Hello :P It is Wednesday and I am back with the last Jordan and Lynne story for a while. But already it's definitely not the last one I have written - there's still a few more to upload in the future! When I finished writing this, I didn't know how to feel because it turned out very different than how I imagined it would. But reading it back now, I think it's okay. Like the title suggests, this is how Jordan and Lynne met way back when they were 18. Ever since me and Shannon came up with their characters and how they would come to meet, I wanted to write it. So here it is! I hope you enjoy :3
Disclaimer: I own Jordan and Lynne with AAML-TAML :P
I sighed out and cuddled further into Lynne as we continued napping together and all of a sudden, a dream began to appear in front of my eyes. But I knew it wasn't a dream. This had many times before. I was connecting. I was connecting with Lynne. I was seeing something so very special that had happened many years ago now.
I twitched in my sleep as, as I dreamed, I could swear I really could hear the noises of the seagulls and the crashing of the waves and the salty sea scent filling my nostrils. I could see everything below. Almost like a bird's eye view. Almost like I was the seagulls that were making so much noise.
My eyes spotted teenaged Jordan working hard on the docks opposite his house in his home region of Johto. He looked sad, like he always did in the photographs that were taken before he met Lynne. Nobody else could really tell he was said but I could and everybody else here who truly loved him could. His expression was blank for most of the part but it was his eyes that gave away the emptiness. Although they were green and light of colour, there was a lot of sadness behind them.
I was studying his empty expression and watching his robotic actions as he rolled the rope into a circle shape when all of a sudden, he changed. It was like everything I had been describing before vanished. His slumped head and shoulders picked up. He eyebrows raised upwards with curiosity. The dullness behind his eyes began to glint ever so slightly.
I knew that look. I had seen it before. I had seen it before many years later and in the present that we were now in. I wasn't surprised when as I dreamt, I saw a younger Lynne. She was pretty. So pretty. No wonder Jordan was staring. Her long and orange locks were draped on just one side down her shoulder and she was wearing her posh school uniform. She looked stunning. She walked with confidence but also with a slight day dreaming air to her. She walked along alone, her backpack over her shoulder and humming airily to herself.
Jordan was about to stand up and adjust his flat cap to get a closer look when suddenly his dad barked out to him, causing him to jump and wince, even though his words were no way near as bad as the ones he had told us about.
"Jordan!" his exhausted and cranky father whacked his hand on the decking of the docks to get his middle son's attention before pointing to a boat that was anchored nearby. "Get back to work! We're meant to have that fixed by tomorrow evening!"
The yellow haired teenager just sighed out a sigh that sounded almost as tired as his father looked before nodding his head. His numbness returned to him and his shoulders slumped as he climbed aboard the sailing boat.
He was so numb and he was so sad that all his days had merged into one that he had completely forgotten that he had in fact fixed that boat days ago. And he had also forgotten to tell his father this.
Jordan glanced over at his grey haired but not even that old father and realised he couldn't even be bothered to tell him this. It would only end in a whack at the back of the head. Or worse, he would tell his mother and she would punish him in ways he should be used to but it still caused him trauma each and every time.
The green orbed teenage boy shrugged his weary shoulders to himself and adjusted his braces before un-anchoring the boat and beginning to sail off into the middle of the ocean to test drive it.
I smirked slightly as I dreamed. He was very good with boats but even then he was no way near as good as he was now. But as a teenager, he was highly professional and although he looked deeply troubled, his skill was effortless.
I watched with great awe as he maneuverer the boat correctly with the sails and the wheel and gained high speed as he sailed the seas. He shut his eyes and let go of the wheel for a moment, his arms just outstretched. He was feeling the wind against his sore fingers. The sea air was filling his lungs that he so often wished would just stop working. The late sunset sun was beating down on his temples. I thought it was the sun making his pale complexion appear red but I soon smirked to myself in my sleep as, once again, his sea green orbs caught sight of the pretty red head he had been staring at earlier.
She was now walking right near where he had been sitting tying the rope just a quarter of an hour ago. I could imagine him groaning to himself and I could also imagine he didn't know why he was groaning as he slowed the speed of the boat down to get an even better look at her. For the first time, I was truly seeing what he saw that day and it was no wonder he couldn't stop staring at her.
She did look pretty posh and rich but even at that moment, she had a lot of depth and a look to her that showed that, deep down, she was down to earth. Teenage Lynne sat down exactly where Jordan had been sitting before and put her school bag down. She flipped her hair over onto her opposite shoulder and began combing her fingers through it.
Jordan had felt dead inside for years, if not months. Now, all of a sudden, he was getting all these weird flushes and feelings over a girl – over a stranger. He shook his head at himself but couldn't resist going back to looking at her.
