Alright, so I know you guys wanted me to continue the one shot I had, but with them being so young I know that, with how I write, I would feel really awkward writing about them that young. So I made this kind of AU that takes place four years later that would help me write them.
I hope to get some good review on this since my one shot did so well, better than my Teen Wolf one that I kind of rushed and turned out lame. Well, here's a go at a Jonnor, my fav pairing.
Disclaimer: I'll never own the foster's or its characters. Sad face.
"Jude, come on, it's time to get up." He groaned at his mom as she pulled the blanket off of him. The cold air hit his bare body, don't worry he had boxers on, causing him to squint his eyes at her. Stef threw the blanket on the floor and slapped him on the leg. "Since you slept in, you have thirty-five minutes to shower and make it to school."
She left the room and he rolled over and half slid off the bed, standing up. Jude went to his drawer and grabbed some clothes and dragged himself to the bathroom. It was so good to be the only kid in the house now that everyone was either moved out or off in college; there was no waiting for shower time, or being stuck with cold water. With Callie and Brandon out on their own, and Mariana and Jesus living on college campus; he had his own room and no competition for the terrible fifteen minute bathroom rule.
The hot water only seemed to make him want to fall back asleep, so he made it luke warm and finished cleaning himself before getting out. Grabbing his backpack after he was done getting dressed, he ran downstairs and gave his mom a kiss on the cheek and grabbed a piece of her toast. She grumbled at him but let him run out the door where he climbed into his car. This car had been nearly a year of saving up, and still needing help from his moms. He had to have a wine red mustang. Gay, right?
Well, guess it fit him then. He drove past the school and checked the clock; twelve minutes till the warning bell rang. Stopping outside a house, he honked and smiled as his boyfriend ran out before he was even lifting his hand from the horn. The brunette leaned over after he got into the car and gave him a quick kiss.
"Babe, we're gonna be late. Go." Jude smiled at him but did as he requested and did a U-turn, heading back to the school. He looked over at his boyfriend and smiled. Those green eyes smiled back, and he brushed his hair out of his eyes. Jude bit his lip looking at what his boyfriend was wearing; a green and white stripped muscle shirt that showed off just that, muscles. He himself had started back in ninth grade working out with Jesus. Now, on the first day of his junior year, he was told he was built better than Jesus was.
Having to park near the back of the lot sucked, but it was okay because he got to hold his boyfriend's hand that much longer. No one even gave them a second look anymore. Jude had come out in ninth grade, already sure by then that he was very attracted to guys. Then, when he and him had started dating part way through their sophomore year, his boyfriend had also come out. What surprised them both was that nobody cared, though there had been a couple who blamed his lesbian parents for turning him. Bullshit of course.
"Dylan!" Of course, here comes Daria to still him from Jude. The red head skipped up and put her arm through his and starting to pull him away. "Very sorry Jude, but I need to steal him."
"No you're not." She shrugged and he waved at Dylan who was pouting, but turned to follow his friend. Daria and he were not nearly as close as she and Dylan. They had been friends since ninth grade when he starting going to Anchor Beach, and it was because of her that they had started being friends, and then later dating.
Jude smiled, remembering the day they had started dating. It was on his sixteenth birthday, the whole family was over including friends such as Daria and Dylan, when Dylan had led him away to talk to him. Dylan had always flirted with him, but he always took it as him being friendly. Though, when Dylan had, without even saying a word yet, leaned in and kissed him it was obvious it was more than friendly. He had blushed, and then asked Jude out. He had said yes before even having to think, he didn't need to.
After that they had went back into the kitchen, and that's when Dylan had come out for the first time to his boyfriend's moms and family. They all accepted him with cheers and hugs, and when he held Jude's hand a while later, he heard Mariana whisper to Callie about having seen this coming since first meeting the boy. Dylan was accepted into the family and was always at the Foster's home whenever he had the chance.
As he walked to his locker, his friend Bree walked up and put her arm through threw his. "So, welcome back to another year of hell." She had dyed her hair blond, though instead of the usual twenty thousand different colored streaks, she had only dyed her bangs a dark blue than matched her eyes. This was his closest friend, though she had only started there the year before, they had become nearly as close as he and Callie was.
Laughing at her doomed look, he stopped at his locker and started to reach in for his books. "It's not so bad. Beside, you have first hour with yours truly; it's a wonderful way to start the day."
She nodded. "True, it is a pick me up with someone as gay as you to cheer me up."
Jude stood up and glared at her. "I'm not that gay, I just like guys."
Rolling her eyes, she scoffed. "You used to wear nail polish, that's pretty gay."
"That was like four years ago." He reached out and pulled at her colored bangs. "Besides, you look more lesbian than I do gay." Probably true. He was only wearing jeans and a plain red t-shirt, while she wore knee high leather boots, skin tight jeans, and a band t-shirt. "Yeah, pretty dike-ish, just need a pixie cut."
"Fuck you man." She punched him in the shoulder and then poked him in the chest with a finger. "I'm punk, not lesbo." He shook his head at her, but smiled as she took hold of his hand and they walked to their first hour; pre-calc.
Pre-calc was the worse class to have on the first day of school, what made it worse was that it was their first class. Mrs. Cambel was a short, stocky, elderly lady who somehow lost nearly every worksheet she was ever given. There were multiple times, which meant every day, where students would have to redo a test or a worksheet just so she wouldn't count it against them. Having her for regular algebra was bad enough, where she made everything more complicated than it need be, but having her for something as mind-numbing as pre-calc would make Jude want to drop out.
