tHe StOrY sO fAr

[nfgurlie]

since i'm such a NFG freak, i have a few fan fics for them as well. here's my favorite one.

:: Prologue ::

I can't remember the time or place
Or what you were wearing
It's unclear about how we met
All I know is it was the best conversation that I've ever had
Until this day I've never found someone
With eyes as wide as yours
I've been searching up and down the coast
Overlooking what I need the most...

Jordan stopped writing and look down at the note that Misty had left for him two months earlier. It was creased from all the times he had folded and unfolded it to read those words that had tore his heart out. It was hard to believe that such words had come from someone he loved so much. What was harder to believe was that he didn't know that he loved her that much until she made him realise it the hard way.

"Jordan,
I love you more than anything in this world, you're my heart, my soul and my everything. It's just that lately, it doesn't feel as if it's the same for you. I've tried everything to reach you and make it known that I love you but you're not returning those feelings. I can't believe it took me this long to realise it. So, I'm leaving you. Not because I want to, but because I need to. Maybe one day we can be together again. It's up to you. You'll always have my heart. Forgive me,
Misty"

Fresh tears spilled down his face as he refolded the note and slipped it back in his wallet. He'd give anything if that someday was today. He wiped at his tears with the back of his hand. He stared at what he had written so far and then picked back up his pen. If he wanted her back then he'd write a million songs until he found the perfect one to express how much he needed her.

Did you notice that I was afraid?
I thought I'd run out of things to say
Two more hours until today burns this away
And it starts all over again

The sky will never look the same again
'Til you show me how it could be...

[nfgurlie]

::Chapter One::

Ian sighed. He was beyond tired of Jordan and his moping whenever they weren't performing or practicing. It was sickening. He couldn't believe that Jordan hadn't seen the break up coming. Ian had known for months that it was bound to happen. He was surprised that Misty had held out for as long as she did. He also knew that it was tearing his sister apart, moreso than Jordan.

"Jordan." He said in a low voice. No answer. "JORDAN!" He yelled.

Jordan startled. "Huh?" He had been bent over a notebook, which was the norm lately, and his eyes were red.

"Dude, just talk to her. Tell her something, anything." Ian told him.

Jordan tilted his head. "I can't. I want to, but I can't. What would I say, I'm sorry I took you forgranted?"

Ian nodded, "It's a start." He couldn't believe how stupid Jordan could be at times.

Jordan shook his head. "I'm gonna write a song to sing to her. It's the only way."

"If she's not talking to you, what makes you think that she'll sit still long enuff for you to perform a song?" Ian asked him, taking his notebook and skimming what was written.

"She always comes to the Florida shows, no matter where they are. I see her at everyone of them." Jordan told him in a small voice.

Ian pitied him more in that moment than he had in the past two months. Misty had made him promise not to tell Jordan that she still went to the shows. She didn't want him to know. Ian swallowed and then lied, "Uh, Jord, I don't know how to tell you this but M doesn't come to the shows anymore."

"Yes, she does." Jordan insisted. "She always stands way in the back. I know it's her. I'd know her anywhere."

Ian let out a long sigh and shoved his notebook back at him. A piece of paper fluttered out of it and Jordan scrambled to pick it up before Ian could see it. "No, she don't."

"She's dyed her hair maroon. It's been layered." Jordan replied as he furiously scribbled in his notebook.

"Any of the guys could have told you that. Have you been going through my things again?" Ian asked him. He had a recent picture of Misty that had come up missing. Well, not missing because he knew that Jordan had to have it.

Jordan closed his notebook, "Yes...I took a picture of her...but I swear it, Ian. She's there. And you know it."

Ian gave him a sad smile because he couldn't stand lying to Jordan again and opened the hotel room door. "Just call her, man. She's just as miserable as you." He told Jordan as he pulled it shut behind him.


Jordan sat his notebook on the table and stared at his cell phone. He wanted to call Misty so bad. He had dialed her number so many times only to never press send, and if he made it that far he always hung up before it even rang once. Pathetic, he knew but he couldn't help himself.

Ian had told him to call her and he knew he should. His couldn't wait for the perfect song to come along, he knew that. Maybe he should just get it over with. He picked up his phone and dialed the familiar number.


Misty had just laid down as her cell phone rang. She reached for it and turned it on, not bothering to see who it was. "Hullo?" No answer but she could hear movement and breathing on the other end. "Hullo? Ok, stop messing around. I hate prank calls. I'm gonna hang up now."

