#jordan:starter

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@poeticallydrunk

“Oh, you’re awake,” Jordan said, pulling the privacy curtain closed behind her. There wasn’t much privacy in the emergency room, but they tried. It was a slow night anyway, so she was taking her time with all her patients. She started to get some hand sanitizer for her hands and put on her gloves while she spoke. “Someone brought you in -- thought you were dead, y’know -- I guess you passed out on the street?” She shrugged. “Anyway, you had a lot of alcohol in your system. I’m just going to take some vitals, okay?”

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Jordan had been eagerly anticipating the arrival of her new neighbor. She wouldn’t have known that she was going to have a new neighbor, except that the girl in the apartment next door to hers had come by to apologize how loud she’d been. It was a strange conversation, the first that Jordan had ever had with that particular neighbor, but a good one, she supposed, nonetheless. But ever since she knew that the apartment next door was vacant, she watched and waited for someone new to move in. She desperately hoped for it to be someone good. 

And then finally, about three weeks after, she saw someone enter the apartment, and took it as a sign that it had been leased once again. She immediately started baking cookies, and as soon as they were cool enough to eat, she put them nicely on a plate and walked over to knock on the door. And once it was open --

“Hey, I’m Jordan. I live next door? I, um, made too many cookies and then thought that maybe you’d want some?”

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     “I don’t think it hit me how stupid we both must look right now until this moment--” Jordan bit down on her lower lip as she looked at Josh, huddled under a blanket, trying to hide a smile on her face. She put the popcorn down on the coffee table and sat back down on the couch, curling up next to him. “--but lucky for me, you’re cute.”

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@gcnebysunrise

Jordan was...not feeling well. Jessie had come over, and they’d consumed -- well, she wasn’t quite sure how much alcohol she’d consumed, but it was enough to make her feel almost drunk. Which was probably why she’d texted Evee. It was a stupid move, but Jordan wasn’t expecting the other girl to show up...until she did. “Hi,” she said, staring stupidly at the other girl. “What’re you doing here?”

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“Okay, so, all you have to do is just lay back and I’ll do the rest,” Jordan said, looking at the other person. She’d been working at the blood drive all day and they were her last donation. She loved her job, and liked the days when she wasn’t in the emergency department, but was eager to get home. She started to to get the kit together, making small talk as she did so. “Have you ever donated blood before?”

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It was quiet. Jessie’s apartment was rarely silent, and Jordan was usually grateful for the noise. She and Jess had driven home for the weekend, and had been late in returning to the city. Jordan hated driving at night, and it was an unspoken rule between the two friends that if either of them was over at the other’s past midnight, there was a place to stay. 

Jordan couldn’t sleep. She stood in Jessie’s small, cramped kitchen, cupping a mug between her hands. There hadn’t been any clean cups, and so, she poured herself some milk in a mug. Her eyes were firmly planted on the white liquid in the mug. She had heard the floorboards creaking in another part of the apartment, and knew that someone was on their way to the kitchen. She also knew it wasn’t Jessie. And she definitely knew that if she acknowledged the other person--well, it wouldn’t end well for either of them. 

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@cursetheheavens

Jordan had been coming to camp every summer that she could remember--the only one she missed was the one right after her brother passed away, and after she graduated out of being a camper, she kept coming back as a counselor. Fifteen years later, the camp still looked the same, and she recognized most of the faces. As was tradition, the counselors were having their annual pre-camp bonfire, and Jordan went to go take a seat next to someone, grabbing a marshmallow and a stick before sitting. “Do you like yours crispy and burnt or do you actually take the time to cook them?” she asked.