Page 26 of One Little Chance
Jordan
*sent picture of a cozy mystery book*
look what I found
Me
OH MY that’s one I’ve been wanting
Jordan
got it, I’ll bring it Sat
Me
Jordan, you don’t have to do that!
Jordan
gotta make sure you got treats stocked for those stressful days
Me
well, it was a stressful day, I’ll admit
Jordan
See? Good thing I got it then. So, what happened?
Me
There’s this one kid in my class. He knows how to cause a real ruckus.
Jordan
a little Jordan, eh?
Next Saturday, I anxiously padded around my house until I could hear car doors slamming shut outside and people shouting their goodbyes to Coach Jordan.
I slipped outside my front door and hopped across the street. When Jordan’s eyes landed on mine, a grin broke across his face.
I grinned, too. After all this time, all these years, and all the different Sophies I’ve been, I could still make him smile as big as the Texas sky.
“I’ve got my Brooks in my truck.” He jerked a thumb toward where he parked.
I stood in front of him and wiggled a foot in front of him, showing off my shoes.
His eyes slowly worked their way up from my feet, and he said, “No way I’m looking as good as you in ‘em, but I’ll go get ‘em.”
The two of us kept pace, as easy as slipping on your old favorite jeans. Our shoes slapped against the pavement and the crisp spring breeze blew across our shoulders as our breath caught a rhythm.
I didn’t have to tell him the path. He knew these streets by the school as well as his route back home.
Our eyes kept finding one another, my shoulder bumping into his arm. High from running, high from each other. The conversation between us was as natural and rhythmic as our stride.
“I’d missed this,” I said, nearing the end of our lap. I’d been running alone all these years.
“Me too,” he said, looking out at the path ahead of us.