"Wait." came Jordan's voice.

Misty froze. She had given up on him ever calling her. "Jordan?" she asked, wishing her voice didn't sound so pained.

"Yeah, it's me. So how have you been?" he asked.

She winced at his voice. He sounded so distant. "Good. You?"

"Horrible. Miserable. Awful. Distraught." He stopped speaking and she heard him draw in a sharp breath. "I could go on forever...the point is that I miss you, M. I'm terribly sorry for taking you forgranted. I was afraid."

She stared at the display on her stereo. She didn't know what to say. She had completely given up on him calling and now that he had...

"And I understand if you've moved on, I've wanted to call and drop by your house so many times...but I couldn't bring myself to do it. When you left, you took my heart away. I didn't think that I'd ever speak to you again. But I'm sorry that this ever happened. Do you think we'll have another chance?" Jordan drew in another breath.

She knew this was hard for him but she did nothing to allievate that.

"Are you still there, M?" he asked.

She wanted to say no, "Yesh."

"Yes what?" He sounded so hopeful that it made her sick in a way. He'd never know how she had stared at the phone for weeks after she had left, hoping he'd call. How she jumped at every car that pulled up in her driveway and peeped out the curtains only to find that Ian had come home or Denise, Lori and Liz had dropped in for a visit.

"Yes, I'm still here. Look, Jordan, I'm glad you called, but I've got this killer migrane. Can we finish this conversation some other time?" she asked.

"Yeah," he sounded wounded, "sure...later, M...you know that I still"

She hung up before he could say "love you."

[bRoKeN*smile]

awww it's so good...

[nfgurlie]

it gets better...there's a lot of drama. it's my best one to date. (or so I think)

::Chapter Two::

Denise pulled into Misty's driveway and laid on the Mustang's horn. Five minutes later she got out of the vehicle and went and knocked on the door. She had been trying to get ahold of her friend all day. Denise knew something was wrong but didn't know what until Misty opened the door.

"Mist?" she asked. Her friend had looked awful at times lately, but nothing like this. "Are you ok? What happened?"

Misty wiped at her puffy eyes. "He called, Dennie. He called me and apologised and I..."

Denise stared at her friend. "You what?"

"Got off the phone as quickly as I could and tried to drown myself in the shower...but obviously, it didn't work. So then I decided to drink for awhile...and here I stand before you sober as hell cos we both know I'm not much of a drinker." Misty told her.

Denise didn't know if she should laugh or hug her best friend. She went for the hug. "Aw, M. I'm sorry." She ushered Misty back into the house and shut the door behind her.

"Oh god, Dennie...do you have any idea how long I've wanted him to call? I never dreamt that he would." Misty said as she sat down on the couch and buried her face in her hands.

Denise pulled some tissues out of the box that sat on the coffee table and handed them to Misty. "Yes. You're constantly going, 'Why hasn't he called Dennie? Doesn't he care?' or 'Should I have left? I'm more miserable now than I was when I was with him!' So I know. Oh god, do I know."

Misty let out a small laugh and wiped her eyes. "I'm not that bad, am I?"

Denise flashed her a smile. "The important thing is that you believe that."

Misty laughed for real this time. "So what brings you here?"

"Hmm...lemme think. We usually have brunch together on Thursdays. You didn't show. I tried calling, emailing and messaging you...nada. So Liz suggests that I drop by...and this is what I found. Moping, miserable Misty." Denise gave her friend a look. "I was worried."

"Aw. I'm touched," Misty mocked. "Besides that?"

"Cyrus called me. There's a show in Tampa tomorrow night. You wanna go?" Denise said in a rush.

Misty looked at her, "Duh. I always go."

Denise laughed. "I know cos I'm the one that drags you there."

"That you do." Misty yawned and stretched. "You hungry?"

Denise nodded. "But we aren't going anywhere with you looking like that!"

"What's wrong with the way I look?" Misty asked, looking down at her black cargos and navy blue tee shirt.

"It's not the clothes." Denise told her.


Cyrus tapped his snare drum while he waited for Chad and Jordan to decide which song to practice next. He was watching Ian and Steve act silly, they trying to see who could make the stupidest expression while playing.

"Who's face was the stupidest?" Steve asked him.

"Yours. All the time. No contest." Came Cyrus' automatic response.

