If We've Got No Place To Go..

I got Jordan in her bed and she told me she was fine if I went home. Like hell.. She looked like crap. I found some blankets and set myself up on her couch. We had practice tomorrow at 10:30, so I should have plenty of time to get there from her place. As I settled into my nest, I noticed a binder lying on her coffee table. It said IDEAS in her bold, sloppy script. I know I shouldn't look, but I can't help it. Inside there were pictures that she had taken, each had a little article to go along with the picture. Wow, she's good! The pictures are sharp. The articles vividly paint a picture of the game that is being documented. I came across a picture of one of my first practices with the Stars earlier that summer. Jordan talked about me being "a bright, new piece to the winning puzzle for the Stars". I smiled. I'm extremely grateful to the Stars. I mean, sure, it's hard knowing that people didn't care enough to wait it out while I learned. I'm glad that people seem to appreciate me in Dallas.

I woke up to a BANG! And I heard Jordan mumble "Shit" under her breath. I had shot straight up on her couch and Jordan's binder tumbled to the floor. I quickly picked it up, hoping she wouldn't notice. I got up and wandered into the kitchen. Jordan was picking up pans that had fallen from her counter. She turned around, "Sorry." She seemed embarrassed. I chuckled, "It's fine." She looked so good in her tight fitting yoga pants and a giant Stars t-shirt that swallowed her.

"I'm attempting to make breakfast. I need to be at the AAC at ten." Jordan said. "Me too, so I guess I'll drive?" I said, playing with a loose string on my t-shirt. "Why...? Oh, yeah," she said, her face turning red. "So what are you making?" I asked. "Possibly omlettes," she said. "What do you want on yours?" "Do you have sausage?" I asked. Jordan crinkled her nose. "I hate sausage. I have bacon, cheese, veggies, eggs.." She grinned. I smiled, God she's adorable. "I'll take it all."

We pulled in at the AAC at 9:30. Jordan was pretty quiet the whole ride. I think she's still embarrassed. She had changed into jeans and a loose, black top. Her dark brown waves rolled over her shoulders. We headed inside and to the elevators. When the doors opened at my stop, I said, "Have a good day, tell someone what happened if you start to get woozy." Jordan peered up at me with her deep blue eyes. "Thanks, have a good practice." She reached up on her tip-toes and kissed my cheek. I hurried up and headed down the hall towards the locker room. I know I was smiling like an idiot the whole practice.

Notes

This was short, but I'm going to try to post more often! Let me know what you think!