what's up with not calling me back?
this is great. we can have fun without the baggage.
is that how you see me?
Jordan Li
what's up with not calling me back?
this is great. we can have fun without the baggage.
is that how you see me?
Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader
Knocking on the door to Jordan's dorm, you waited a couple minutes before knocking again. You could hear shuffling inside, indicating the supe was still in their dorm room, but it seemed they made no move to answer the door. "Jordan," You groaned. "It's me." The shuffling stopped and footsteps approached the door, that familiar face greeting you when they finally swung the door open.
"Why didn't you say anything?" They asked, closing the door behind you and turning the lock.
"You knew I was coming." You glanced at them over your shoulder, setting your backpack down on the couch and taking a short sigh before plopping down on their bed. It somehow felt comfier than yours. Maybe better beds were one of the perks of being in the Top Five. You stretched out lazily on the bed and turned your head toward them, beckoning them closer with a wiggle from your fingers. An amused smile broke out on their face and they rolled their eyes, walking over to you and straddling your lap.
"What's up with not calling me back?" They asked softly, leaning over you with a tilted head. Their necklace dangled over your face and you batted at it, watching it swing back and forth. Their fingers wrapped around it, drawing your attention back to their face. "I called you-"
"At four in the damn morning, Jordan. I wasn't going to call back and deal with someone who chose to go out partying and get coked up for funsies on a school day at four in the morning. I told you, Li. I don't answer anything after eleven unless I think it's an emergency, and per Cate's stories, it wasn't an emergency."
"I-" Jordan sighed heavily and flopped over beside you, their head tilted toward you but eyes angled away. They pressed their lips together and sighed again, this time more quietly, before they shifted into their masc form. "Sometimes I feel like you don't want to do this anymore when you ignore me."
"Of course, I want to do this. This is great. We can have fun without the baggage and not worry about anything else. You've said it yourself, it's good for stress. Pretty sure that was one of your points when you said you wanted to-"
"Is that how you see me? As baggage?" Jordan asked quietly, fiddling with one of the rings on their hands. They finally looked at you properly, a frown tugging at their lips. It was odd seeing Jordan look so... vulnerable. You'd always known them as confident, defensive Jordan who cared about nothing else but being the best.
"Jordan," You sighed, propping yourself up onto your elbow and gently cradling their face. They leaned into your touch instinctively, arms reaching out to curl around you and pull you closer against them. You smiled, planting a kiss on their lips. "You're not baggage, I swear. I just... between your parents and mine... I think we'd go insane trying to defend our choices. Besides, I don't want to ruin our friendship, you know?"
"Yeah.." Jordan sighed. "I know."
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