Jordan Catalano.
(A/N: Thanks for the one review that I have so far, but I appreciate it and it is enough to inspire me and keep me going. I hope you love this next installment. –NL)
To come…
The first Angela and Jordan encounter
Who is Jordan's fiancé
And Raeanne's well-kept secret
