The Past and Pending
Prologue: Bridge and Tunnel
The list dragged in his head as he propped his feet against the footrest underneath his seat. He thought of boy diva that wooed her first, his name rolling easily off his tongue though he thought of the Darius protégé with nothing but disdain.
He jiggled his foot against his bag as his shoelace bobbed up and down against the leather subsequently and he swapped his thoughts of the platinum rapper for the boy next door. Jude had never been good for Jamie, but he was just what she had needed. He was faithful, loyal and the last person in the world that would break her. That was what Jude thought. That was what Tommy thought. That was what Jamie thought. But just as the innocent taste of their kisses faded, so did Jamie. He never asked what happened because he didn't want to know.
The cheerful voice of the pilot crackled through the speakers, waking Tommy from his light reverie. As Toronto passed past the lips of the pilot, through the cabin's speaker and into Tommy's thoughts, a jolt of nerves passed through his system. The brunt of everything he had left behind was going to smack him full force once he stepped off the plane. He knew it and he deserved it. He threw a piece of gum in his mouth carelessly as his ears popped with the mounting altitude of the plane.
Of everyone he had ever expected her to be with, Vin Spiederman had never made the list. Hell, T-Bone was before Spied on the list. But nevertheless, as her seventeenth birthday rolled around, Spied was there and in the way. He had been in the way of Tommy's romantic envisions. He had been in the way of Jude seeing what could happen when the guitar would inevitably play out of tune. He had even been in the way whenever Tommy needed to use the bathroom. But Spied had met the fate of all the others and rested on top of the pile of her exes.
The small gust of air blew across his faces, chilling his wetted lips. He brought his hand from the cushioned armrest to swipe the back of his hand across them, warming them instantly. He remembered the way his stomach had clenched jealously when images of Jude and faceless boys passed in front of him. In magazines, on TV, on the Internet. They didn't love her the way she deserved and he knew it, because Tommy was the only one who knew how to lover. He was convinced.
He felt the plush leather sweep against his head as her voice pounded through his headphones.
Temporary Insanity
He surprised himself as he quickly skipped through all the songs he knew were for him.
Time to Be Your 21
He didn't need to remind himself of how much she used to love him and he groaned lightly as each title passed in front of him.
Could Be You
Her first album was full of the lovesick ballads of a girl who wanted merely to be loved back and Tommy had known it. He still knew it.
That Girl
But he hadn't known how to love her back, and if he could have loved her back. He wasn't sure now, but he wasn't going to let what could be haunt him endlessly.
Pick Up the Pieces
His head lolled towards the window and while his eyes fluttered closed and Montana's wilderness passed below him, and despite his confidence in their bond, Tom Quincy wondered if she would let him love her now.
Yes, I am back again with another story yay! I have the next few parts written, so click that nice little review button that's calling your name if you want to read more.
:o) Rachel