disintegrate into me tonight &&JORDAN&&

[ivy raine blackwell]

Pancakes.

For some reason, it just seemed like everything that Ivy watched or read or looked at, she saw pancakes. What the hell was wrong with this world? Why did it have to torture her so?!

Well, because of these aparitions of breakfast pastries, the girl decided she needed to get some. More like she was brainwashed into them. And who better to share that with than one of her good friends? At eight o'clock at night, she was taking a cab to a pretty special boy's apartment. Well, and his father lived there, too. She just couldn't keep herself from smiling a little cutely in anticipation. There was something she just loved about Jordan and Dylan.... It was different hanging out with them as opposed to other friends.

Jordan was a lot less inclined to go out and party than other people. She knew he loved to. But having a kid, being a single father, not having a high paying job.... These things all added up to a shut-in, weirdo man. He was twenty-one, for Christ's sake! This was supposed to be the prime of his goddamn life! He could go out and get fuckin' wasted at anytime! It would be so amazing to be at that age. Fifteen was just way too young.... She didn't even have the permission of the government to mess around.

This was exactly why Ivy always popped in to say 'hello'. Though, hello usually meant 'Hey, dude, grab your bong and a few beers! I'm feelin' sober.' Tonight's endeavor, however, was a little more innocent. Sure she had smoked a little ganja before heading out. But then she felt like she could eat more! Which was a total bonus.

When the cab finally reached the apartment complex that Jordan lived in, she hopped out as quick as she could. She clomped her clunky boots up to his floor and pounded real hard on the door. No matter that some people around him may be sleeping. This was more important. She wanted those damn pancakes and she would have them now! "Jordan!!! Let's go to IHOP, I'm hungryyy! Oh, and the meter's running downstairs so let's go! Chop chop!"

W O R D S * noofwords ;;
T H O U G H T S *I just set it at IHOP cuz they'll be there soon enough;;
M U S I C * breathe carolina ;;
T A G G E D * jordan ;;
W E A R I N G * clicky ;;

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[jordan andrew dredd]

YEAH, SO TELL ME WHAT IT’S LIKE
TO HAVE LIVED WITHOUT MOVING AN INCH

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“Dylan, don’t you think it’s time to get ready for bed?” Jordan questioned as he flicked his gaze from his tv to the boy cuddled against his side. “nope.” Jordan arched an eyebrow at the reply. “And why is that little man?” He asked in return, only to have the boy grin up at him, in that cute six year old way that got them anything they wanted. “because, you’re not going to bed.” He replied simply, his grin in full force. A small smile pulled at Jordan lips as he nodded his head. “Right, of course.” He stated before flicking his gaze back to the tv, trying not to laugh. As of late Dylan was going through the ‘I’m going to be exactly like my daddy, so I have to copy everything that he does’ phase. While it was cute, it was also a little annoying, like in this situation. He couldn’t get the boy to go to bed until he either fell asleep or forced Jordan to go pretend to be going to bed. Dylan would no longer eat the Cinnamon toast crunch cereal because Jordan’s favorite cereal was cheerios; though there wasn’t much complaint on that one because cheerios were better for you. The most difficult thing about this was dropping the boy off at daycare so he could go to work, the look that Dylan gave him just broke his heart. He couldn’t do much about that though, he had to work as much as he could because they needed the money, simple as that.

A series of loud banging combined with shouting at his door startled him from his thoughts, almost making him jump right off the couch. “Christ.” He muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes lightly before a slow smile started pulling his lips up. “Ivy! Ivy! Ivy!” Dylan’s shouting confirmed what he all ready knew, it was the darling Ivy pounding at his door, demanding that they go to Ihop. Of course before he even had a chance to get to the door Dylan was all ready there, opening it and latching himself onto the girls leg; he absolutely loved Ivy. “Dylan, what did I tell you about opening the door, could be a stranger. Y’know stranger danger and stuff.” He stated while coming around to the front door, a smile on his face. “But she’s Ivy, not a stranger.” The miniman retorted. Jordan couldn’t help but grin, “touché.”

He flicked his gaze back up to Ivy, “Ihop hungry this late at night? What were you doing?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips before he walked over to the kitchen counter. He grabbed his wallet, keys and cellphone before slipping his shoes on. He turned his gaze to Dylan, who had sure enough caught the hint and was all ready putting his shoes on. “Don’t forget your sweater Dylan.” He commented, grabbing a sweater of his own so that his little boy would copy him. “All righty, we probably shouldn’t keep that meter running too much longer eh Ivy?” he stated as he turned his gaze to the girl, a small smile on his lips.

AND HAVE YOU UP AND LEFT THE STATE
WE JUST TALK BUT WE NEVER LIVE

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• Word Count:a few
  
• Status: Complete!
  
• Tag:IVY
  
• Notes: all righty, a little rambly, but oh well xD
  
• Music:Dev
  
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