His father had left his son to do the task at hand and had his back to him for just a moment. Jordan let go of the wheel to adjust his flat cap to get the sun out of his eyes so he could look at the girl a little more. It was too late. He had done too many wrong actions. He was used to his days going in slow motion but now this red head was making his heart stop. He swallowed and snapped back to face what was about to happen and gasped. It definitely was too late.
The boat collided with the dock next to the one she was sat on and splinters of wood from the boat and the decking went flying. The sails collided with the telegraph poles. Jordan skidded on the wet decking of the boat he was test sailing and slipped and landed on the dock and practically at the lap of the girl.
Lynne's blue orbs grew wide as she stopped combing her hair with her fingers and her hand went to her mouth, studying the teenage boy that had landed on his chin.
"Are… Are you okay…?" she asked in her old posher and higher voice, pulling a face when she almost stepped in a puddle and moved to avoid it.
When Jordan just shrugged and kept his eyes shut and couldn't be bothered to face his father's angry red face, Lynne gingerly kneeled down on the decking and even more cautiously poked his head.
Jordan opened one eye and glanced between her and his father who just shook his head at him and stormed into their family home to calm down. He couldn't be bothered to deal with the people who tore him down and his guard building up made him not even blush at the pretty girl touching him. He raised an eyebrow as she poked him like he was an animal or a bomb and moved to sit up. He winced slightly as he did so, rubbing his chin.
Lynne breathed out and stopped poking him, pulling a face when she realised her skirt edges had been wetted by the puddle. She shook her head slightly, her hands twitching with disgust at the wetness of her skirt as she sat down even more gingerly than before.
Jordan's eyebrow went up all the more. Lynne saw him staring and raised her own eyebrow back but, unlike him, she didn't have a guard up that high so she was allowing herself to blush. I could almost hear Lynne's thoughts as we dreamed together.
He was cute in a sort of obvious yet unobvious way. People would either agree he was adorable or not nice looking at all. His blonde hair was lightened even more by the sun. His green orbs were flickering as he glanced between her and the smashed boat. His flat cap couldn't contain his locks that were easily long enough for a small ponytail. He was wearing a white t shirt and beige chinos that were way too short for him, boat shoes and brown braces. He was cute. He was making her feel some weird way.
Jordan breathed out and stood back up to his full height. He was used to having to be defensive with the brothers he had. He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at her but it couldn't be in an angry or menacing way even if he tried with all his might.
"What are you looking at?"
This sentence could have been very rude if he said it with the right tone but he just didn't. He asked it very politely in fact and with a lot of innocence.
This teenage boy was a stranger but Lynne was a very confident young lady and she smirked at him, flipping her hair back onto the opposite shoulder and beginning to plait it absent mindedly.
"What am I staring at?" she repeated, pausing to let her dainty fingers work her hair into half a plait before smirking once again, shrugging her shoulders airily. "It's funny you're asking me that when I'm pretty sure you staring at me caused you to crash that boat."
I knew she was flirting with him ever so slightly but Jordan had absolutely no idea. He couldn't tell when a girl was flirting. He didn't even have the slightest idea how to flirt back. He took her words as a way to burst his bubble and he breathed out and his shoulders slumped but not as severely as they had been before he saw the girl.
He took his cap off briefly to push his hair from his eyes before putting it back on his head and adjusting it to face forward. He rubbed the back of his neck as he shut his eyes gloomily.
"My dad is going to kill me for that. Literally kill me." He began and Lynne could easily take that lightly but he couldn't possibly know what mood his parents were going to be in and how they would punish him this time. "We can't afford to lose money." He breathed out, shrugging matter of factly as he picked a splinter out of his index finger.
Lynne raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and I wondered if it was the oversharing from a stranger or that she had no clue what it was like to have no money. Either way, she gave him a small smile and stood up to be eye level with him. Jordan wasn't used to that and I watched him as he actually blushed and ducked his head. He was a tall teenage boy. But she was a tall teenage girl. They seemed to be total opposites as far as currency and upbringing was concerned. But there was no doubt they already had the very same connection.
She continued smiling as her blue orbs met his green ones and I watched from the present as his mouth twitched into a small smile back. I wasn't expecting his dull eyes to light up but they did. They really did. They did even more so when she spoke. It's like he truly believed her.
"I'm sure everything will work out." She told him simply but with a sincere nod and smile to show that although she didn't know anything about this boy and she really couldn't promise him things would work out, she really hoped that they did.
When Jordan just swallowed and smiled and looked down at his feet, the orange haired teenage girl smiled even more and held her hand out to him.
"I'm Lynne. My name is Lynne. What is yours?"
Jordan looked back up but didn't look into her eyes this time. I think he was probably focusing between her eyebrows. He held his hand out to her before quickly withdrawing it when she raised one of the eyebrows he had been focusing on. He breathed out and blushed heavily and not in the infatuated way that he had before when he saw how oily his hand was.
He looked at her to meet her eyes apologetically before holding his other hand out to her. He let out a dramatic sigh that caused her to be unable to resist giggling when she saw that his other hand was oily as well.
