Kissing the Wrong Person (CLOSED)

"Having fun?" Natalie said to no one, imagining Morgan Freeman saying the line in the movie.

Jackson keeps it away. "Are you gonna keep it down?"

"No."

Jackson puts the remote in his jacket pocket, starting to walk out.

"Hey!" Jordan trips over wires as he runs after his twin

Jackson laughs, running down the stairs.

"No! Give it!" Jordan trips down the stairs, falling down the last three

Natalie screamed out of surprise.

"Nope!"

Jordan face plants on the wooded floor and crumples there on his stomach.

Natalie bolted up and over to him, moving him gently into a more comfortable position. "Are you okay?"

Jackson freezes

"Jordan say something, say something," Natalie instructed panickedly.

"Ow… WHAT THE HECK JACKSON?!!" He roar, holding his nose up as it starts to spurt blood, "Crap!"

Natalie gasped and quickly took off her sweatshirt, using it to soak up the blood.

"Well" Jackson retorted.

"Uhp-" Jordan's words where stemmed by the jacket, "Wait! No! There are paper towels in the kitchen! DOn't use that!"

"No, stop. It's fine. Please just calm down, Jordan," Natalie said, speaking to him softly.

"I am calm!" He holds the jacket to his nose, "But using this isnt fine."

"Okay, we have very different definitions of calm. And it's fine, I promise," the wanna-be-nurse insisted.

"No it isn't. It's ruined now." Jordan stands, tilting his head back

Natalie stood with him, firmly pressing the fabric against the blood. "I can always buy another one." No way that she was going to admit that was her favorite jacket now.

"Stupid. These cost alot. And it was a nice one."

"Jordan, shuttup. It's fine."

"Stop! I got it." He pinches his nose, walking blindly into the kitchen, his free hand roaming around it. He was looking for the paper towels.

"Jordan!" Natalie pushed the sweatshirt under his nose. "Come on, please?"

"I've got this. C'mon." He bangs around on the counter and rips off a piece of the paper towel.

"That's going to soak through to easily," she argued.

"That's why we have an entire roll." He stuffs a chunk on his nose, breathing through his mouth and taking out the entire roll.

Natalie looked down at the bloodied sweatshirt in her hands. It takes everything in her to not cry.