Lol mah little one shot about Jordan Eckes and mah best frand. It sucks bawlssss.

“So basically, I just needed to thank you. Thank you so-” Shianne’s speech was interrupted by a familiar voice coming from behind her. 

“You coming, Jordan?” Mike asked before heading out with the rest of the band.

Jordan looked around. His bandmates had all disappeared, and the majority of the fans had left taking their merch and memories with them.

“Uh, no. I’ll catch up with you later,” Jordan said looking at Shianne, then back to Mike.

Mike raised his eyebrows at the two and continued to walk away. 

Once they were alone, Jordan took Shianne’s hand and led her to sit on a nearby curb.

“So, you were saying?” He gazed into her big brown eyes. She squealed quietly and melted inside. 

“I just needed to thank you. Your band is the only band that has been able to stay with me, and continue helping me through everything. You’ve saved my life. It’s a little creepy and weird but,” she blushed and tears started to well up in her eyes. “you’re kinda like my everything and without you I probably wouldn’t be here right now. So thank you so much.” 

Jordan was immediately affected by this, pulling Shianne into a huge hug. 

She felt safe. She felt loved. She wanted this moment to last forever. 

“Shianne,” he sighed. “You don’t deserve to be doing those things to yourself. You’re beautiful. You’re a great person. You have to promise you’ll stop.”

“I can’t make promises.” 

Jordan caressed her face and wiped the tears away. 

“For me?”

They looked into each other’s eyes deeply.

Judging by the tears welling up in Shianne’s eyes, he knew the answer.

He got up from the curb. At 6’4”, he towered over her tiny frame, especially when she was sitting down.

“W-where are you going,” she stuttered. 

He grabbed her hand, helping her up. She was still tiny compared to him.  Without answering her question, he led her back to the empty van. He was surprised none of his band mates were in it. They must all be at a bar somewhere.  They both climbed in, getting comfortable in the back row. 

Thoughts raced through Shianne’s mind as she rested her head on his pigeon breast. These thoughts were different from her normal,  panicky thoughts. These thoughts were filled with nothing but safety and contentness.   Only an hour ago, she felt like just a fan. Now, she’s cuddling with Jordan Eckes in the back of We Are the In Crowd’s van. It was a completely surreal thing. 

She began to get more comfortable, kicking off her Toms and snuggling closer to him.  Jordan began to play with her vibrant blue hair.

“I love your hair,” he stated, twirling a piece of it between his fingers. “Can I call you blueberry?” 

Shianne looked up at him and nodded. 

He smiled. “My little blueberry.” Jordan continued to play with her hair and Shianne gently drifted off to sleep, feeling completely safe. 

About an hour later, she was abruptly woken up when her white iPhone started playing “In Real Life” by Demi Lovato. It was her ringtone.  She got her iPhone out of her pocket, carefully. She didn’t want to wake Jordan up. 

“Hello?” She whispered. 

“Where the fuck did you go!?” On the other end was her loud and worried best friend, Sydney. 

“Scary word!” 

There was a pause. Shianne could almost picture Sydney’s worried facial expression. 

“Uh, I’m in the back of the van…” She just pictured her best friend’s jaw drop.

“YOU’RE IN THE BACK OF THEIR VAN WHAT THE FUCK.” Sydney’s loud voice pierced Shianne’s ears, and woke up Jordan. 

“Slut. You just woke him up,” Shianne spoke quietly into the phone.

Jordan was staring at her with a confused smile. 

“I have to go. Meet me outside their van in like, 30 minutes.”

“Thirty minutes!? THAT IS ENOUGH TIME FOR PENETRATION. there will be no pregnancy on my watch.”

Shianne hung up before responding to her friend’s concerned statement. 

“Hey,” Jordan said, laughing as he stretched out his long arms. 

“Hiiiiii.” Shianne smiled big. 

“Want a drink,” he said pulling two cans of blue moon out of thin air.

Shianne was only 16. She’s drank once. Last summer, the first time she met Sydney. 

“Uh, yeah.” she reached out her arm to take the can from him. 

He quickly retreated. “Wait. How old are you?”

Shianne froze up, nervously.

“Ahahaha. I’m just kidding,” he laughed, handing her the beer. 

They opened them in unison and took sips. 

“My friend is gonna meet me here soon,” she said nervously, staring down at her half empty can of beer. 

“I’ll wait outside with you.”

They both climbed out of the van and waited in the humid, summer night air.   

Jordan pulled a lighter and pack of cigarettes from his jeggings. He light one and offered Shianne a smoke. She declined. 

“So,” Jordan started. “I was wondering if I could maybe see you again. Ya know, after tour is over.”

Her face light up just like the end of his cigarette.  “Yeah, uh, that would be amazing.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Shianne saw Sydney coming. As soon as she noticed Jordan she stopped in her tracks and screamed. Embarrassed by the noise she made, she turned around and tried to blend in with the edge of a building. 

“Could I, um. Could I get your number, or something?”

“Yeah,” Shianne exclaimed smiling. “Of course.”

Jordan passed her his phone and she entered her contact information. 

“You put a smiley face next to your name,” he said once receiving his phone back. They smiled at each other.

Jordan saw Sydney sketchily watching them, waiting for Shianne to rejoin her. 

“Um, I think your friend is waiting for you.” He laughed. 

“Yeah, uh. I gotta go. It was really, really nice talking to you.”  Shianne waited, expecting him to initiate a hug, or a kiss goodbye.

Jordan dropped his finished cigarette on the ground and put it out with his flip flop.  “I’ll definitely text you next time I’m around Boston.”

“I actually live in Indiana,” she said, wide-eyed with hope. “I’m just staying with my friend for two weeks.”

“Well in that case,” Jordan said leaning down to hug her. “We’ll be in touch.”

For one last time tonight, she felt safe. Wrapped in his arms, surrounded by his body heat. She didn’t even care how hot and sticky it was outside. 

Jordan released her from his tight embrace and waved goodbye as she walked to where Sydney was standing. 

“Okay, I leave alone you to thank him and you end up in the back of their van. I swear to god, I don’t care if he’s the love of your life, if he fucking stuck his skinny dick inside of you, I’m chopping off his balls and cutting them into tiny pieces and sprinkling them all over Beacon street.” Sydney greeted her with a very pleasant description of what she wanted to do to Jordan’s balls. 

“Calm down, we didn’t fuck.” Shianne laughed at her best friend’s frantic state of mind. 

“You fucking smell like beer. I thought you knew you’re not allowed to drink unless you’re with me and I’m drinking, too. UGH.”

As Sydney started on another crazy mini-monologue, Shianne’s phone went off. She got a text. 

My little blueberry, it read. I can’t wait to see you again. She smiled to herself. Tonight was easily the best night of her life.