As soon as Jordana had made it up to her room, she’d stripped off her clothes, put on her pajamas and climbed into bed. She either felt like crying for a few hours, or passing out from all the drama of the night.
Jordana did a little of both and was surprised when she was awoken a few hours later by a noise in her room. She glanced at her clock.
Jordana laid in her bed, listening for the noise that had woken her up. Then she heard it again—a tapping at her bedroom window.
Jordana’s head spun to face her window, but she couldn’t see anyone there. She climbed out of bed and walked over to the window and opened it up. Peering outside, she could see a figure standing on the ground below her.
“Who’s there?” Jordana whispered loudly into the night.
“It’s me,” a male voice answered.
“Ford?” Jordana asked, surprised. “What are you doing out there?”
“I need to talk to you,” he answered.
“And you couldn’t call me on the phone…like, tomorrow?” Jordana said.
“I have to talk to you now. Can you come down?” he asked.
Jordana looked back at her closed bedroom door. Then back down at Ford.
“Yeah, OK,” Jordana said. “Meet me on the front porch.”
Jordana closed her window and grabbed a sweatshirt from her closet and tiptoed downstairs to the front door. Twisting the knob, she opened the door almost soundlessly and snuck outside. Ford was waiting for her on the porch steps.
“So?” Jordana asked as she sat down next to him.
“So,” he answered.
“You came here, remember?” Jordana whispered.
“Right,” Ford said. “Listen, Desi told me you didn’t mean for Billy to get a hotel room and that you didn’t go with him or anything.”
“Duh,” Jordana said, still a little angry with him for earlier.
“Why didn’t you go with him? You know, to the hotel room?” Ford asked.
“I don’t like him like that,” Jordana said, shrugging. “He’s a little too Colin Farrell for me. I need someone…a little less Colin Ferrell, I guess.”
“Oh,” was all he said.
“How about you? You end up getting your party on with that Dawn girl?” Jordana said, looking away from him.
“Nah,” he said. “After we left you guys, I took her home.”
“Why didn’t you get a hotel room with her?” Jordana asked, looking back at him.
“She wasn’t really my type. She was just too…blond,” Ford said. “And besides, I told you I need someone who can handle me.”
Jordana smiled and nodded her head remembering the night he’d made the comment.
“You up for the challenge?” Ford asked her, slowly.
“I thought I’d already proven that,” Jordana said, lifting her eyes to stare into his. “I got you to like me, didn’t I?”
He stared back at her and smiled.
“Yeah, I guess you did,” he said.
“Come here,” Jordana said, pulling Ford’s face toward hers and kissing him lightly on the lips.
Suddenly, Ford pulled away from her and studied her face.
“But I thought you said that kissing me would be like kissing your brother,” he said, slyly.
“Hey, as long as you don’t kiss me the way you kiss your sister, I think we’ll be just fine,” Jordana said.
“Deal,” Ford said and pulled her back into his arms.
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