A/N: I'm thinking I need to end this story now. I have so much more that I'm thinking about writing, situations I want them to experience, but I think I like this story as it is now and don't want to have to change anything about it. But in order for the story of Jordan and Angela to progress to the next level, I'm afraid my rating must do the same. Since I don't want to have to change this story, I'll just begin a new one (a continuation, Part Two), rated M.

Although this isn't the original ending I had in mind, I think it's sufficient for the type of story this has been so far. Hope you enjoy and thanks again, deeply, sincerely, thanks to everyone for such enthusiastic encouragement. This story would have been over a long time ago without your input!

Ch. 12 More than Just Distance

But it was more than just a dream. Jordan was here, and she was here. And he was holding her, and kissing her, and he wasn't leaving her when his friend showed up. And he was calling her 'baby,' Angela thought one last time before she gave in to Jordan's lips that had come seeking hers once more.

They ended up going to band practice that night, even though it was a school night, and pretty much every night after that. Shane had actually been almost friendly to her a couple times. He hadn't asked her anything about herself, but he had asked her once if she wanted something to drink, and another time he asked her how she liked the song they just played. It was like he really wanted to know what she thought, which made Angela happy. Jordan had actually come inside her house with her after school to ask her mom if Angela could go with him to the practices. Patty had told Jordan that as long as he had Angela home by 9:00, she could go. Angela couldn't believe the way her mom melted around Jordan, like she was the one with a crush on him, or something.

Angela tried lots of times to get Jordan to tell her what he and her mother talked about the night he met Patty. But he would always just smile and say they had bonded over the benefits of milk. Angela would twist her lips into a silly grin as she thought of Jordan and her mother, bonding. She sighed, knowing Jordan Catalano had always been able to get what he wanted from any female. Maybe that's why he couldn't stand it when Angela had told him no, first to sex and then to even being his friend. Whatever it was, Angela was thankful that she was the one to finally challenge him.

But what didn't make any sense at all to Angela was her dad's attitude about her and Jordan. After they broke up, her dad never seemed to care that they hung out together. He knew Jordan gave her rides to school and back home and never said anything about it. But now that they were like, a couple again, or whatever, it seemed like he was always stressing about her spending so much time with Jordan. Angela shook her head as she gave up trying to figure out her parents. They would always be from like, another planet, or something.

Graham couldn't tell Angela, and he certainly couldn't tell Patty why he was so uneasy about Angela and Jordan being back together again. He hated to let anyone know that he had eavesdropped on the two of them the day they broke up. After he had tried to make Patty feel guilty about eavesdropping on their phone conversation, he just didn't want to admit he'd done something even worse. And since he'd also overheard Angela's conversation with Brian just before her breakup with Jordan, Graham knew exactly why they broke up.

Graham was proud of Angela for sticking to her morals and didn't mind her being friends with Jordan because he knew she had made it clear to him she wasn't ready for sex. But knowing the guy would have sex with her best friend and then come back to his daughter made Graham feel insanely protective of Angela. Not only because he didn't want to think of his sweet little girl becoming a woman in every sense of the word. No, he just couldn't go there. But mostly Graham couldn't stand the thought of some worthless guy breaking her heart, again.

Graham decided he didn't like Jordan and wished for another ending to his involvement with Angela again. But when he tried to explain it to Patty, it just came out sounding like he was a jealous father, afraid of losing his little girl to some other guy. "I just think she's too young to be so in love with some guy," he tried to say.

"Oh Graham, every young girl is in love with some guy, usually lots of guys," Patty joked with him. "Don't worry, she'll still love her daddy, always. It's harmless, really. Besides, I talked to Jordan, and he really does care about Angela. I don't think he would risk hurting her again."

Oh great, Graham thought, she thinks she knows all there is to know about Jordan Catalano, from one night of making him a sandwich. And in that one night, she has decided that he is the best thing since the sliced bread she used to make his sandwich, he thought as he rolled his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me. I know what I'm talking about," Patty protested.

Graham couldn't argue with her either, unless he wanted to reveal what he had overheard. He had innocently overheard it, too, he tried to reason with himself. Maybe he should tell her. Still, he couldn't quite bring himself to admit what he knew, not only because of how he knew it, but also because he felt Angela deserved that small bit of privacy. Still, he didn't like Jordan and it wasn't easy trying to hide that fact, just as it wasn't easy for Patty to hide the fact that she was obviously smitten with the guy. She probably wouldn't believe Graham if he said anything against the kid.

Jordan went back to picking Angela up each day for school and he was always there waiting for her after, as well. Some days he would just drop her off at her house on his way to work. Sometimes they would go to Big Guy Burger and get something to eat before they went on to band practice.

But the best days, in Jordan's opinion, were the days when they would leave school and go back to Angela's house, which was always empty until about 6 o'clock when Patty got home with Danielle. The food was free there, but Jordan liked it best because they had the place to themselves for a little while. Even though he knew she still wasn't ready to go all the way with him because of the whole Graff thing, Jordan still thought about ways they could have the opportunity, just in case.

It wasn't like, the only thing he thought about, but it was like, right there along with whatever else he was thinking about. Like if they were at band practice, Jordan would think about hanging around after all the other guys left so they could be alone. Or if they were at school, he would think about the end of the day, when they could leave to go to her house before any of Angela's family got home.

