"Earth to Jordan" he whispered in my ear. "Damn Jon!" I yelled, forgetting where I was. I glanced around catering quickly as he chuckled. "Penny for them?" he asked, sitting opposite me. I smiled. "Just thinking about what we were doing two years ago" I said. He grinned. "How far had you got?" he asked. "We curled up on the sofa drinking the mini bar dry yet?" I smiled and shook my head. "Only just got in the room" I whispered. He nodded. "Good" he whispered, leaning across the table. "So you haven't run out on me yet then?" I winced. Damn his memory. "Not yet" I said. "Can we go back and change that bit?" he asked quietly. "You running cost us six months Jord." I nodded slowly. "I know" I whispered. "I'm sorry Jon..." "This looks cosy" Jason said sitting next to me. Jon sat up quickly, looking at me. "So, I'm gonna grab my bag and head for the bus" he said, standing up. Jason shook his head quickly. "The bus left, Dean" he said. "Something about one of the other buses breaking down. Hunter has booked you all into the hotel again tonight. He sent me to tell you." Jon nodded, looking at me quickly. "Then I guess you're stuck with me for a bit longer doll" he smirked. Jason stood up as Jon started to walk away. "Um, Dean," he said. "Could I, uh, have a word?" Jon nodded. "As long as you can walk and talk" he said smiling. "Got a hotel to get to." I frowned as I watched them walk down the corridor together.
"Man that guy can talk" Jon grumbled as he let me into the hotel room. I smiled, kissing him before dumping my bag. "What did he want?" I asked as I kicked my shoes off. Jon wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. "You" he said softly. I looked up at him and frowned. "Wanna explain?" I asked. He grinned. "Well" he said. "He kinda told me how I'm your favourite superstar, and how it would mean a lot to him if I asked you to go on a date with him." "Oh fuck" I groaned, burying my face in his chest. "It's ok" he said laughing. "I told him how your phone hasn't stopped going off with messages from your new boyfriend." "You what?" I asked, laughing. He smiled and let me go, watching as I grabbed fresh clothes from my bag. "He said you hadn't mentioned him" he said, pouting. "I told him how you opened up to me and told me it's early days yet but you think he's the one." I laughed as I sat on the bed. "Oh you did, did you?" I said smirking at him. "I did" he confirmed. "Because you do, and I am."
"Jordan!" Jason called as I walked into the hotel bar. I glanced across at Jon quickly before walking over to Jason. "Wasn't sure you made it" he said, smiling at me. "Ambrose said something about your boyfriend not being too happy with you being away from him." I smiled. "Yeah" I said shyly. "He, uh, kinda pissed Ambrose off a lot, texting and calling me while I was with him. He made me switch my phone off. He's so controlling!" Jason laughed as I sat opposite him, staring over his shoulder at Jon. This was going to be a long night.
"Does he treat you right?" Jason asked quietly after we'd been drinking for a few hours. I glanced over at Jon, who was surrounded by female fans. "He does his best, I guess" I said. "I mean, we don't see each other as often as we'd like..." "Does he feel the same?" Jason asked. I shrugged. "I can't answer that" I said. "I mean, he says he loves me..." "But does he show it?" he asked. I paused for a second. "When he can" I said finally. Jason shook his head. "You should never doubt it" he said. "If you doubt it, then it's not the real thing. Maybe you need to rethink your relationship goals, Jordan." I downed my drink and stood up, wobbling slightly. "Maybe you should mind your own business Jason" I spat, grabbing my bag and running to my room.
It didn't take long, I knew it wouldn't. Jon burst in as I was packing my bag. "What the fuck?" he asked, closing the door quickly. I shook my head as I rammed more clothes in the bag. "Jordan, talk to me" he begged, taking the bag from me. "Just leave it Jon" I snapped, snatching the bag back and zipping it closed. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly. I glared at him. "I'm leaving, Jon, isn't it obvious?" I asked. He shook his head. "No you're not" he whispered. "You can't leave me Jordan. You can't." "I can, and I am" I said, pushing him away from the door. "You know what, Jon? I loved you. I really fucking loved you. One conversation with a stranger and it all gets blown outta the water. I'm sorry Jon, but we don't have a relationship, at all. Spending a few nights together while you're here twice a year on tour isn't a relationship. Me flying over for a few days around major pay per views while you get drunk and live it up while I have to watch what I say when I'm asked who I am isn't a relationship. Me watching some other woman claim my boyfriend and him say absolutely nothing about it isn't a relationship. I can't do it anymore..." "You're drunk, Jord" he whispered. "You don't know what you're saying." "No Jon" I said, opening the door and stepping into the corridor. "I've been drinking, I'm not drunk, there's a difference. This isn't working for me. Bye Jon." I turned my back on him and ran down the stairs and out of the hotel.