AN: Hello there. So this is the first time I have ever written numerous chapters before posting a single one! While I am still working on my numerous other pieces I thought I would throw this one out there since it's complete and all. I like knowing that I can update faster. Yay! Anyway, Enjoy.
The sun had set many hours ago and she had sung all that she could for the evening. There came a point that she had given all that she could and I understood that she needed a break. I couldn't force her to do anything she didn't feel like doing. My Jude was not one to be reckoned with, I knew that better then anyone.
She sat cross-legged on the swivel chair that was normally mine. She used her hands to propel herself in circles. Circle after circle after circle, I was getting dizzy just watching her. Her hair spun outrageously around her as she laughed at herself and her antics.
I cherished that virtuousness about her. That even at twenty-one it was still the simple things in life that amused her. Even as I child, I could never let myself have fun like she can now. I missed so much of my youth and Jude helps me to experience all that I have lost.
I sat examining her from inside the booth, she had yet to realize the deafening silence that had engulfed her surroundings and instead she continued to whirl in circles, still so astonished in her own world.
She came to an immediate halt. Her feet planted firmly on the ground, her hands turning sallow with a death grip on the sound board, I watched her body sway from side to side, I was amazed she hadn't fallen out of the chair thus far.
"Tommy," I could interpret her lips through the glass and her hilarity, "Sit still Tommy," she was sniggering.
I shook my head at her and strummed the guitar that was sitting in my lap.
I don't know how we got to this point, but by some means we managed this roll reversal, she played out there while I watched her from in here.
GMajor was unusual in the dead of the night.
The silence was eerie—it made me uncomfortable—I was sure there was someone hiding behind the next bend, or beneath the kitchen counter, just waiting to startle us, listening in on moments that were ours and only ours. There were no bodies moving ubiquitously, no hustle and bustle, no music, which was odd seeing as how it was a record label. The silence was almost insufferable.
Everything was so tranquil and serene. The shadows empowered our surroundings, making everything look so intimidating and yet, none of it mattered as long as I was here with her. Jude. My Jude.
The clamor of the guitar startled her—she stopped laughing and looked at me. I didn't once take my eyes off of her as my fingers gently glided over the guitar strings and she sat there, absorbing every note I was playing.
We didn't require words, we had each other. At some point in our correlation we had fused into one. We knew each others thoughts before they were spoken. I missed being two separate halves, but how did I tell that to her?
She leaned back in my chair and sat with her feet propped up on the music board. She looked through the windowpane towards me, her eyes locking with mine as she took note of the chords I was playing.
She spoke clearly into the microphone and smiled, "Okay Quincy, lets take it from the top, a little less finger noise this time," she mimicked me almost too perfectly.
I smirked, "Funny Harrison, you should take your show on the road."
"Only if you don't mind being the butt every joke," she let up the button and leaned back in my chair, watching as I spun around and lifted myself off the stool making my way towards her in the booth.
I took a place next to her, moving her feet off the board and onto my lap, I rubbed her calves.
"I can just see it now," I waved my hands as if reading on a marquee, "'Jude Harrison! One Night Only at the Laugh Factory! Come see her other talent!'"
"You see that in your crystal ball T?" she tilted her head, shrugging.
"Didn't I tell you? I don't need a crystal ball. I can see the future without it," I sat forward in my seat and pulled her legs towards me, allowing her to wrap her legs around my waist. She sat on my lap as I leaned forward and placed my forehead on hers, our noses grazed each others as I inclined inward and kissed her delicately on the lips.
"Speaking of the future," she shifted herself tighter around me, wrapping her arms loosely around my neck, her mouth nibbling on my ear.
I gave her a slight nod. The future hung over our heads. I loved her, but I couldn't plan with her, I didn't know where I would be tomorrow, let alone a month or a year from now.
"The future?" I looked dubiously at her, I had my reservations, granted mine were bigger and more complex then she even knew, but how could I tell her how I felt, it would break her heart, "It moves with each current event."
"Tommy," she moaned, pulling away from me slightly.
"Jude," I imitated her tone but I held my gaze and looked at her, until I knew the future like that of a cold steady rain, I was keeping to myself, I had nothing left to say.
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