Beep. Beep. Beep. Jordan groaned and rolled over. The beeping of an alarm clock had got to be the worst sound in the world. Then her cell phone rang. "Ugh, perfect timing." She groaned as she sat up and stretched before reaching her phone. "Cavanaugh." She said into the cell grumpily. She wanted to let whoever was calling know she wasn't happy they had made her get up, even if it was time.
"Jordan? Did I wake you up?" Woody's voice chirped into the phone.
"Aren't we the morning person?" She told him, "My alarm was going off anyways, don't worry about it."
"Okay, good. Feel like going for a run?" He asked. She glanced at the clock. It read six a.m. She didn't have to be at work until eight thirty, she had time.
"Sounds good, meet me out front of my building in a half hour, alright?" She more or less told him.
"Sure, Jordan. See you then." He replied and hung up. She hung up as well and headed to the shower. Half an hour later she was dressed and cleaned in her kitchen waiting for the coffee maker to make the coffee. That's when she remembered last night's events. Sierra, Lara and Jessica were coming today, in three hours to be more specific! She needed to look her absolute best when they were around, because to them, appearance was everything, and she wasn't about to spend a week getting comments shot at her about how being mature made you look old and well, mature. She needed to look beautiful, sexy and fun around these girls, her 'best friends'. She then realized that Woody was supposed to be downstairs waiting in five minutes, and Woody was always early. She'd have to go tell him that she couldn't go for a run that morning. She hated disappointing him, but she couldn't. She impatiently rode the elevator downstairs and ran out the door.
"Hey Jo!" Woody greeted her, dressed to jog.
"Hey Woods." She smiled. He looked so cute in his jogging outfit. Jessica's words rang in her head, 'seen any cute boys lately?'. "Listen Woody, my friends… they called last night, at two in the morning, to tell me that they were flying in today to spend the week with me, and well, they'll be waiting at the airport in three hours, so I can't go jogging, I have to get ready." Jordan told him.
"Okay." Woody nodded, trying not to be disappointed because he didn't want to make Jordan feel bad. "What do you have to 'get ready' for your friends?" He asked.
"Me." She told him with a smile.
"You?" He asked with a laugh, hoping these friends weren't guys.
"Yeah, you see, Sierra, Jess and Lara… they're well, very immature. Appearance is everything to them, and I can't hang out with them looking like this." She told him, gesturing to herself.
"Why not? You look fine to me." He told her with a smile.
"Trying to earn Boy Scout points, Hoyt?" She laughed. "And by their standards, I do not look fine. I look old and mature and…" Jordan smiled and stopped going on and on about nothing.
"And what's wrong with that?" Woody asked innocently. He really didn't understand what was wrong with the way Jordan looked. Why would these 'friends' care so much anyways?
"Because these girls act like they're sixteen. They were having a sleepover last night and called me at two a.m. while taking a break from pedicures, heart to heart talking and magazine reading." She told him.
"And you're friends with these girls?" He asked in amazement. He never thought Jordan would have a 'heart to heart' talk with anyone, ever, little long read magazines and do pedicures.
"I used to be those girls." Jordan told him with a smile. "What you don't believe me?" She asked with a smile noticing the look of amazement on his face when she told him all of this.
"Uh, I guess I do." Woody laughed, although he really didn't. Jordan a superficial airhead? He couldn't see it.
"I guess you'll see this week." She laughed, "Seeing as I'm going back to my university years." Going back to being Jodi. She added to herself with a smile. She couldn't wait for the embarrassment that was going to bring her.
"I guess I will. Well I better let you go get yourself ready then. See you later?"
"Definitely, I want you to meet them. I'll probably set up a nice little get together for everyone tonight." She told him.
"Everyone?" he clarified.
"Yeah, Sierra, Lara, Jess, me, and you, Nigel…"
"I get the picture." He said with a laugh, "Sounds like fun." He added with a laugh before Jordan smiled, waved and rushed inside. She went back up the elevator, even more impatient during the short ride that time. She rushed into her apartment and realized she had been in such a hurry, she had locked her key inside. Great, I feel like an airhead now too. She thought as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Woody's number.
