Numero Treinta

I was almost done with all my packing when my phone started ringing. It was Jordan. "Hello?" "Hey Babe." "What's up?" "Nothing to much, just got out of practice and I'm going to go out to dinner with the guys. What about you?" "uh, I'm packing." "Why are you packing?" "Well Babe, I'm moving to Florida." "What? Why?." He asked confused. "Apparently that's where my mom has been living and my dad thinks by moving me AGAIN that things will change." "What the fuck, you know how much farther you are going to be away from Pittsburgh now?" "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry." "No, it's not your fault." "Yeah." "Okay well I just called you to say Hi and that I loved you." "Alright behave yourself tonight Jor. Love you." "Haha okay I'll try. Bye Babe." I set my phone on my bed and just sat there on the ground staring at my stuff. 'yet another move' I thought to myself. I remembered how it used to be in Pittsburgh. My bitchy boss, my best friends, Jordan, my real home. I missed it all. Maybe someday I will finally be able to go back there and stay there. I was pretty tired so I jumped in the shower real quick, got out and went to bed. It was early but I just wanted this day to end.




Next thing I know my alarm was waking me up. I unwillingly got out of bed and put on some sweatpants and one of the many sweatshirts I had taken from Jordan. I went downstairs, grabbed a granola bar and started taking all my stuff into my car. I didn't bother saying goodbye to Blaine, I just got in my car and started driving. When I got to the airport I checked the time, I had thirty minutes to get to the plane. I quickly checked in my bags and did everything else and then boarded the plane. We touched down in Atlanta, Georgia so we could switch planes. The plane didn't take off for another two hours, so I walked around the airport until I found some restaurant that looked like the food was edible. After I ate I decided I would walk over to where I was going to board the plane and then call Jordan. 'Ring,Ring.' "Hello?" "Hey Jordan." "Hey what's up?" "Nothing much just sitting here waiting to board the next plane. What about you?" "oh nothing really, just got out of the shower." "mmm too bad I can't be there to see that." I said teasingly. "Yeah it's a shame. I think it is going to be necessary for you to visit often. I don't know how long I can last." "oh really? and what if I don't" "There are always other options around here. I can have girls begging for me." He joked. "The only girl who will be begging for you will be Crosby." "hey! no need for the gay jokes." He attempted to sound hurt, and failed. "I was just kidding babe." "Yeah you better be." "Psh, you think you're all tough" "I'm Jordan Staal, I am tough." "ha ha, don't make me laugh." "You are just on a roll today aren't you." "Well, I don't mean to brag or anything." "Good, then don't." "haha shut up. Well I need to board the plane so I'll call you when I'm to my new house and let you know how much it sucks." "Alright sounds good to me. Love you." "Love you too, bye." I hung up the phone, grabbed my carry on bag and boarded the plane. About an hour and 30 minutes later we landed again. I got my luggage and went out to the parking lot. My dad told me that my mom should be waiting for me. I looked around and saw someone who was dressed up like a limo driver holding a sign that said my name. I walked over. "Are you Rae?" The man asked me. "Yeah. Where is my mom." "She had some...uh business to do." 'ha right, more like some people to do' I thought to myself. "....alright then." Typical. I shouldn't of even expected my mom to be there. The man took my stuff and put it in the trunk while I climbed in the back seat. About 30 minutes later we pulled into a driveway. "This is your new house." It was in Marco Island. I got out and looked at the house. It was big and the beach was right in our backyard which was pretty nice. The man grabbed my bags and led me into the house and then to my new room. The room I had was on the second floor all the way at the end of the hallway. Not anywhere near my mom's room which was downstairs. I didn't mind. When I walked in my room I noticed my mom had decorated it for me, I guess she was trying to be nice. It was a teal color, which I liked. There was a big bed in the middle of the room with a cool iron design on it. I figured it was a California King. The comforter was big, white, and fluffy. Over to the left side, the wall was just a big window that overlooked the beach. If you kept walking to the corner on the left wall there was a huge bathroom with everything a person could need. I walked back out of the bathroom and to the right corner of the room, where I found my big walk in closet. Which would be great for all my clothes. There was a flat screen TV up on the wall straight across from my bed. I looked around a little bit more and found another door over on the right side which led me into a little room that looked like a little hangout room, or for more privacy. Hah my mom always thought of everything. The man that had taken me from the airport was still standing in the doorway. "By the way, my name is Al. If you need anything just let me know." "Alright thank you." I was still amazed by my room. I hopped up on the bed and decided to call Jordan again. "Hello there." "Hey, wow Jor you really need to come down and see this house." "I know, I want to come see you." "Please do. When do you think you could?" "Well this weekend I don't have any games so that might work." "Please, Please, Please." I begged. "....I'm thinking about it." He teased. "What is there to think about!.....and we won't have my dad or Blaine watching our every move." I continued. "Alright, Alright. It's a deal. I'll leave on an early flight Friday." "Okay, Good. Well I have to unpack so I'll talk to you later. Love you." I hung up the phone and just laid on my bed. 'This isn't going to be so bad after all' I thought to myself.