Eloquence

Possibly Tomorrow.

Jordan's eyes fluttered open, instantly being met with the intense, white light coming from the open curtains. She squinted, the sting bringing tears to brim at her bottom lashes. She took a moment to adjust to the change in light, but when she did, she sat up on the bed, eying the strange room around her. When she thought back, trying to remember how she got herself here, her eyes landed on a figure seated in the computer chair across from her. Though his ice blue eyes were unfamiliar, the mess of reddish curls was oddly distinctive.

"You awake?" He tilted his head to the side, running his fingers through his still-slightly-damp curls.

She nodded, stretching her arms horizontally and letting out a small yawn. "I think so."

"You slept for a long time." He chuckled, rising from the chair.

"How long have you been sitting there?" She gestured to the chair.

Andrew glanced at the clock. "Since ten."

"It's two." She noted. "So, you just watched me sleep?"

He smiled. "I guess."

"Weird." She mumbled, reaching down and touching her toes to stretch her back.

"Are you hungry?" Andrew asked. "I can make you grilled cheese or something."

"I'd really like that, actually."

"Okay." She smiled, taking her hand in his and pulling her from the bed. "Follow me."

The hallways out side Andrew's door lead to a living room-kitchen combination, with large glass windows on the exterior walls of the home. It was almost identical to her apartment, besides the few minor details in the decor and the set-up.

"How many do you want?" He asked, opening the refrigerator and pulling out the butter, a loaf of bread and cheese.

"Just one." She lowered herself onto one of the barstools by the island.

"I thought you said you were hungry." He mumbled.

"I am." She furrowed her brow.

"One grilled cheese sandwich?" He raised his brows. "Really?"

She laughed. "You sound surprised. Do I look fat to you, or something?"

"No, but I eat like... Eight." He explained, spreading a thin layer of butter on the bread. "And I'm not fat."

"Maybe not physically." She snickered.

He rolled his eyes. "What do you want to drink?"

"Do you have orange juice?"

"You can check." He said, gesturing to the fridge.

She lifted herself from the stool, making her way over to the fridge beside Andrew. She pulled open the door, scanning through every shelf until she found a carton of Tropicana orange juice. Andrew reached into the cupboard above him, handing her a glass and Jordan took them back to the island.

"Do you want a glass of juice?" She asked, pouring the citrusy liquid into her cup.

"Nah." He shrugged, using a red Kitchen-Aid spatula to flip the sandwich in the frying pan. "I'll just drink it from the carton."

He sent her a smirk over his shoulder, and Jordan chuckled. "I'll leave it out then."

He used the spatula to scoop up the perfectly golden sandwich, sliding it into the plate in his hand before turning back to Jordan. He placed it in front of her, reaching for the carton of orange juice and taking a gulp straight from the container.

"I didn't think you were serious." She chuckled, ripping off a piece of the crust and pushing it through her lips.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Why would I joke about something like that?"

"I don't know." She giggled, ripping the sandwich in half.

He was quiet for a minute, watching her eat her lunch. "You should probably call your Mother."

"I know." She said quietly.

"She's worried sick about you, I imagine." He went on.

Jordan nodded. "I just don't feel like listening to her scream at me."

He laughed. "No kid wants to hear their Mother yell at them. It just happens."

She sighed. "Parents are stupid."

"I agree." He nodded. "Now eat up, then call your Mother. I'll get dressed just in case she wants you home."

"Why do you need to get dressed?" She asked curiously.

"What? You want me to stay in my under wear?" He asked, gesturing to the boxers on his lower half. The only article of clothing he was wearing. She shook her head no. "Well, I'm walking you back."

"You don't have to." She called after him. "I can go myself."

"I realize I don't have to." He laughed, pulling on a grey, V-necked shirt over his body. "But I want to."

"Alright." Jordan muttered, biting into the second half of her grilled cheese.

Andrew returned to the kitchen, his pants still un-done and his belt hanging loosely and unbuckled. He had a toothbrush sticking out of the side of his mouth, and was working on slipping his feet into a pair of sneakers.

"You might as well wait to do that until after I call." She laughed. "She might not make me come home."

Andrew raised his brows. "Seriously? Her fourteen year old daughter missing from her bed when she woke up, and she hasn't seen her since the night before. It's now three. You really think she won't demand you to be home?"

Jordan swallowed. "I guess that's a good point."

He laughed. "I'm full of those." He took hold of the tooth brush, bringing it back and forth across his bottom row of teeth. "I'm really quite brilliant."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course."

"No, I am." He nodded his head. "I've never gotten lower than a B plus in school."

