So yeah, this is a One-shot wrapped around a poem of mine.
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*On knee's cryin'.* I Own Nothing! So don't sue, I Have NO MONEY! All you would get is my laptop, and then I would really own Nothing.
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Summary: Walking home from the studio one night Tommy sees Jude crying.
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Tommy's POV
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'It's raining, I hate the rain. I need to move, only reason I'm not somewhere sunny right now is 'cause of her. Two more blocks, just two more blocks and I'll be home. Shower, bed, sleep, Jude. . . wait go back what was that last one? '
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Jude?
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Wait Jude, what is she doing out here? She hates the rain more than I do.
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Is she. . . wait is she crying? And talking to herself?
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Just a little closer. . . what is she saying?
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"Star light, star bright, I wish. . . I wish. . . "
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Jude's POV
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'I HATE HIM!! I hate the rain and the Toronto bus system; I just wanna be home now. I need a car. . . I think I really mean it this time, I really hate him. . . what time is he picking me up tomorrow? I need sleep. . . '
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'I wish he would just understand'
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"Star light, star bright, I wish. . . I wish. . . "
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Tommy's POV
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"I wish. . . "
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'What did that little guitar playing prick do this time? She's crying. Now I get to kick his ass. . . I knew this was gonna happen, every damn time she hooks up with someone she ends up hurt, and I'm left picking up the pieces. . . Great now I'm quoting myself, should I say something?'
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No, not now.
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She looks like she needs to be alone. . .
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Good, there's her bus.
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I need to get out of this rain before I get sick. Home sweet home, bed, sleep. . . wait need to check my email.
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Junk
Junk
Work
Junk
Hmm. . . free hair gel
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Wonder if Jude's on yet hmm. . .
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Nope, guess she's not home yet.
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New message
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'No your gonna make a wish. . . '
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Jude's POV
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'Thank God there were no pickups after me. 20 minutes, must be a new record. Still need a damn car. Wonder if mom's home? Nope, she must be off litigating with her divorce lawyer. .
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Bed, sleep. . .
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You got mail. .
You got mail. . .
You got mail. . .
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What the – what's this?
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Tommy?
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Now what does he want?
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What is. . .
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No your gonna make a wish,
But your praying it'll come true,
All the things you know vs.
All the things you do,
Did you know that loving him,
Takes something away from you?
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Do you forgive him when he makes you cry?
Do you go back when you swear you're through?
I can see the pain in your words,
I can tell that he's hurting you.
Life will go on, just like all things do,
But you can stop the pain in its tracks,
Stop what's hurting you.
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So look up to the sky find
The brightest star you can see.
Then you close your eyes,
And you count to three.
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Not wishing for an answer,
But praying to be set free…
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Jude, Girl. He's not worth you crying in the rain. . .
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See you tomorrow.
-Tom
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That was wow. . .
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Wait, what. . . how did he know? Hold up he thinks that was about Speed? He can be so 23 sometimes.
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Where is my cell, where is it- okay.
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Tommy
Tommy
Tommy. . . here
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Call. . .
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Ring. . .
Ring. . .
Ring. . .
Ring. . .
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". . . "
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"Hello?"
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"Tommy?"
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"Jude? What. . . "
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"Tommy I. . . that wish was about you. . . "
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"Oh. . . "
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"I'll see you tomorrow Tommy."
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"Jude, wait I. . . "
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Call Ended
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Tommy's POV
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"Well damn. . . "
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End
AN: Reviews are goood. To me, there like shinny things to a meth addict. They're pretty, and I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, LIKE THEM. So again Review Please!
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AN: Sorry about the dashes(sp?) it was driving me crazy not being able to space like I wanted to.