Ian laughed. "I knew it! Blah-ha-ha!"

Steve glared at them both. "Not funny!"

Ian punched him in the arm. "Aw, it must not be that bad cos you are dating Lori and she hasn't complained about it, yet."

Steve sneered at him, "Wish I could say the same for you. We all know that it was Misty who got all the good looks in your family.

Everything had grown quiet at the mention of Misty. All eyes were on Jordan, who looked uncomfortable.

"Soooooo...have you guys decided what song we should do next?" Cyrus asked, breaking the silence.

Chad nodded, "Better Off Dead."

"Good." Cyrus replied. "Shall we?"

Jordan nodded and the guys launched into the song. Cyrus played it on auto-pilot, thinking of the show tomorrow night and the fact that he was going to get to see Denise. They had been dating for almost two years and their anniversary was coming up. He had hoped that they would be home then but since the Jordan-Misty break up, there had been shows practically every nite.
Cyrus knew that Chad and Ian had talked Jordan into it to keep him from moping around Coral Springs. But Cyrus missed home. Jordan's angry tone pulled him out of his thoughts. He watched him while he sang.

On my own again
That's what she said
That's what she said
I'm leaving you tomorrow
But she already left
She already left me

Yeah

She said I'm better off dead
It's your own life
Live it for yourself
It's your own life
Live for your...

Cyrus sighed. At this rate, hell would have to freeze before they would see Coral Springs.



::Chapter Three::

Jordan was glad that practice was over for the day and that he could go back to his room and get some sleep. Last night that had been out of the question, especially after the phone call with Misty. He had stayed up going over things he should have said.

He slammed the door shut and slipped out of his sneakers, grabbed his CD player and plopped down on the bed. He put on the headphones, pressed play and searched until he found the song he was looking for and pressed repeat.

Got a picture of your house
And you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded
It's looking pretty worn

I see the factory that I worked
Sillhouetted in the back
The memories are great but man they're really coming back

I don't need to be the king of the world
As long as I'm the hero of this little girl

Heaven isn't too far away
Closer to it every day
No matter what your friends might say


How I love the way you move
And the sparkle in your eyes
There's a color deep inside them like a blue surburban sky

When I come home at night
And you're in bed asleep
I wrap my arms around you so I can feel you breathe

Misty hit the off button rather hard which made Denise protest.

"Gurl, this is not your Cavalier. You cannot damage my baby that way." She scolded.

Misty flashed her a sarcastic smile and her middle finger. "You know why I did it."

"I don't care. I know that Jordan had them cover that song for you but that doesn't mean that you can assult the car." Denise said, trying to be serious but smiling.

Liz leaned up from the backseat. "Cha man, we can't have you taking things out on Dennie's car."

Misty laughed, "It's not my fault that there is nothing good on the radio."

Denise shook her head and stared out the windshield. She was letting Misty drive to Tampa because she knew it better than any of them. Her and Ian had grandparents who lived there. The girls were planning on meeting up with the band and staying with them until Saturday. Denise was estatic about this becos it meant that she got to spend time with Cyrus.

"How much longer?" Liz asked, leaning forward to mess with the dials on the radio.

"An hour and a half." Misty replied. A steady rain had begun to fall and she turned on the headlights and then the wipers.

"Cool." Liz hit the memory dial for TK101 and Jordan's voice filled the interior of the car.

Misty swurved.

[bRoKeN*smile]

ooo i love drama....it's like...geez..i know the word....cliffhanger! hehe!

[nfgurlie]

::Chapter Four::

"Oh my god...Oh my god...Oh my god..." Liz muttered over and over again from the back.

"That was awfully close, Misty!" Denise said. She was clutching the dashboard with one hand and the arm rest with the other.

"I know, but it's not my fault that the effing idiot didn't have on his effing lights." Misty replied. She laid on the horn as she passed the black Buick that she had almost hit. "People who don't know to turn on their headlights in a Florida downpour shouldn't be driving in Florida."

Denise swallowed, "So the song had nothing to do with it?"

Misty glanced at her. "No. I can listen to him sing...I have no problem with that." She gave her friend a small smile. "Honest. Cross my heart."

Denise raised her eyebrow but said nothing. Instead she turned around to check on Liz and Lori. She was shocked to find Lori, who slpet to keep from getting car sick, still asleep.

