Sorry it's taken so long to update! Life got in the way a bit. This chapter is short, and it feels very rushed to me, but I wanted to get something up and hopefully jumpstart the story again. Hope you enjoy:-)

Chapter Four: Silence?

Woody had done his time with Dr. Stiles, and he and Jordan were heading home. They hadn't said anything when he came out, and they now sat in silence in the car.

"Woody?" Jordan asked.

"Yeah."

"Are you okay?" Jordan's forehead was creased with concern. Woody seemed tense, but she couldn't pinpoint why.

"I'm fine," he said shortly.

When Woody didn't offer any further explanation, Jordan asked him again.

"Are you sure you're okay, Woody?"

Woody sighed, irritated. "Yes, Jordan. I'm fine."

Unsure how to take Woody's abrupt change in behavior Jordan nodded. "Okay," she said softly.

After another five minutes of silence, Woody finally spoke. "Are you sure about this, Jordan?"

"Sure about what?" she asked, confused.

"Are you sure about us?" Woody was definitely in a bad mood.

"Of course I'm sure…why?"

He looked at her sharply. "You didn't tell Stiles about us."

Jordan was still confused. "No…I didn't want to have to endure all of his teasing, and then his analysis of what it all meant. I just thought it would be easier to not get into it."

"Well, you made me look like an idiot," Woody spat. "He had no clue what I was talking about."

"I'm sorry, Woody…I didn't realize that would happen," Jordan defended herself.

"Are you really sure you're not backing out of this? Maybe now that we're back in the real world, you'd rather have things go back the way they were," he continued. "Did you even mean it when you said you love me?"

Jordan was completely floored, and hurt. "Yes, I meant it. How could you think I didn't?"

"Oh, well let's look at your track record," he said sarcastically. "I'm just so sick of having to put up with your commitment issues!"

"Woody, just because I didn't talk to Stiles about you doesn't mean that I don't love you…or…or that I don't want to be with you," she answered. Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes…how could Woody do this to her again? Jordan squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep the tears in. It didn't work, and a few poured down her cheeks.

Woody looked at her like she was growing three heads. "Now what are you doing?" he asked.

Jordan groaned. "What does it look like?" She angrily wiped her eyes.

"No way. You never cry," he said.

"Just because you've never seen me cry doesn't mean I don't…and you can't tell me what to do! All of a sudden I don't fit into your little mold of what I'm 'supposed' to be like, and so I must not love you anymore. Woody, that's not fair!" Jordan yelled.

"Yeah, well you never had to put up with yourself!" he shouted back as he pulled up in front of Jordan's building.

Jordan started sobbing. "Woody, I love you. I love you so much…I can't even think about life without you…it hurts so much," she nearly choked on the words. "But I can't keep going like this. I can't be with you if you don't trust me! I can't live wondering if you believe what I say to you."

She paused, drawing a shaky breath. "If that's the way it's going to be, then we're better off staying apart." It sounded as if the words were killing her.

She wiped her eyes one more time and opened the door.

"Jordan!" Woody called, but it was too late. She had slammed the door and was already inside.

Woody slammed his hands on the steering wheel. Why did he always overreact and screw things up?

He laid his head on the wheel, the silence ringing in his ears.