Winds Of Change?

“How do I look?” Jordan asked as he came into my room without knocking. Normally I would’ve gotten mad at him for this, but I found myself not really caring. “What are you doing?” He stared at me as I lay on my bed, actually in my bed.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, then rolled over on my side to size him up. He was looking great, probably better than I’ve seen him look in a long time. Whistling, I motioned for him to turn. “Turn around pretty boy.”

Jordan laughed, “You think I look good?” He turned to see his reflection in the mirror on the back of my door. “I don’t know,” he sighed as he played with his hair. “This just doesn’t want to stay down!”

Pushing back my sheets, I jumped out of bed to make my way over to him. “Let me,” I said. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, I ran my fingers through his short brown hair, spiking it.

“Hey!” He pulled away from me. “I don’t want it to be spiky.”

“But you look like a choir boy when it’s flat against your head.” I smiled at him, “And that outfit you are wearing doesn’t go with the choir boy image.”

He glanced down at himself, then looked into the mirror at me. “I’m just wearing jeans and a shirt! How is that bad?”

It was true, he was just wearing jeans and a shirt; black jeans that hugged his butt and legs and a dark green shirt that formed to his torso. When did he develop those muscles? I thought as my eyes traveled down over his abs. I certainly don’t remember them being there before! I moved in closer to him, my mouth rested against his shoulder as I looked over it, trying to see what else had changed. Jordan chuckled softly as I did that. “What?” I asked, my eyes jumping to his. He just smiled at me. “Bella is lucky,” I told him.

“Yes,” he nodded, “And so is Josh.” He reached behind him, wrapping his arms awkwardly around me. “Although,” he frowned, dropping his arms as he turned towards me. “I don’t think this old thing,” he tugged on my night shirt. “Is celebration clothing.”

Looking down at my Mickey night shirt, I sighed. “Yeah I don’t think so either.” I knew I should go change but I didn’t move.

“Babe?” Jordan was looking down at me with a concerned look on his face. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you all excited to be going out?”

I shrugged, “I guess I’m not really in the mood to go out.”

He studied me for a moment, “Is it because I asked Bella to come with us?”

“No!” I scoffed, but I wasn’t so sure that wasn’t why. This is crazy, I thought. Jordan has every right to ask her to come with us. So why do I wish that he didn’t?

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I smiled up at him. “I should get dressed.” I glanced at the clock. “Oh my god!” I turned away from him and ran over to my closet. “Josh is going to be here any minute! And I don’t know what to wear!” I couldn’t believe I wasted so much time laying around when I could’ve been getting ready. “I’m going to look like crap and he’s going to be mad!” I was tossing stuff over my shoulder as I rambled on.

Jordan came up behind me and pulled me over to my bed. Once he sat me down, he knelt in front of me. “Anna, Josh isn’t going to care what you are wearing. You know he’ll be excited just to see you again.”

“I know,” I admitted. “I just…” I shrugged and laughed. “I don’t know what is wrong with me!”

“You are female?” Jordan suggested and laughed when I hit him and told him to get out of my room.

Once I was left alone, I went back over to my closet, closed my eyes and pulled out one of the last hangers that sat in there. This is what you are wearing; I told myself and opened my eyes slowly. Oh thank god! I was a little worried because one of the hangers in there held an old pair of sweat pants and a holey shirt. But the hanger I pulled out held a pair of green casual pants and a grey tee.

The door bell rang as I opened my door and walked into the hallway. Jordan had already left by this time to go pick up Bella so I had to hurry to answer the door.

Standing on my door step, looking like he just stepped out of the pages of a magazine at the check out line, was Josh.

And for the first time since I met him, I wasn’t totally blown over by his rugged good looks.

What the hell is wrong with me?