"Well, you're not done yet." She shrugged. "You may break that."

"Doubt it." He said confidently.

She nodded, swallowing the last bit of her sandwich and making her way to the sink. She set her plate down inside, reaching for her Mother's phone in her pants pocket. She dialed the home number she had worked so hard to memorize on her first week in Memphis. She pressed it to her ear, listening to the dial tone and the obnoxious ringing in her ears.

"Hello?" Her Mother's voice was panicked.

"Mum?" Jordan furrowed her brows.

"Oh my God! Honey!" She wailed. "Where have you been? Are you okay? Honey, where were you all this time?"

"Well, uh..." She paused, glancing to Andrew as he watched her shift on each foot. "You guys were arguing last night, so I went for a walk and I guess I-I saw Andrew and now I'm with him."

"That smoker boy?"

"Well, yeah." She said quietly, nodding her head.

"Honey..." She sighed. "You know I don't approve."

"I know, Mum." She said quietly, turning away from Andrew. "But he's a good guy. He made me lunch and let me sleep and he helped me out."

She was quiet for a moment. "So, you heard your father and I arguing?"

"I think then entire apartment building did."

"I'm sorry, Sweetie. Your Father and I are just hav-"

"I don't want to talk about it." Jordan said quickly.

Again, there was a brief pause in the conversation. "I want you home now, okay?"

"Alright." Jordan said. "Bye."

And with that, she snapped the phone shut and turned back to Andrew. "You were right."

He smiled lightly, pushing away from the wall he was leaned against. "Always right, sweets."

She rolled her eyes. "Right, right."

"It's kind of cold outside. It's been raining and stuff." He muttered, leaving the kitchen for a moment and returning with a grey cardigan in his hands. He draped it over her bare shoulders, taking her hand and leading her toward the front door of his house.

"Oh, we're actually going to use the door this time?" She laughed.

"Just this once." He smiled, pulling her into the corridor and making their way to the elevator. Within five minutes, they were in the lobby. Andrew waved to the man at the desk before escorting Jordan outside, pulling hood over his head. Jordan merely embraced the light rain, letting it dampen her hair and clothing. Andrew smiled at this, knowing most of th girls he had ever been with did everything in their power to keep the rain from soaking any part of them.

"So, you like the rain?"

She glanced over at him. "Yes. I do."

"Me too." He smiled, lacing his fingers through her's.

Jordan glanced down at their connected hands, trying to ignore the burning in her cheeks.

"What else do you like, Jordan?" He asked curiously, swinging their twined hands gently between their bodies. "I feel like I barely know you."

"You do barely know me." She laughed quietly.

"Well, then tell me a bit about yourself." he urged.

"What do you want to know?"

"Just about you." He explained. "Like, why you're so different then most girls your age."

"Why I'm different?" She questioned, furrowing her brow. "I don't even know. I guess I just hate being young, so I grew up quicker. Well, tried to, at least."

He smiled down at her. "I think you're pretty grown up for a kid."

She rolled her eyes. "Thanks."

"No problem." He grinned. "So, continue. I wanna know more."

"Alright, well." She paused. "I like vintage things. I suppose you may notice that from the way I dress sometimes."

"Mhm, I've noticed." He nodded. "You look cute in it, though."

She smiled. "Thanks, Andrew."

He smirked, looking up at the sky. "No problem."

The rest of the walk was silent, but oddly comfortable. Jordan watched the world around her as she walked, while Andrew focused more on her than anything else. She was intriguing, to him. He wanted to spend more time with her, and really get to know her. He knew that she could potentially be much more to him than the simple friends they were now. He wasn't sure if he liked that or not, considering the age difference. In less than a year, their relationship wouldn't be legal. But then again, when has the law really stopped him from doing what he wanted?

"Thanks for walking me, Andrew." She said quietly, turning her body to face him. "It was nice of you."

Andrew smiled, sliding his hand into the pocket of his dark jeans. He shrugged his shoulders. "It's really nothing."

"No, it's not nothing." She smiled, placing her hand lightly on his bicep. "It was really nice of you."

He stepped closer to her, until their chests were almost touching. He used his hand to brush her hair away from her eyes, and smiled down at her crookedly.

"You're really beautiful, you know that?"

Jordan had never really been one to blush, let alone the deep crimson colour they were now.

"Thanks." She whispered, looking down at her feet. "I-I guess I have to... Go."

Andrew nodded. "I'll see you possibly tomorrow?"

"If my Mum let's me leave." She replied.

"Well, alright." He smiled, walking backward away from her. "So, hopefully tomorrow."

She nodded, biting down on her lip. "Yeah. Hopefully."
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