your their's, you know that right? it was something Jordan could wish you had the mind to know..despite being as blind as a clueless puppy blindfolded to how jealous Jordan was. Yeah, they loved you, yeah they tolerated you, but no, that doesn't mean you now have special permission to fucking walk around like they didn't just rock your fucking world hours ago.

It was a shitty party that they were currently pulled to by their dearest truely---you. You had begged Jordan in class to come with you a week before the date. Ofcourse, they loved you enough to just nod in agreement. Bursting up your excitement higher than they needed really. But if Jordan could, Jordan would, and that 'would' in specifics---was that they wished they could time travel and say no. But...choices are choices.

their eyes watched as you drank, and danced with Marie, with Cate, with almost everyone but them. they knew that YOU knew that dragging them here was already enough--so in sum they knew you wouldn't drag them to dance either if Jordan didn't want to---(which they made the mistake of saying no to dancing at the arrival)----which made them more frustrated.

Jordan approached you, hand grasping your wrist with a strong grip, pulling you from the drunken dancing crowd and explaining only solely with a soft "Lets go. Now."