TOUCH II

Sixth Chapter.

"I say, delete her number, go to a gay club, and find a sexy ass bitch with a humongous ass." Ian says, fitting on his brown tie.

Jordan sat on the toilet seat, watching her friend prepare for the sabbath day. He wore a black suit, brown loafers and a brown tie to match his shoes. He took a comb to brush his fresh buzz cut in the direction which the hair went.

Jordan wore a suit of her own. Except, along with the black trousers, she wore white long sleeve shirt that she left to hang life a short dress exactly below her butt, refusing to tuck it in as her friend advice. She borrowed one of Ian's black ties, wearing a pair of white air force ones, refusing to wear loafers, or any sort of formal shoes.

She ran a hair through her Travis Scott plaits, shaking her head at the idea.

"That would just prove her point. That I'm just a reckless youth with no endeavors." she says.

Ian turns to her from the mirror. "So? Who cares?" he asks. "Jordan, you're my best friend, and you're sexy as fuck, no homo."

"Respect."

"You don't need to chase after one woman. And you definitely don't need to be settling down at eighteen."

"I'm Nineteen. Basically." she corrected.

"Yeah, in November."

"Same thing. I'm nineteen this year."

"Either way, she doesn't get to tell you you can't fool around. She's not the boss of you."

"She's not trying to be. Look, fact is, I want this woman. And unlike your god awful gender, I'm willing to put in the effort. She likes me, I know she does."

He scoffs. "Yeah, I do too. She really shows it by ignoring your calls."

"She ignored one call, and answered right after. Dude.." she huffed. "I don't think you understand how amazing this woman is."

"So what she's amazing? You're even better. And younger. You have a better chance in this department than she does. If you ask me, I think she should be chasing after you."

"You're not getting it." she groaned.

"Of course I'm not. Tell me something." he leaned closer to her. "What is it that makes this woman so amazing, other than the fact that she's a milf?"

"The fact that she's got her fucking life put together. Bro, aren't you tired of women our age? They're so clueless, and oblivious, have no idea what they want."

"So you like that she has her life figured out?" he asks. "Does that give you some assurance?"

"Well yeah. If I'm going to start this whole dating thing again, I want a stable relationship."

"So let me get this straight. You make fun of Tate for making me wait until marriage, yet you're chasing after a woman who won't even let you date her until you proclaim some kind of eternal love and companionship?"

Jordan laughs lightly. It did sort of sound like the case now that she looks at it. Her and Bridgett barely have anything going on, and the woman is already asking for something serious.

"Now that I think about it, it's kinda ridiculous."

Ian pats her shoulder. "I knew you'd come around. Now let's go, we're gonna be late."

"Chill out, it's just church. It's not like anyone there even gives a shit about anything either than looking good or holy."

A room full of hypocrites. Devils in disguise. People who can't distinguish between doing good, and looking as if you're doing good. They've convinced themselves they're noble. Lied to themselves so hard they began to actually believe it.