Since I Don't Have You
Chapter 1: Coming Home
Jude's POV. New story! It seems like I'm coming out with new ones all the time huh? But with it being so cold, I'm not taking my skinny ass out into it, so I stay in a few nights more a week. More time for me to write.
This is just the intro, I wanted Tommy's POV to come before I jumped into the bulk of the story.
Disclaimer is on my profile page.
I just finished my final show in my first ever tour. It's been an unbelievable couple of weeks but I'm ready to go home. I want my comfortable bed and familiar people around me. If I have to hear about makeovers from my chaperon one more time I'm going to kill her! E.J. is great but if I wanted to spend the whole time hearing about cosmetic and crap like that I would have stay in Toronto with Sadie.
Now I'm sitting on the bus, waiting for when we would arrive home. I was leaning against Kyle as we watched reruns of I Love Lucy. I love this episode. This is the one where Lucy and Ricky do the tango and she has a bunch of chicken eggs in her shirt. I always laugh during this show. Soda just came out of Spied's nose. He says he doesn't watch Lucy, "she doesn't know comedy", but I think he'll start now. He should see the episode when she steals John Wayne's footprints. Frowsy Redhead. Don't get me started on the trip to California, too many good ones.
A few hours later I'm sitting up alone. All the boys went to the back of the bus and E.J. is getting her beauty sleep. I could see all the stars twinkling in the distance. Being far from a city there were no lights to block out the sparkling lights of the night. I put my journal away and sighed at how my song came out. Why does he have to be the one I want to see the most? I have a great boyfriend waiting for me but my mind is always on Tommy. I don't want to feel this way for him!
I pulled my ratty baby blue blanket around my shoulders and leaned back into my squeaky Naugahyde seat. Slowly I felt myself drifting towards sleep when I heard the loud sounds of horns blaring and tires squealing. The whole windshield lit up from the headlight of an oncoming vehicle. I was jolted forward, my head cracking against the Formica table in front of me. In the distance I heard the twisting of metal before I lost consciousness.
These are the lyrics to the song I used for the title. They loosely inspired the story.
I don't have plans and schemes,
And I don't have hopes and dreams,
I-I-I don't have anything
Since I don't have you.
I don't have fond desires,
And I don't have happy hours,
I-I-I don't have anything
Since I don't have you.
I don't have happiness, and I guess
I never will again.
When you walked out on me,
In walked old misery,
And he's been here since then.
I don't have love to share,
And I don't have one who cares.
I-I-I don't have anything
Since--I don't--have--
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
(Yo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ou)
Review please!
Chapter 2 is almost finished, I'll post it soon.
Thanks, Eternita14. I'm an awesome nerd! Keeping up the Tommy Torture since 6/10/07.