"I see you took your own advice J."

Rhys says, looking at the tall boy. Jordan laughed as he pulled on his creased church pants - much to Pastor Jones dismay. Said man was seated on the closed toilet lid with a drawn out look on his face. Jordan grins and nudges the petrified man. 

“Everythings a joke to you Jordan!”

“I’m sorry? Whose dick was up my ass? If anything, you are making this a joke.”

“You think I wanted this? To be so unfaithful to my wife? To commit an act so sinful.”

“Hold the serman to someone who gives a fuck Pastor. Rhys lets go.”

Jordan says and strutted out that bathroom like he wasn’t just on his knees. 

“So all that you said this morning was more than complete and utter bullshit, you didn’t believe it yourself.”

“I- It’s complicated.”

“What about Kique? Why would you think to do that to someone who could be your son!”

The pastor buried his face in his hands. “I was seduced. I was tricked. I was-”

“You are weak.” The man’s eyes look up. “A weak man hiding behind a sense of authority over others. To hide behind your sense of power and to indulge in what you crave.”
 
Rhys casted his eyes at the pitiful man. How could someone be so self-righteous yet so idiotic at the same time.After shutting the door on the man, he quickly catches up to Jordan. Jordan looked back at the questioning face and sighed.

“You and Ming shouldn’t have seen that.”

He says. Despite his nonchalant speech his walk staggered a bit and Rhys doesn’t think it’s just from what happened earlier. Rhys bit the inside of his cheek when the thought ran past his mind. How the pastor had Jordan positioned so brutishly. How Oscar did to him. The only thing to calm his nerves was the knowledge that Jordan seemed more in control of the situation than he could have ever been. 

“What the hell was that Jordan? You and the pastor!”

“Relax Rhys. It’s not like it’s the first time.”

“So this is like an every Sunday thing?”

“Got to keep them on schedule.”

That got Rhys to grab Jordan with his one free hand and pull him behind the building. Ming stirred slightly in the abrupt movement but remained in her milk induced bliss. 

“This is fucking serious J. How many men are you with?”

Jordan shrugs. “ A couple.”

“And am I to assume they are not close to your age?”

“I got a type.”

“A type of STD probably.”

Jordan’s brows furrowed. “Why are you acting like this!”

“Because you are throwing away your life!”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

Rhys stilled. “Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying, you had a good life. A life that anyone could dream of. And you threw it away!”

“You know nothing about what my life was and what got me here.”

“Can’t be that bad. What you do? Get knocked up and thrown out. Seems like the sob story of the century. Least you got your parents.”

Jordan was shaking now. His lips pressed dangerously tight as he tried to decipher these feelings. His eyes lock with Rhys’ equally enraged ones. A soft chuckle escaped him.

“Both my dad’s were good to me. Yes, they weren’t the most lawful but they loved me! Do you have any idea what I would give to have them back and not have the memory of them shot down in the street!”

Tears were flowing now. The anger in Rhys' eyes faded into conflict. How was he supposed to react to that? To think he has emotional baggage. 

“We all have been screwed over in life. But what you are doing, it’s dangerous.”

“I don’t get why are you mad? You should understand why?”

Rhys clings to his daughter tighter. No words could be formed or thought to take him away from this situation. Rhys knew deep down what J meant by those words but it doesn’t hurt to be aloof.

“I heard you and Officer Oscar that day. I heard what he offered you. It’s much more than I and any other foster like me could hope for. The offer didn’t seem that bad. Better than being alone.”

Rhys really wanted to be angry. To yell at and possibly punch Jordan for that statement. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t possibly do that. Not with how he looked before him. His tall frame is dwarfed. The usual cocky and goofball face he has was broken. Million shards of glass that reflected to him what he could have been. What Jordan is.

“Even though you say no...at least you have Ming Lee.”

Rhys gapped. The shard pricks him in the gut. J couldn't possibly mean…

“Are you trying to get pregnant J? You are trying to make someone so you are not alone?”

The word sticks for a second. “Maybe. Not at first. At first, before you came, I was just trying to find someone to keep me. So I’m not homeless on the street after school. But then when you came and had Lee, I thought, he doesn’t have to be alone. He has his little girl with him and he seems happy with that. Why can’t I try that instead.”

“J, you are not going to be alone. You have Malik, Henderson, Trent and, even though he’s a prick, you have Ty.”

“Maybe. Just...I want my family back. My dads. I know I can’t just jump into a time machine and change time. That would be a paradox. I thought it would be nice to make my own.”

Rhys opens his mouth.

“Look, can we talk about this another time? I don’t feel up to this whole delving into my inner feelings anymore.”

“Fine. But J. You do not need those older men. No one is going to leave you.”

Jordan turns on his heel. “You know something about you, Rhys? You are quite hypocritical.” His footsteps begin on the grass. 

“You get me to spill my life to you and yet I know little about you.”

(Not much fluff today but we got some development)