Ethereal - a kiani au

twenty

• Jordan's POV •

I watched as the rain hit my window panes, a smile still on my face. My clothes were in a pile on the floor but I was tucked into bed. Will walked back into the room, now fully clothed. He smiled at me, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"I've gotta go," he said, quietly. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I grabbed his fingers with my hand as he stood up and he smiled down at me. "Hey, are we..?" He asked. The question lingered in the air for a few seconds as I held on to a few of his fingers.

"Together?" I finished for him. He gave me a slight nod. "Do you want to be?"

"I like you," he said simply. "I like you a lot, Jordan," he added. The way he said my name sounded like music. His accent enunciated every syllable perfectly. I could listen to him talk to me all day.

"Let's try it," I said quietly. I could hear the excitement in my own voice.

"Okay, let's do it," Will responded, a smile on his face. I sat up, the blankets falling around me and revealing my bare torso. I looked back up at Will who was biting his lip as he looked at me. I gave him a soft, slow kiss before pulling away and collapsing back onto the pillows behind me, a smirk on my face. "Bye," Will said softly. I watched him as he left. He's adorable. I could feel myself growing more and more fond of Will. It was weird. I've never really felt this way with anyone else, especially not a guy. But Will is more than just a guy. He's cute and sweet and funny and caring. I felt a blush on my cheeks as I thought about him. He really had me good.

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"So, who's Will?" My mom asked as I helped carry in her bags.

"He's the one I went to Prom with, remember?" I asked. My dad stopped and looked at me.

"You went to Prom with a boy? What about Victoria?" He asked. I kept walking, setting my mom's bag on the floor.

"I don't like Victoria. I like Will," I said.

"As a friend," my mom said, looking at my dad.

"No," I said and they both looked at me. "I like him," I added. They both stared at me for a few seconds. I could see the look of surprise and disgust on their faces. I didn't really think it through. I didn't think that it was a big deal.

"I don't think you should see him anymore," my dad said, finally.

"Why?" I simply asked. I knew why.

"Victoria is good for you," my mom said.

"Will is good for me," I argued.

"He was here today?" My dad asked. I nodded slightly. "Don't let me see him in this house again,"

"Dad," I said but he walked past me, not even looking at me. "Dad!" I said again, a little louder this time.

"I will not have some little gay kid coming in here and ruining your life!" He screamed. I felt like I was punched in the stomach and I could feel tears starting to form in the corners of my eyes.

"He's not gay," I forced out.

"So you are?" He asked.

"No, Dad. I just like Will. Why does it always have to be so complicated with you?" I asked. I felt exhausted all of a sudden. I didn't want to talk to my parents anymore. I just wanted to talk to Will. "I'll be home later," I said. I grabbed my keys and walked out of the front door before my dad could say anything else.