After our little session, we all took a shower separately. Me and Roya were sitting on the couch when Jordan came out of the washroom wearing a fresh pair of shorts and muscle tank top. I don't know if he did it purposely or if his clothes are placed this way but we were all wearing the same thing again, just different colours.

He came and sat in between us, earning a groan from Roya and me.

"Ughh you idiot," Roya moves towards the left, getting away from him.

"Someone's fiesty," Jordan mutters.

"She's just hungry," I tell him as he nods laughing along me but we both shut up when Roya glares at us.

"Room service?" Jordan suggests, trying to please her.

"I want pizza," Roya fucking pouts.

How can you say no to that face?

"Pizza it is," Jordan says, standing up to get his phone.

"And then brownies with ice cream once we finish," Roya yells at him and I laugh.

She turns to me with a smile. I think food makes her the most happiest or maybe it's making other people laugh. She moves towards me and cuddles, placing her head on my chest.

I kiss her head, moving the almost dry hair out of her face.

"Can we watch all the bright places?" she asks, innocently.

"Sure, I haven't seen it," I shrug.

We put on the movie once Jordan returns and watch it. Halfway through it the pizza came and we continued the movie as we ate. I heard sniffles from my left once the credits rolled, making me turn.

"Are you.. crying?" I ask Roya, a little amused smile on my face.

"Yeah," she says in a duh tone.

"Really, for a movie?" my smile widens.

"Well you haven't seen Jordan yet," she scoffs and moves back and I see a Jordan with red eyes, tears running down his cheeks.

"Williams?" I ask, surprised.

"What?" he snaps, "nobody told me this movie was sad," he says and I chuckle, Roya laughing at his statement too.

"Well, shit. I never would've guessed," I say. I can't fucking believe my eyes.

"I'm really gonna need that brownie," Jordan groans, getting up. Probably to call room service.

I was about to say something to Roya when Jordan comes back, frowning at his phone.

"Um, Anderson?" he asks, still looking at his phone.

"Yeah?" she looks up at him, leaning over me.

"Ian texted, he says he wants to talk to you tomorrow so you better be home," Jordan reads the text as Roya goes tense in my arms.

"Oh," she says, looking ahead at nothing, "he knows," she whispers.

"I figured," Jordan sighs, sitting next to us again.

"I'll talk to him tomorrow once I go home after work," she nods.

"Do you want any of us there with you?" I peck her forehead.

"No but maybe come over later? Bring Dave too, I'll cook," she gives me a smile.

Fuck, I love this woman.

"I'll just go to the washroom, order the brownies please," she says getting up and Jordan nods at her.

As soon as she closes the door Jordan turns to me. I realize at this moment that we really don't talk much. The only main conversation we ever had was when I met him at Roya's apartment.

"I was thinking something," he says, his brows creases.

"What?" I question, raising my brow at him.

"We never really took Roya out on a date," he tells me and I think hard. I realize that he's fucking right, we never really took her out on a date.

We're fucking idiots.

"And she never even said anything about it," I speak a little too loud, lowering my voice as he motions me to shut up.

Right, Roya's still here.

"That's what I was thinking, sure we went on a lunch but that was just hanging out, not really a date date," he says, his hand on his jaw.

"Well, what do you have in mind?" I ask him, he knows her better than I do.

"She doesn't like fancy stuff," he tells me something I already know.

"But," he adds, "she would definitely like to dress up for us," he smiles.

"So not so fancy but fancy?" I ask him, frowning.

"No, something that's fancy but only for us, no crowds. She hates people," he shakes his head.

That's new information.

"She hates people?" I repeat, questioning what he just said.

"Yeah," he shrugs, "she's a single child, has done everything alone her whole life. Sure we all became friends but that was much later. She doesn't like meeting people, socializing and stuff. She'd prefer to drink alone than go to a party, or to watch a movie at home than in a theatre," he tells me.

Wow. Okay. That does sound like Roya.

"Well, so what should we do?" he asks, and the perfect idea hits me.

"I think I know what she'll like," I smirk and he gives me a small smile just as Roya enters the living room.

"Did you tell Ian you're transferring?" Roya asks out of nowhere, plopping down in the middle of us.

"No, why?" Jordan's eyes narrow.

"Perfect," Roya smiles, "when he gets mad at me tomorrow I'll just use this to cheer him up," he adds.

Jordan rolls his eyes at Roya, turning to his phone.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Roya asks him, her tone daring him.

"Yes, I just did," Jordan looks up from his phone, smirking.

"At this rate I'll need to keep track of your behaviour to later punish you," Roya tells him, shaking her head.

Jordan scoffs, "yeah?" he leans forward, as Roya leans backward over me.

"Yeah," Roya tries hard to appear unaffected but fails miserably, making me breath a laugh that I cover up with a cough. Jordan tries to hold in his laugh too but bursts in the next second.

"I tried!" Roya groans.

"Why do you guys have to be so- so- you!" She pouts, looking up at me as I kiss her lips.

"So 'us'?" I question.

"Yeah, so confident and hot and serious," she huffs, rubbing her face.

"We're not serious," Jordan counters.

"You literally just said that seriously," Roya retorts.

Busted.

"I'm not serious?" he turns to me.

"You kind of are," I subtly let him down.

"Shit," he curses, "well at least I know how to make you laugh," he smirks looking at Roya whose eyes widen.

"No! Williams no!" Roya runs to the back of the other couch.

"Denver, a little help," Jordan asks, seeing I'm not getting up.

"What are we catching her for?" I ask, stepping up, moving to one end of the couch while he moves to another and Roya tries to run to somewhere else.

"She's ticklish!" he yells running after her into the kitchen as I follow.

We finally catch her after about five minutes of chasing. Jordan immediately starts torturing her.

"Willi- Stop- No- Plea..se-" Roya couldn't complete her words due to all the laughing she had to do in between. The sight made me want to keep this moment with me forever.

I take my phone out and start recording. There are tears falling out of Roya's eyes as she falls of the couch, Jordan following her. Things like these make me realize how little I really know her, but I know that I want to know every single thing about her and love her for it all.

She's all ours.