The Best Laid Plans

The entire drive over to Jordan’s house, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I couldn’t believe what happened at the restaurant; in fact I wasn’t so sure it wasn’t a dream. I expected Josh to be a little more upset with me and I didn’t think that he would want to talk to me but now that we’ve talked a little and he said he wanted to talk more, I was feeling really good about the future, our future.

The only thing that kind of bugged me was what he said about Jordan, that he thought we would be dating. And then all the talk about working things out with Jordan, figuring out where we stand, was he telling me to date him? Even though I knew he said no, I was wondering if that would clear things up in his mind where I stood. No! I shook my head, Josh doesn’t want you dating Jordan and you aren’t going to date him anyway! I may love him but I’m not sure that I would want to be his girlfriend; some times its bad enough just being the boy’s friend!

I pulled into his driveway; it felt so strange, yet very normal at the same time. It was hard to believe that it was only just over a month ago that I shared the house with him. I almost wished for those times back, but stopped when I realized that in order to have those moments back, Josh might not be in my life and that was something I didn’t want to think about.

Ok Jordan, I thought as I pulled the food from my car to make my way up to his door. This is make it or break it time, are we going to be friends or are we leaving it all behind? I felt kind of funny as I stood at his door waiting for him to answer the doorbell. I thought it was very strange that I was the one who stopped talking to him but there I was at his door in order to make him talk to me. You are one screwed up chick, do you know that? I shook my head. What if he’s happy not talking to you? What if he has no desire to ever see you again? You would’ve done him a favor by not talking to him.

I was lost deep in my thoughts when the door opened, Jordan frowned as he looked down at me. He didn’t ask me what I was doing there, he didn’t even say ‘hello’, he just stared at me as he leaned against the door.

So I stared back at him, when was the last time he shaved? Earlier he was pretty much fully covered so I really didn’t notice that he was fuzzy. His unshaven face along with the sweatshirt and pj bottoms that he was wearing made him seem warm and welcoming, comfortable. But the way his lips turned down in a frown, wasn’t all that inviting.

“Hey,” I smiled at him hoping he would smile too but he didn’t. And he didn’t say anything either. “So I stopped off and picked up way too much Chinese food before realizing that no one at Zack’s loves Chinese food as much as me.”

He broke his stare to glance down at the box of food in my arms that was getting heavier by the second. “That sucks,” he said, his free hand resting on his belly.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I guess I’ll have to eat it all by myself,” I noticed his hand move against his stomach. “Unless,” I gasped as if I had this amazing idea all of a sudden. “You wouldn’t know anyone who would be interested in helping me eat this…” I slipped one hand out from under the box carefully and opened a container. “…oh shanghai noodles! Those are just yummy!”

I swear I heard Jordan’s stomach growl as the aroma from the food assaulted his senses, weakening his resolve. “I think I can help,” he eyed the food hungrily and ushered me inside as quickly as he could.

Once inside, he relieved me of the box of food, checking to see what else I had. I probably would’ve been offended if that wasn’t exactly the response I wanted him to have. He patiently waited until I had removed my coat and boots before he walked into the kitchen to grab a couple plates. “Get some napkins, silverware and pop?” He asked over his shoulder as he headed off into the living room.

So far, so good I thought as I finished grabbing the items we needed and went after him. If everything goes to plan, things will be back to normal soon. I couldn’t help but be excited; I wanted things to be just like they were between us before Christmas.

He was pulling the containers of food out of the box when I took my seat on the couch. “Oh,” he glanced at the table once he tossed the empty box aside, “We forgot Soya sauce,” he hopped over my foot, which really wasn’t in the way and disappeared into the kitchen. When he came back, he sat right next to me and we both dug into the food, filling our plates as much as we could.

Jordan opened both cans of pop, turning to me, he handed me one and smiled. I thought he was going to say something but he just sat there smiling at me for a couple minutes before he turned his attention to the food and “Family Guy” which was just coming on TV.

We ate in silence as we laughed at the crazy antics of Peter and the rest of the gang. Every once in a while, I noticed Jordan would glance over at me, just for a moment, then he would turn back to the TV.

Half an hour later, “Family Guy” was over and we could barely move from being so stuffed. I was watching Jordan as he forced the last forkful of food into his mouth and chew it completely, before dropping his fork on his plate and punching his hands into the air. “Yes!” He shouted and quickly turned to me.

I was about to ask him what that was about when he said, “It’s been a while,” as he moved back against the couch, slipping his arms around me. He rested his chin on my shoulder as he snuggled up to me, “I’m glad you came over,” he told me.

“Jordan,” I tried to look at him but with his chin on my shoulder it wasn’t that easy. “We need to talk,” I made an effort to wiggle out of his grasp but he held on strong.

“I know,” he sighed softly. “Let’s just let the food settle first,” he lifted his head from my shoulder and looked into my eyes. “I don’t want to argue with you when I can’t even move.”