"She slept thru that?!" Denise asked Liz, who had buckled up and was looking a lot calmer.

Liz nodded, "Yeah. I don't see how."

"I'm not asleep." Lori said, startling them both. "I'm just fighting the urge to throw up all over the place."

Both Denise and Liz chorused "Ewwwwwww!" While Misty just laughed and floored it.


"Misty!" Ian exclaimed and threw his arms around his younger sister. "It's been forever!"

Misty laughed and hugged him back. "Yesh, it has. Even though I saw you two weeks ago."

He ruffled her hair and then went off the greet the others. Misty let the smile slip off her face and plopped down on the couch in the suite. Chad sat down beside her.

"Sup M?" he asked, also ruffling her hair. "Your hair..."

She smirked. "Yup. It's cherry red."

He laughed, "What is with you Grushkas and extreme hair colors?"

"Mum wouldn't let us get any tatts or piercings until we were eighteen but she let us dye our hair any color we wanted. It's more like a habit for both of us now." Misty replied.

Chad laughed, "How long will it stay this color?"

Misty shrugged and drug her teeth across her lip ring, a nervous habit. "Where's Jordan?"

Chad's smile evaporated. "His room. I think he's asleep. He 's been rather grumpy all day."

Misty sighed. "I know why!"

"The phone call?" Chad asked.

Misty nodded. "He told you guys?"

"Just me." Chad told her.

Misty looked relieved. "Well, I guess I should go see him. I told him we'd finish our conversation later and well, it's later." She flashed Chad a big smile. "Wish me luck?"

He gave her a hug. "Good luck, M."


Jordan stirred. He thought he had heard someone knock but he couldn't be certain. He pulled off his headphones and listened.

taptaptap...taptaptap

"Hang on!" he moaned. He rolled out of bed and ran his hand through his hair. He made his way slowly to the door and opened it. His heart almost stopped when he saw who it was.

"Misty?!"


::Chapter Five::

Jordan closed his eyes and then opened them slowly. She was still standing there, dressed in black with damp red hair, so he wasn't dreaming. She was running her teeth over her lip and it was driving him crazy. He wanted to grab her and...

"Yeah, it's me." She gave him a small smile. "Did I wake you?"

He nodded. "It's okay. What brings you here?"

"The show tomorrow. Denise, Liz and Lori are with the guys." She let out a sigh. "Can I come in?"

He stepped aside and let her into the room. "Sorry. It's a little messy."

Misty looked around the room and let out a laugh. "Just a little?"

He gave her a half smile. "Hurrican Jordan hit it."

She laughed again. He hadn't heard it in a while and he liked the sound. He started to relax. If she could stand to be in the same room as him and laugh then that was a good thing.

He started to clear out the chair so she could sit down but she had already settled on the bed, indian style. He sat down beside her.

"About the phone call last night..." She began.

"I'm sorry if it upset you." He told her.

She tilted her head and cherry red hair fell across her face, casting a shadow over half of it. Jordan couldn't help himself. He brushed it back behind her ear and traced a finger down her jaw line. She flinched.

"Sorry..."he mumbled. "It's just..."

"I still love you." she blurted out. "Yeah, the call upset me at first...I had given up on you calling me. But I'm glad that you did."

He let out a sigh of relief. "Really?"

She nodded, a smile on her face. "I've missed you. I wanted to call you but Chad and Ian said you'd call when you were ready so I didn't."

Jordan laughed. "Ian was constantly telling me to call you. But I just couldn't. I didn't know what to say."

"I'm sorry was suffice." She told him.

"Apparently, but you know me. I wanted to express it in a song. I've written tons." He opened his duffel bag and pulled out four composition books. "But I didn't like any of them."

Misty laughed. "Aw." She cupped his cheek with her left hand. Her other hand was in his chest. "God Jordan...I've missed you so much. I'm sorry I left."

He ran his fingers through her hair, "You had your reasons."

She grimaced. "We could have worked it out." She traced his lips with a finger. "We always managed in the past."

"Yeah but I was an idiot. I'm just now getting over it." He told her. "So about the you-me thing..."

"You wanna give it another go?" She interrupted.

"Only if you do..." He replied. He was hyper aware of the fact that her lips were inches from his.

She opened her mouth to speak but Ian barged into the room followed by Liz, Denise and Cyrus. The moment was ruined.

[bRoKeN*smile]

this is one of my fav stories you've written...