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

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan's smile fell at her commemt, as well as where the interview was headed. He looked away, working his jaw quietly as he shifted his weight in discomfort. He didn't like when conversations turned to sex. Usually in public he would blow it off as nothing, even if it bothered him. But when it was just them, he had no reason to. He loosened the bandana around his neck a little more, glancing out the window.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox elbowed Rozzi. "Shut up." He muttered, but turned off the interview as they gave Kenneth an acoustic guitar to cover one of their songs. He put his phone in his pocket, downing all his coffee.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan glanced at them for a momemt, and watched Knoxville down his coffee before he glanced at the counter. He hadn't bothered order anything, his throat hurting to much to even want to ingest anything.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox almost felt bad, knowing that Kenneth liked Jordan, but would probably never tell him. His aunt and uncle had been strict on their religion, telling him what he liked was wrong. He reached up, fixing his hair. "Did you wanna stay at my place tonight?"

[jordan marcus ballard]

"Yeah..please.." He breathed. It was warm in here though, and despite the reaction he assumed to come, he finally reached up and pulled the long bandana from around his neck, wadding it up and setting it aside. There was no mistake about the nasty bruising.

[knoxville script holt]

"My-" Rozzi started, and Knox clamped his hand over her mouth.

"You're more than welcome to stay at my house. We'll ship Rozzi to a crazy house or something." He said, pulling his hand back as she licked it. He wrinkled his nose, wiping his hand on his jeans.

[jordan marcus ballard]

"Thanks," Jordan breathed, but didn't even smirk at the comment about Knox's sister. He swallowed carefully, grimacing, and hoped his throat would stop aching so much. He excused himself and wandered to the counter to get a glass of ice water.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox pulled his phone from his pocket as he got a text, reading over it before he put it back in his pocket. "Is he gonna be okay?" Rozzi asked as he left.

"Yeah. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt him." He said. "Not while I'm around."

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan mumbled a thanks and wandered over to sit back down with them. He sipped halfheartedly at his water and swallowed carefully, glancing at them before pushing his hair from his face.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox looked him over, pretty bothered by the marks on him. "You know we only have like.. a week and a half before we go on tour, right?" He asked, hoping he would at least ask to stay with him for that time, or say he was going to stay with Kenneth or something.

[jordan marcus ballard]

"Yeah.." Jordan breathed, raising an eyebrow. And even though Zain wasn't going with their band, he was still going. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, hesitant. "Can I like..stay with you or Kenneth?" Sometimes he could tolerate Zain, but recenty it had got pretty damn bad. And he didn't need to be worrying about performing on stage half beaten, or having Knox going and playing big brother again.

[knoxville script holt]

"I don't care if you stay with me. Kenneth probably wouldn't either, if you asked. I mean, he lives in an apartment but still. I don't think he'd care. He's always complaining of the quiet." He said with a shrug. He knew for a fact Kenneth would be beside himself with happiness if Jordan wanted to stay with him, even if he was still trying to be straight.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan chewed on his snakebites quietly. "Okay.." He murmured. "I'll ask him later.." He much preferred a quiet house, but he was willing to stay with either. Running a hand through his hair, he touched his pocket to make sure he hadn't left his pills, and got up to slink to the restroom.