He had now enjoyed making out with Angela in her kitchen, her living room, and today, Jordan had finally made it upstairs to her bedroom. He'd been wondering what it was like in there. He just wanted to see it. Ever since she teased him about doing it in her bedroom while her parents slept, he had like, fantasies about the two of them in Angela's bed, wrapped up in each other. Then one day, just like that, there they were.

Jordan thought her room was interesting, with posters of R.E.M. and other bands on the walls and lots of clothes, like, lots everywhere. But the part that stood out and held Jordan's attention was her bed and he headed straight for it where he sat on the edge, leaning over on his side and propping his head up with his hand. "Nice," was all he said as he looked at Angela, grinning.

Angela wasn't sure what he was referring to, and she started to smile at him reclining on her bed as she slowly began to follow him there. "What's nice?" she half whispered. She couldn't believe Jordan was really here, in her bedroom. She'd dreamed of him being in her room, being in her bed, with her. But now he was really here and she felt both thrilled and nervous at the same time.

"Your room," Jordan replied slowly as he looked all around him. "Your bed," he said seductively as he lay back and spread his arms over the bed to show how comfortable it was, he was. He looked at Angela and said softly, "You."

It was like Angela was in some kind of trance as she closed the last few steps between them. She stopped right in front of Jordan, and stood right between his knees, where they bent over the edge of her bed.

Jordan pushed himself up and reached his arms around Angela's waist, pulling her into him. He buried his head just under her breasts and his hands crept up under the back of her shirt, sliding over the skin on her back.

The touch of his fingers on her skin caused Angela to shiver involuntarily. Together with the nervousness she already felt, her pulse was racing like, a million miles an hour. But she naturally wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed him even further against her. Angela bent her head down and saw the top of Jordan's head just below her chest and she just wanted to keep him there. She was so crazy for him and she just couldn't get enough of him. It was like she craved him, or something. She lost all traces of nervousness as he looked up in her eyes and they both fell back against the bed.

Jordan leaned over Angela and kissed her neck, trailing kisses across her collarbone as he dipped his head lower, kissing his way to the hollow between her breasts until he ran into the neckline of her shirt.

Angela sucked in her breath at the feel of his lips so near her breasts, where nobody had ever touched her before. She ran her fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of holding him so tightly to her and pulled her right leg up slowly, pressing it against Jordan's leg. This feeling that was sliding over her entire body was so electric, it just made her feel like, completely alive. It felt like her blood was flowing faster than it ever had before. It felt so good, and it made her want to feel more.

Angela had forgiven and pretty much forgotten about the whole Rayanne thing and she had wanted this for such a long time now, it seemed. They had gotten close to going further a few times already. That night at the loft, the other day on her own couch, Angela remembered. She wasn't so sure those times, but Angela knew this time she was ready for whatever Jordan wanted to do with her. She wasn't so sure what exactly she was supposed to do with him, but she wasn't afraid anymore to be unsure. She knew Jordan would show her the way, and she felt complete trust in him taking care of her.

Jordan felt Angela's leg moving slowly and firmly against his own and he gave a low moan. He pressed his entire body against Angela, pushing her down against the mattress. Jordan captured Angela's lips in his own and deepened the kiss to gently massage her tongue with his. He reached one hand under her shirt, slowly swirling his fingers around the exposed skin of her stomach, playing with her bellybutton, then creeping up to her bra, where he gently squeezed one breast. He began to move his head lower once more and just as he was about to slip his fingers under the fabric of her bra, they heard a car pull up in the driveway.

"Oh my God," gasped Angela, as she pulled Jordan's hand out from under her shirt and they both sat up trying to catch their breath. "Somebody's home!" she cried out in a whisper, even though she knew nobody could hear them, yet. Angela rolled off her bed and ran to her window. "It's my dad!" she continued in the same whisper.

"Shit," Jordan muttered under his breath as he tried to regain his composure. He was in no condition to jump up and run, but his befuddled brain was telling him he was about to have to do just that.

"Hurry!" Angela cried out in the same panicked whisper as before. She grabbed Jordan's hand and yanked him up off the bed. "We gotta get outta here, now!" Angela practically shoved Jordan out of her room and down the stairs before she turned around, still in a panic and afraid to face her dad for some reason, probably her guilty conscience.

"Where are you going?" Jordan asked her as he turned and saw her retreating back to her room. He was halfway down the stairs and they both heard Graham's car door slam shut.

"Hurry!" was all Angela could reply, and Jordan obeyed and ran down to the living room. He just landed on the couch when Graham unlocked the front door and entered.

The first thing Graham thought when he pulled up to the house and saw Jordan's car parked out front, was how he needed to find a way to put some distance between those two. When he walked in and saw Jordan sitting alone on the couch, he decided he really needed to find a way to put more than just distance between them. Graham decided he needed to put a stop to Jordan and Angela.

The End of Part One…to be continued in Part Two

A/N: As I said, not how I originally intended to end the story, w/a cliffhanger! But that means there is still more to come, so it's all good, right? Hopefully you guys are interested in reading more about our young lovers. There's lots more, as long as anyone still cares, and I do, so I'm still thinking of more…the good, the bad, and the really good, lol! Thanks again for reading and for all the reviews. I appreciate them all.