Here's just a cute (for lack of a better word) little prologue to this. Very small, I know, but I should have a much longer next chapter up tomorrow. Goooo Jonnor. Hopefully Connor is less of an ass in the episodes to come. Still love you, Connor.


"I can't believe you told your mom. Again." Connor said, wheeling around to face Jude. He was mad, that was obvious. Jude hadn't ever seen Connor this mad.

Jude opened his mouth to say something, but he wasn't sure what to say. How could he fix this? Connor was really mad and it was all his fault. "I didn't tell-"

"I can't—I can't be friends with a little bitch who tells his mom every time something happens." Connor walked off angrily, leaving Jude standing there. Everything was spinning, it seemed. His best friend wasn't his best friend anymore. His only friend hated him. Jude swallowed hard, finally turning and walking away. He had class and Jude really didn't want to go. He could deal with the repercussions later, but he just walked off, because he felt like he was going to cry and he didn't want to have to do that around people.

He headed off towards the beach, thinking of anything he could to block what just happened from his mind. He couldn't. Anything else Jude thought of was just something else about Connor—Connor's face, his hair, his eyes. That night in the tent with Connor.

He lied to his moms. Of course, he lied to his moms. He couldn't tell them what really happened but he definitely had to tell them something. Lena quit her job over him, for God's sake. Jude didn't think he deserved that at all.

Walking up to the beach, Jude threw his backpack against a tree and sunk down to the ground. He pulled his knees close up against his chest, resting his head on his knees. This was his fault. He had to fix it.

Was it even worth fixing?