Her pale cheeks were rosy pink as she tilted her head on one side and a bit of her hair came lose and tickled down the side of her face. She laughed somewhat fondly at him before reaching out to squeeze between his upper arm and shoulder instead.
This time, unlike before, Jordan blushed as the pretty girl touched him but he gave her a shy smile and stuttered out his name.
"Jordan. I'm Jordan."
Lynne repeated his name and nodded as if she approved – or perhaps somehow she knew she would be saying and loving that name for the rest of her life. That was wishful thinking but like I said before, there really was a connection.
Jordan just studied her with innocent and curious orbs while it was her turn to blush. She had been resting her hand on his arm for quite some time and had squeezed it multiple times when she began to feel how heavily muscled she was.
She blushed heavily but she still didn't move her hand. Jordan raised his eyebrow at her like he had a fish hook in his brow and glanced down at her hand. He wasn't wishing she would pull away, nor was he wishing she would keep it there. Either way, she moved her hand and cleared her throat as she played with her soft and clean hands.
"Anyway…" she glanced at him and cleared her throat again before playing with the hem of her skirt. "So what do you do, do you fix boats?"
And that lead to shy, introverted and distant young Jordan telling bubbly, slightly materialistic, rich young Lynne about how he was a boat engineer and had been following in his father's footsteps since he was a very little boy. He didn't tell her too much about what his parents and his siblings were really like but I'd like to think she already might have had an idea based on how his tone got even quieter when he mentioned them. When he wasn't quietly talking about his family, he was passionately telling her how exactly he fixes up the boats. She couldn't possibly really know what he was talking about but she had seen him going from ducking his head to not look at her to his eyes lighting up for the first time properly in years. That was attractive to her. Their hearts were already attracting one and other.
Young Jordan had begun crafting one of his famous home-made lures and was showing off the skill he then went on to pass onto Misty when Lynne stopped telling him about her school and studies and moved closer to him. She peered down at the blonde little girl lure he was making in his hands and gave him a smile.
"Are you making someone you know?" she asked simply and with a gentle smile but he grew slightly pale and swallowed.
Lynne couldn't have possibly known why he reacted like this but now as she dreamed, she did. And I did as well. My heart ached for him but I focused on the joy of getting to witness their first meeting as my brain continued filling with images.
He swallowed a second time before breathing out, rolling the little doll in his fingers and looking at her as genuinely inquisitively as he could. He glanced at the sky that was quickly becoming dark navy before back at her.
"How come you've sat with me for so long?" he asked her and looked at her eyes for just a minute before going back to looking at the figure in his fingers.
Lynne was still raising an eyebrow from his previous reaction and him changing the subject but she soon shrugged and focused on what he was saying. She laughed airily as she went to sit back opposite him and played with her hair.
"I don't know actually." She replied and blushed lightly while he nodded but raised an eyebrow and continued playing with his home-made lure.
She noticed his distant reaction and swallowed herself, wanting to badly for him to let her back in again. She liked talking to him. She wanted him to engage her. She too probably didn't know why. He was making her feel a lot of things and all of them new and all of them scary.
For the first time, she bit her lip slightly shyly but she looked at him and waited for him to look into her orbs to say what she wanted to say.
"I don't know why I'm here." She repeated, her eyes still locked onto his shy but for once, steady eye contact. "So give me a good reason."
This was most definitely flirting but it melted my heart when Jordan still didn't realise what it was when it was so beautifully obvious.
He didn't know she was flirting and he couldn't tell if she liked him as much as he felt that he liked her but deep down he sure hoped she did. He looked at the decking and the sea below shyly and smiled before looking into her eyes and smiling sincerely at her.
"You're here because I want you to be here."
Lynne's eyes grew wide with disbelief for just a fraction of a second before she nodded her head and smiled happily, tucking a loose bit of hair behind her ears. Jordan blushed seeing her smile and felt deeply vulnerable with her looking right into his eyes but he knew he would soon look back at her if he looked away.
She was intimidating him but she was also soothing him. He was making her feel safe but he was also making her heart feel as though it was on an adventure. They seemed to be total opposites. She had so much money and he had so little. She had so much curiosity for life and he often didn't want to even get out of bed. But that's what some love is all about. Total opposites. They scared the hell out of each other but also eased each other's souls. They were made for one and other. And their souls would only be complete if they could share their lives side by side.
The End.
There you go! Thanks a lot for reading and I hope you enjoy :3 So this is definitely even more of an insight to Jordan and Lynne's pasts and how they used to be/what they have been through. It's obvious now that Jordan had really bad struggles growing up but Lynne didn't have it easy either, although she is much more light and innocent with it. That's something I'll most definitely write about :3 Thanks again for reading and I will be back next Wednesday with a new chapter so see you then!
AmyBieberKetchum signing out :3