Jezebel had been quiet for most of the car ride, hell, since the moment he’d found her on the side of the road - but he couldn’t blame her. Whatever had happened had clearly shook her to her core. So instead of pushing Jezebel to answer, Jordan just put the radio on and sang along, doing really anything he could to make Jezebel calm down.
“Ready for this Jezebel?” Jordan grinned as a familiar song came along and Jordan turned it up slightly - really getting into the song as he sang it for her enjoyment.
As the song came to an end, a large grin was on Jordan’s lips as he looked towards Jez with a knowing smile. “You have to admit, my rendition of that song is pretty damn good,” he laughed. Though his smile faltered when he continued to listen to the radio, hearing the commenter speaking. “And that was another throwback called ‘Milkshake’ I haven’t heard that one in a while now. But we’re gonna fast forward back to the present with this next hit by Jordan Williams that came out only a few months ago. This kid is really taking the music industry by storm. My own daughter has a poster of him in her room. Anyways, here is Contact.”
Jordan raised his eyebrow as he turned the volume down to the song he released a few months ago, almost glad when it was over. It was one thing writing a song about a girl he had feelings for, it was another hearing it in the car when she was with him - not to mention she was visibly upset and he didn’t need this adding on top of it.
As the ride came to an end, the conversation moving to her favorite drink - a smile met his lips. “Glad to hear everything didn’t change while I was gone,” Jordan whispered, happy that he finally saw her smile. Though it soon changed with her next words of “You missed so much…”
“I can tell… but why don’t you tell me all about it while I feed you sugar?” Jordan whispered, opening his door before going over to her side and opening the passenger side for her. The building his management had set up for him was honestly nicer than he was used to. Though, in retrospect, over the past few years, Jordan had been usually either living in tour busses while he was dancing back up for various artists or in trailers on the movies he worked for. And before that, it was his father’s house if… he hadn’t run away and was sleeping on park benches. Though… since his father had died a few weeks prior, Jordan still hadn’t gathered the courage to go back there and pack things up.
As they went up the elevator to the 49th floor, one floor below where the full-floor condos were located. Though his management had originally wanted him to get one of those, Jordan immediately denied it. After all, who needed a whole floor to themselves? It was just a waste of money and Jordan already felt like the place they had gotten him currently was too much. But his management had explained that it was big enough to fit a piano, and makeshift studio inside the 2 bedroom condo - hence convincing him to finally agree. “Here we are,” Jordan stated as he walked over to one of the doors right next to the elevator, opening it up with his key to let the girl in. Perhaps one of the things he did appreciate was the nice view. It really put…the world into perspective. “Feel free to make yourself at home,” Jordan smiled as Prince and Elvis crowded the two the moment they walked in. “Hey guys,” Jordan laughed as he walked over towards the kitchen to get that the hot chocolate together. “Ben and Jerry’s - I have chocolate fudge and strawberry cheesecake?” Jordan smiled towards where Jezebel had taken a seat on the couches. Though he himself wasn’t a big ice cream person, it was more for Yara and Riker who had decided to bunk with him for however long. Though the man was out for the night on a date so Jordan wasn’t worried about having the place to himself. “One marshmallow or two? Or should I just go crazy?”
