[jordan] D E S P E R A T E *

[knoxville script holt]

Knox could hardly believe he was actually inviting someone to have coffee with him without being forced to. But being home, Rozzi had insisted she go. He usually tried to keep the fact that Rozzi and Hunter were his sisters under wraps, especially Rozzi. She hated the paparazzi and the tabloids and didn't want her every move watched.

"So, which cutie are we seeing today?" She asked, and he rolled his eyes, opening the door for him.

"Jordan, you faggot." He said, and she rolled her eyes, walking in past him before he followed her in.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan was sitting in Starbucks quietly, rubbing at his finger bruised throat beneath the long bandana wrapped loosely around it, its ends hanging down over the chest of his shirt. He hadn't been quite quick enough to avoid Zain in his angry and drunk stupor last night, and had gladly taken Knox's offer, just as an excuse to get out this morning.
He glanced up as they came in the door, expression not changing anyway, the only indication of acknowledging hem being that he shifted his weight.

[knoxville script holt]

"I want a coffee with cream and a-" Rozzi started, but was quickly cut off by her brother.

"Coffee black. Holt." He told the guy, and he raised an eye, obviously recognizing one of the two of them. He pulled Rozzi over to the table, and she groaned.

"Fuck, Knoxville. If I wanted to be all bruised up, I'd have rough sex. Let go of me." She complained, and he rolled his eyes.

"Just sit, miss priss."

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan glanced up from picking at the donut he had ordered when they sat down. "Hey.." He murmured softly, chewing on his snakebites and glancing back down at the donut again as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. He reached up absently to rub at his aching throat again, carefully adjusting the bandana

[knoxville script holt]

"Oh. It speaks." Rozzi said as she sat and Knox elbowed her, taking the seat next to her.

"Shut the fuck up." He hissed, reaching up to fix his hair before he leaned back in his chair. Rozzi propped her elbow on he table, hiding her face from the window should any photographers appear. "Rozzi, that's Jordan. Jordan, this is captain sassy pants."

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan glanced at her and offered a nod and a weak smile. He finally pushed the half untouched donut asaid without interest, resting a shoulder against the window. "How're you?" He murmured softly, glancing at Knox and playing with the edge of the scarf like bandana since he wasn't picking at his food anymore.

[knoxville script holt]

"I'm alright." Knox mumbled, looking up as the barista called for their coffee. He walked over and grabbed it, then walked back, handing Rozzi her's. She took it, taking a long drink out of it before she turned to face Knox in her chair. "Are you okay? Am I going to beat someone's ass?" Knox asked.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan nodded and watched him go and come back. The question had him biting his lip, and he studied the table silently in response. "I'm fine.." He shrugged indifferently to hide any other emotion. He'd managed to injest enough pills last night to feel numb, and the effects were still fading. But his throat hurt terribly, he had been choked to the point of passing out. "He was just drunk...he didn't do much.." Self consciously he fixed the bandana again, knew the dark bruises there made clear that they had been hands to choke him.

[knoxville script holt]

"I'm still going to beat the fuck out of him." He said, pulling his phone out to check it. "He doesn't have the right to lay his hands on anyone." He scrolled through the band's site. "Kenneth had an interview today." He said, clicking to stream the video.

'Are you going to be the one to tell who Knoxville's sisters are?' The interviewer asked, and he shrugged.

'I'd rather not. They've gotten death threats and we all agreed to keep their identities under wraps.' He said.

"You guys got some crazy fans." Rozzi said.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan bit his lip and swallowed, wincing with the action. He was just worried Zain would get pissed at him if Knox did anything. "Yeah?" He murmured, growing a little more interested. He watched it quietly, then glanced at Rozzi. "What band doesn't?" He hadn't bothered get coffee, and finally oushed his untouched donut into the trash by the table.

[knoxville script holt]

"I dunno. All bands I guess. But at least they don't threaten sisters." She said, pulling her baggy jacket over her hands. Knox elbowed her as Kenneth started talking again.

'-dunno..' He finished.

'So, you don't have a crush on anyone?' The interviewer asked, shifting her weight.

'Maybe..." He trailed off, a smirk playing on his lips and Knox laughed.

"He would, too." Knox said, and Rozzi laughed.

'Are you going to tell us anything?'

'I dunno. Am I?' He retorted.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan began to smile a bit as he watched the interview, a hand resting loosely over his throat. He finally dropped it to his lap, barely noticing how the bandana had been pushed down enough to reveal the start of one of the dark bruises, eyes on the phone.

[knoxville script holt]

Rozzi propped herself up on her elbow to see over Knox's head.

'How do you like your band mates?'

'Knox's a crazy ass. A rude as fuck. But he's pretty cool. Jordan is.. well, Jordan.' He said, and Knox smirked.

"Do bassists really do it deeper?'

'Do we?' He retored, and Rozzi snorted.

"He's such a smartass!" She exclaimed.

'During sex-'

'Woah woah woah. The only action I get is my hand.'

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan laughed softly, easing up. A smirk remained on his lips and he shook his head. "It's Kenneth, of course he is," He insisted before glancing back at the phone again.

[knoxville script holt]

"You really got a thing for Kenneth, huh?" Rozzi asked with a smirk, and Knox elbowed her.

'You and Jordan really are the quietest in the band. Why's that?'

'Guess no one would know if we fucked then, huh?' He retorted.

'Are you?'

'We could be, for all you know. But we're not.'

'Why's that?'

'I don't do guys..' He trailed off, and Knox knew it was a lie. Because he had a thing for Jordan.