The Place You and I Share

Anastasia and Jordan are perfect. They create together and love each other. They're too perfect. He's madly in love with her. She's guilty with the secret she's keeping from him. But they're still perfect. One day, they'll figure it all out. (Spotify playlist with all the songs from the book has the same title as the book, just search it up)

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3. In The Backyard

When I wake up Jordan isn't there and that's kind of upsetting but I hear him running back in and it puts a smile on my face. "Dang it, I wanted to be here when you woke up, I kept coming back and checking but you just weren't awake" he says, his cheeks flushed.

"It's okay, you're here now. Whatcha cookin?" I ask.

"Sausage, biscuits, and gravy" he says proudly.

"You're too good to me" I say and he smiles wide. He knows it too.

"Well you comin?" He calls over his shoulder as he runs out of my room. I laugh and jump out of bed, chasing after him. When I get I to the kitchen I jump on his back and tickle under his armpits and he laughs so hard.

I have to admire how much I love our relationship, it's slightly brother-sister like, but we still love each other boyfriend-girlfriend like.

When I get to the kitchen "Something Good Can Work" by Two Door Cinema Club plays.

I take a look at the sausage and gravy and smell it, closing my eyes and smiling. "Smells so good, thanks Jord" I say and he nods.

I lean at the counter and rest on my hand and it doesn't surprise me when Jordan takes his camera off the window shelf and adjusts the zoom and focus and starts snapping pictures of me. Despite my desire to hide my face because I am in pyjamas, don't have makeup and my hair is major bed-head crazy, I still let him take the pictures because I wouldn't ever want to interrupt something that he's passionate about.

"Move your chin slightly up so the light from the skylight hits your eyes" he says and I lift my chin like he asked.

In fact, the light from the skylight does hit my eyes, and from only being up for less that five minutes, it sure does hurt my eyes.

To the point of my eyes watering.

"Anastasia, why are you crying?" He asks, putting his camera down and stepping closer.

"The freaking light is burning my eyes!" I exclaim and he laughs.

I wipe my tears and close my eyes tightly so they don't burn as much and Jordan just laughs.

I laugh a little too and pull out two glass cups and fill them with apple juice. As Jordan puts breakfast on the table I set the cups up by the plates and he smiles, brushing his hand against mine as he lays the silverware and I move the napkins.

We're a team.

"Thank you for breakfast" I say and he nods sweetly.

We eat, listening to Jordan's morning playlist, Walk The Moon's Shut Up and Dance plays and it makes us both smile from ear to ear. He bops his head along to the intro, devilishly grinning at me.

When the lyrics come he sillily sings along and points at me and it makes me giggle and I do the same. We slide across the floors; acting out all the lyrics, and I swear to god it doesn't get any better than this.

"A backless dress and some beat up sneaks" I sing, and lift up the back of my shirt and kick my left foot up in the air, like I'm showing off my invisible shoe.

"Oh don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me" he sings playfully and spins around me while holding my hips. When the song ends we go back to eating, and it feels just like we were in a musical.

After our plates are cleared I check my mobile to see if Joyanne had called but no news has come.

I walk to my art area, the morning sun brightening up my scene, and Jordan's upbeat playlist inspiring me to do summat bright and full of life.

Vibrant reds, yellows and pinks go on in circles with my acrylics and I use a fine point black sharpie to outline the circles, making them into balloons.

A shutter notice that I've gotten too familiar with snaps and I smile as I turn around. "I don't even know how many of these pictures I have of you" he says, as a matter of fact.

"There's all these beautiful trees, flowers, and architecture but you take pictures of little old me, I am so honoured" I say and hug him. He leans down and whispers "I actually think you're just as beautiful of a subject to photograph as the trees, flowers and architecture" and I blush really hard. "Stop being endearing" I say with a laugh.

My mobile rings and Jordan gives me a hopeful look, his mouth slightly open and his eyebrows raised playfully. I go over to the counter and pick it up.

"Hello" I say.

"Hi Anastasia" my dad replies.

"Oh, hi dad, how's it going?" I ask. Jordan laughs and hits his forehead with his hand.

"How's your Sunday going?"

"It's going good, Jordan made breakfast and I was just working on a piece a minute ago, how about you, what are you and mom doing?" I ask.

"We just got out of church, we're gonna go to brunch now, and maybe watch the football game" he says, and it makes me miss all the times we did that as a family.

"That sounds great. I think I'll come home next week so I can do that with you guys, and if you want I can bring Jordan" I say, smiling at the idea of going home.

"Sounds great, honey, we'd love that, oh, do you want to talk to your mother?" He asks.

"Sure, dad" I say and I hear him pass the mobile over.

"Anastasia, dear, how are you, how's art school, and how's your boy?" My mom asks sweetly.

"Oh, mom, I'm so good, art school is fine, great actually. And Jordan is great. I was just telling dad that I'm going to come home next week and if you'd like I can bring Jordan" I reply.

"Yes, we'd love that. Well, we're on our way to brunch so we'll talk to you soon!" She exclaims.

"Alright, I love you mom, I'll talk to you soon, have a nice brunch" I say.

"Love you too Stasia" she says and hangs up.

"How does going to my parents next week?" I ask as I put my mobile down. "Sounds great" Jordan says with a weary smile. "Jord, what's wrong?" I ask as I see his downhearted face. "It's just, I'll never be able to bring you to by parents..." He says sadly and it makes me sad too. I walk to him and pull him into a hug immediately.

When he was seven his parents died on a missions trip, and from there he was passed around, family member to family member, and nobody could handle him, and when he got to his grandparents on his dads side, they were performance based so they put him through the best schools and filled his schedule with every extra curricular activity they could to distract him, so he wouldn't think about how his parents were dead and none of his other family wanted him.

I've been friends with him since we were both born so I understand what he is going through although I've never experienced it. It hurt me that he got passed from family to family and I even asked my parents to adopt him at one point, but I'm glad that I didn't because then he'd only ever be a brother to me and that might have been a good thing because I wouldn't have poisoned him but I also wouldn't be standing here hugging him so it's a difficult situation.

"Thanks Stasia" Jordan says and pulls out of the hug.

"Can we go for a run today?" I ask. "Of course" he replies.

I go into my room and change my clothes into athletic wear and grab my arm band to put my mobile in so I can listen to music.

We get into his car and drive to his place so he can change into running clothes and grab his arm band as well.

"Stretches?" I ask and he nods. We stretch before taking off and I shuffle my music, Budapest by George Ezra playing and it gets me in the mood to run.

We run for about three miles, going back to his apartment after our run. "Well that was fun" he says and I nod. "Now we can work all the calories back that we just burnt by eating junk food and watching movies" he says and pulls me into his apartment.

"Hey Nick!" Jordan says as we go inside. "Jordan, Anastasia, how's it going?!" Nick; one of Jordan's roommates asks. "Great, just got back from a run, can we get the television for a few?" Jordan asks. "Yeah man, I'm out of here anyway, enjoy" he says and grabs keys off the hook before exiting and it gets quiet in the apartment.

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