"Hoyt." He answered on the first ring.
"Woods, it's me. Can you come over here with that spare key I gave you? I locked mine inside..." Jordan explained, very embarrassed.
"Sure, Jo. I see you're getting right into character for you friends, aren't you?" He couldn't resist the dig.
"Your boy scout points are gone." Jordan told him with a laugh before hanging up the phone. She paced in the hallway for what seemed like forever until Woody emerged from the elevator.
"Hey! Thanks for getting here so quickly." Jordan told him with a grateful smile.
"Glad to help out." He told her. He tossed her the key and she opened the door. She rushed inside, not even taking the time to remove the key from the door knob. Woody followed her in, putting the key back into his pocket. He poured himself some coffee and went to sit on the couch. He had helped her out, so he was going to stay until he had to leave. Jordan looked beautiful every day, and he couldn't wait to see her when she didn't look 'old and mature' beautiful, but 'university, superficial, air-head' beautiful. Jordan was going through her closet crazily. She had to have some sort of outfit that she'd wear out on a wild night that her friends' would find appropriate for everyday that she could wear… the only thing was, she hardly had any 'wild nights'. She only went out with Woody, Garret, Lily, Nigel and Bug, and that was usually just for a quick bite to eat or some drinks, although everyone had made it quite clear that Woody wanted it to be more between them, but this wasn't the time to think about that now. She knew that Woody was still sitting in her living room, but she really didn't mind. He could help decide if she looked alright for her friends', and of course, who didn't want to hear a gorgeous guy like Woody tell her that she looked pretty? She finally came across something that she would consider wearing near the back of her closet. It was an extremely low cut, red dress that ended mid thigh, showing off more of her long legs than she liked to show. She quickly pulled it on, and it fit rather nicely, and looked fairly good on her. It would do for the day, and she figured that Sierra, Jess and Lara would have her out shopping tomorrow anyways. She pulled out a pair of black heels and started on her hair and makeup. She put on more makeup than she had in years, and she couldn't say it looked all bad on her. It looked superficial; she'd give it that, but bad? But she was done focusing on that. She pulled the elastic out of her currently tied back, damp hair. She rushed into the bathroom and pulled out her blow dryer. Ten minutes later, she was satisfied with her appearance and decided to go see what Woody thought.
"Hey Woods! How do I look?" She asked him, coming into the living room. He wasn't at all prepared for what he saw. He turned around and was in complete shock. It was Jordan… but it wasn't the normal Jordan. Her hair was the way he liked it best, down and curly, she was wearing a ton of makeup, making her face look absolutely flawless and perfect, and her dress… he didn't know how to describe it. It was red and short. It made her long legs look even longer. And then there was the neckline. The dress was very low cut… and Woody didn't mind at all. "That bad?" Jordan cringed. How could she possibly think she looks bad? Woody thought.
"That good." He told her with a convincing smile. She walked over and hit him on the arm. "What?" He asked with a laugh.
"Stop trying to make me blush, farm boy." She told him with a laugh of her own. "So are you going to stare at me all day, or do you have to go to work or something?"
"Uh, I have to go to work." He told her with an embarrassed smile. "Are you going to work like that?"
"Uh, yeah!" She told him. What did he think? "I don't think anyone will mind." They certainly will not, Woody thought, unless Jordan hits them for staring too much.
"Well, I've got to go, so you do too Hoyt." She told him with a laugh as she made a point of grabbing her keys and they headed into the elevator.
"So you're sure I look okay?" She asked.
"You look beautiful, really." He told her. He would have said 'hot' but he figured it was rude to tell someone they looked hot. "So, see you later?"
"Yes, and if I don't, I'll call you." She told him with a smile as she got into her car and he did the same. She drove off to the airport and Woody drove to work. Neither could wait to see the other later that day.