Tuesday September 1st
~JORDAN~
To say that I was tired was an understatement. I had spent all night at Sydney's house, we could hardly keep our hands off each other. After my first initial arrival, I wasn't surprised at all by Sydney's greeting as soon as she seen me and opened the door. I was half expecting it, actually. I relished the reaction that I could elicit from my Egyptian goddess.
Had it not been for the Kennedy calling me wanting to hang out, I would've been at Sydney's sooner. It wasn't hard coming up with a lie to tell Kennedy. She knew I had a routine and that I managed, in order for me to keep myself busy so I wouldn't fall into old habits, which in my case weren't at all good for me.
When I left Sydney's classroom, I must have been in violation of at least 20 traffic laws on the way home. But I didn't care, all that mattered to me was Sydney. She's all that I ever saw since the first day we met. The things she makes me feel is something I know that no woman could ever compare or measure up to. Suffice to say that I am deeply and madly in love with my English teacher. Albeit we had no way of knowing that that was going to happen, but something deep within me tells me that even if we had met under student-teacher circumstances, our relationship was going to be inevitable.
The chemistry between Sydney and I was undeniable. It was like a magnetic pull and even if we had tried, we wouldn't be able to resist one another for too long.
Back in New York we tried to be apart, but it never lasted long. Our relationship isn't perfect, of course ours has its flaws and imperfections. In the beginning we fought like crazy, it mainly had to do with being jealous, whether it be guys hitting on her or girls hitting on me. Our arguments would get pretty heated but somehow, we always managed to have the best makeup sex.
I'm not saying that's all I care about or that's what our relationship boils down to, it's never been about sex, it's an added bonus truth be told. I guess the simplest way to put it is, she is my counterpart in every possible way. She's not only beautiful, but she's also intelligent, determined, funny, and has her innocent moments. Her innocents are one of the many things that attracted me to her in the first place. Sydney has so many other characteristics that's why it's hard to pinpoint them all.
Sydney is the puzzle I will never solve and yet, as the pieces fall into place, she resets the pieces into another dimension which makes her hard for me to figure out, and I'm willing to spend eternity finding them all and putting it together. No amount or length of time will ever keep me from her, she is the only puzzle that perplexes me and at the same time makes any sense to me.
I'm pulled from my thoughts by the sound of my mother's voice. "Jordan! I made breakfast! Come and get it while it's hot!" My mom yells from the bottom of the stairs as I finish getting dressed.
"Okay mom! I'll be down in a minute!" I yell back at her. Since I woke up groggy and a little cranky from lack of sleep, which is totally my fault, I know. I decided to go with what I would deem as casual attire. Dark blue boot cut jeans that were tailor made by the way, that have music notes on the right back pocket that go down to just above the back of the knee, I put on a plain white t-shirt with my custom multi-colored Air Force Ones. My hair is the same as yesterdays. I put on my Apple watch, grabbed my Air Pods and stuffed them in the pocket of my jeans, I take my iPhone from its charger, then grabbed my backpack from my desk chair and proceeded to make my way downstairs to the kitchen.
Upon entering the spacious kitchen that's fit for a professional chef, I found the table set with scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon, toast and orange juice. Everything smelled delicious, I'm serious when I say that my mom could have been a chef. Not wanting to feel lethargic throughout the day, I took small portions of each dish.
My mom was by the kitchen sink finishing up with the cleaning. I looked around and didn't notice or hear my dad anywhere in the house. We would know if he was here because he would most likely be singing some stupid song that would get stuck in my head throughout the rest of the day. And if he wasn't singing, he would be beat boxing doing silly little dances around the kitchen, trying to get me and my mom to join him.
By now you're probably wondering what my relationship with my parents is like. And to put it simply, it's very 'Gilmore Girls', that is if Gilmore Girls were set in a more of a mafia type setting like in the movie 'The Family'. Basically, we tend to express ourselves with sarcasm for the most part, the mafia thing is my way saying that we don't take shit from anyone.
In all honesty, life before the music industry was so much more complicated. I've had to do things that I'm not so proud of. I had to grow up faster than most 8-year-old. Like I said in the summary of the book, I'm not your average 18-year-old. Yeah, yeah, I said this novel was about love and all that other bullshit but I'm going to be real with you for a minute. I barely scratched the surface with the summary. You my dear reader are in for one hell of a story. Don't get me wrong, love does play a huge factor in my memoirs, but I guess you're just going to have to keep reading in order to find out the rest.
Another part of our family dynamic is were actually really close. I don't keep anything from them, well, hardly anything. I have yet to tell them about Sydney and the only reason why I haven't said anything to them is because I want her just to myself for a while. And knowing my parents, they would take her away from me in an instant, begging and manipulating her as well as me in order to spend time with her. Now this whole thing with her being my teacher threw mine and Sydney's relationship goals a huge fuckin curve ball.
So now, I'm at a crossroads. Do I tell them about me and Sydney, confessing to them about how happy I am? Or do I not tell them and live a miserable existence until I graduate high school?
Hmm...decisions, decisions. I guess I'm going to have to cross that bridge when I come to it. Anyway, sorry for getting sidetracked back there. Where was I? Oh yeah. The relationship between me and my parents.
I tend to give my parents a lot of shit and vise versa, but it's how we've always been. At the end of the day, it's all-in good fun. They're my ride and die for real. I think it's weird that kids don't have a strong and healthy relationship with their parents just as I assume that other kids think it's weird that I have a good one with mine. But to each their own, I guess.
My mom had finished with the dishes and made her way to the table, she took the seat opposite me. I look nothing like my mother, except for the eyes. While I had raven colored hair, my mom is a natural blonde with the same honey-colored eyes as me. Where I am tall, my mom is rather average height, standing at around 5'6".
As for personality, dad says I get my feistiness from her, along with my patience, intelligence, wittiness and calm reserve. Dad always credits mom by saying that she's real back bone of the family and if it wasn't for her, he would be lost without her.
My dad on the other hand is who I take after the most. He's the tall, dark and handsome type, a real man's man. Strong, athletic, intelligent, determined, charming and very humorous. Dad could charm the hardest of men if he wanted to. So, if you're wondering where I get my accolades from, it's them.
I looked up from my plate of food because I felt my mom staring at me, with that creepy, I-just-love-my-child look plastered on her face. I couldn't take that look any longer, she knew how much that creeped me out. "Good morning mother. How was your evening last night?" I say in a playful tone.
"It was good. Your father and I worked late at the studio." She sighed at the end of her reply.
"Where is father by the way?" I question still being playful, she gives me one her, are-you-serious type of looks.
"He already left for work early this morning. He had to pick up one of the new artists from the airport." She said with a smile.
"Oh, I see. So, I'm taking it that you guys won't be back until late tonight?" I ask as I take another bite of scrambled eggs.
"No. Probably not. Well, most likely be at the office for a few days at least." I notice that she doesn't seem too thrilled about having to spend so much time away from home.
"That explains it then." I say as a devilish grin comes across my face.
