A/N I own nothing if i did tim rozon and alexz johnson would be in ever ep with tons of jommyness lol, this story is put together with my ideas and with the awesome help from shannon she rocks! Her screename on here is Tommy4eve and she has one of my fav fan fic's right now high school years so make sure you check her out as well
Tommy Quincy has been gone from my life now for… three months, five days, and 16 hours and I'm still alive. Still breathing. Three months, five days, and 16 hours and I still manage to live life… at least in some way. He still invades my every waking and sleeping thought alike though. When he left he left me with a million and one questions. A million and one questions that may never be answered.
God, who would have thought that I would be sitting here thinking about Little Tommy Q, a man that I had ridiculed and laughed at just about my whole life. Who would have thought that I would fall in love with him? I sure didn't. I never liked him from the start, well, maybe not him, but his music at least. He was a sell-out in my eyes. He had no real passion for music and was in it for the money.
I believed that until the docks at least.
It was then, in that day, in that moment that we shared, with me looking deep into his gorgeous blue orbs, that I knew that music was his thing, and that he loved—loves—it.
Then he left.
We had grown so close over the past two years. We could look at each other and know what we were thinking or what we were feeling. We could read each other like books, cover-to-cover. When he smiled even the worst day was righted. Just that famous smile, at least famous to me because I never saw him give it to anyone else, would make me feel like I was flying. When we wrote music together is just clicked, and that I will always remember. The late nights in the studio, either working hard or goofing around, but they were always spent with him, or even if he was riding me to get a song perfect, I would be in the happiest place in the world.
Our kisses, like my sixteenth birthday one, even though it ended badly, was incredible. Better then Shay's by far. Then that kiss right after we recorded White Lines and D okayed our second album, I wanted to continue that kiss so badly, but I pulled back. I was afraid, even though I loved—still love—him so much. All out stolen glances and the once that were supposed to be secret but we were painfully aware of them each time my eyes hit him or his eyes hit me, we could both feel it. We knew when we were looking when our backs were turned.
Why had he left?
He must have felt something right? He must have loved me, at least in some form, right? Was it really so easy for him to just leave me like that? Why? That was the question that stood out from the million and one other ones that I had floating around my brain: why?
"Earth to Jude! Earth to Jude!" A voice penetrated my thoughts and I jumped, looking up at Kwest.
"Huh, what?" I asked, still half engrossed in thought.
"Are you ready to record your first song on your third album?" He asked, clapping his hands together and rubbing them, licking his lips. This was something that I thought I would be doing with Tommy.
"Sure, I guess so. Hey Kwest?" I asked, looking away and into the distance.
"Yah Jude?"
"You know that it's been over three months, right?" The pain was evident in my voice, no matter how much I tried to suppress it.
"Yes, Jude, I know." Kwest whispered, sitting down in the chair next to mine.
"Still no word from him?" I asked for about the billionth time ever since a week after he left.
"No Jude, still no word. Even if he was back it is up to him to come to you. Even if he did make any contact, you would be the first to know. If he comes back at all." He murmured the last part under his breath.
"What do you mean "if"?" I demanded, my head snapping back to him harshly.
"Lets not talk about it right now, okay Jude?" His voice had a hint of irritation in it.
"Yah, all right Kwest, set up the board, I'm ready."
So now that I'm in the recording booth with the headphones on, guess whom I'm about to sing about.
Tommy Quincy.
Lay a whisper on my pillow
Leave the winter on the ground
I wake up lonely, is there a silence
In the bedroom and all around
Touch me now, I close my eyes
And dream away...
It must have been love, but it's over now
It must have been good, but I lost it somehow
It must have been love, but it's over now
From the moment we touched till the time had run out
You must have loved me Quincy. You must have.
Make believing we're together
That I'm sheltered by your heart
But in and outside I turn to water
Like a teardrop in your palm
And it's a hard winter's day
I dream away...
It must have been love, but it's over now
It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without
It must have been love, but it's over now
It's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows
It must have been love, but it's over now
It must have been good, but I lost it somehow
It must have been love, but it's over now
From the moment we touched till the time had run out
Good-bye Tommy. I can't hurt anymore. Please be safe and be loved, that's all that I ask.