After what seemed like hours of listening to the droning on about how hard the class would be, with the teacher repeating herself half the time, the bell rang to let the kids free of the torture. Bree left him to go to her next class. Jude starting to walk to the art room, his next class, as Daria raced up and grabbed his arm and shook it. The huge smile on her face made him raise his eyebrows.
"Guess what?" She said, giving his arm a tug with each word.
Jude sighed and pulled his arm away from her. "What?"
She pretty much bounced as she talked. "Connor's back."
His heart skipped a beat as she said his name, remembering his first friend. He wished he had reason to jump up and down with her, but he didn't. The last time they had spoken to each other was four years before when he had told Jude that he couldn't be friends with someone who told everything to his parents. Two weeks later his dad had gotten a job offer in another state, and that was that. For a while he had thought to try to contact him, but he felt if Connor wanted to keep in contact he would. That was the end of their friendship, and him being back at Anchor Beach didn't change that.
Sighing, he moved past her and entered his class, ignoring the protesting sounds she was making. Sitting down at an empty table, he let his head fall onto the desk and let out a heavy breath. Connor being back shouldn't be affecting him like it was. They had been close, sure, but it was so long ago that he hadn't even thought of him in forever.
He laughed at lying to himself. Connor had been his first crush before he even knew what the word meant. It was at least once a day when he thought about the boy, how close they had been and the fun they had. Memories of him ran through his mind as he stared down at his hands in his lap. Crushed was not the word for how he felt when Connor had ended their friendship, his heart had been smashed to pieces and had only recovered when he had started dating Dylan.
It wouldn't matter how he felt about Connor anyway, he had said he didn't care if Jude was gay, but he let it known that he was not. At that point, he hadn't even known what his sexual orientation was, he was still confused over how he felt about Robert Quinn and not sharing a father with Callie. He moved on from Connor and now he was happy where he was. Bree was the best a friend got, nearly a sister, and he loved Dylan.
The chair beside him squeaked as someone sat down beside him. "Hey, stranger." He smiled and lifted his head to smile at the art teacher. Mrs. Laughlin may be a teacher, but she was up there with his closest friends. At first look you would think she was French with her wild curly blond hair and slight accent, but she was born in Indiana. Her love for black clothing contrasted with her love for painting with colors, and her smile was always infectious.
"Hey Mrs. Laughlin, did you miss me?"
She scoffed. "Well of course I did. How was your summer, Jude?"
Thinking back to all the family cookouts and dates with Dylan, he smiled at her. "It's was the best summer yet."
She nodded and stood up as students started to fill up the room. "Everyone can sit where they want, but it's only till I find out who makes the most ruckus together." This woman was nothing but talk, and everyone knew it. Heck, she knew everyone knew it, but she kept up the tough teacher act for the sake of it.
The room was set up with four square tables, on which were utensils such as pencils and paper, erasers and markers, pretty much everything but paint. Mrs. Laughlin was so anal about her paint that she kept it locked up in a cabinet. Around these tables were desks which were quickly filling up. Her art classes were the most sought after of all at Anchor Beach. There would be many transfers from other classes.
Thanking the system for putting him into her panting class, his favorite (third time taking it), he reached out and grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. Having taken about twelve of her art classes, mostly repeated times for the love of it, he let himself zone out as she started to go over the rules. The freshman beside him was concentrating on her words as he started to draw. Of course it was a tree, it was his favorite thing to create whether it was painting or sculpting. Even when he was just starting out with just making lines, it would eventually come out as a tree.
As he was adding branches and twigs the chair beside became occupied. He didn't look up, not caring who was beside him. There was no need to care as long as the person kept his arms and elbows on his own desk when they were working on a project. There was nothing more irritating than having someone put their elbow on your wet painting.
He closed his eyes in anger as he felt an elbow hit his arm, causing him to draw a line straight through his branches; a dark, thick line. "Seriously?" He said with a sigh.
"Oh shit man, I'm sorry I didn't mean to." Jude looked up and glared into the guys brown eyes.
Wow he was gorgeous. Those eyes weren't just brown, but like maple syrup, they were liquid. His brown hair was cut in a familiar fashion, and his lips were full and he nearly moaned as he saw the pink tongue swipe across them. Jude mentally shook his head, sure he's hot, but Dylan is his boyfriend. Also, he was most likely straight.
The boy frowned at him and cocked his head. "Jude?" His face stretched with a grin as he recognized him. Bad thing was, Jude had no idea who he was. Had he talked to him before?
Jude raised an eyebrow at him, the boy's smile softened and he laughed. "You don't remember me? Well, it has been four years."
Shit. "Connor?"
He beamed again and nodded. Shit. His friend had been insanely cute in seventh grade, but after four years he was nothing but a god with how beautiful he was. The last thing he should be doing is checking him out, but his eyes roamed over thick biceps and realized that he had kept in shape also. Fuck.
Jude sat back and looked at him incredulously "Damn, it's been forever."
Nodding, he put his elbows on the table and turned his head to look at Jude. "It has, and look at you, all grown up and buff. You're not scrawny anymore,"
Rolling his eyes, he smiled at his long ago friend. "You forgive me for being a tattle tale?"
Laughing he leaned back and shrugged. "Dude, we were thirteen, and back then I was scared of my father. Now, I realized that telling your parents something as simple as that took guts, but it also showed that your trust with your parents was stronger than me with mine. I was actually jealous that you could tell them anything without being scared of being hurt."
He remembered how his father had hit him for sharing a tent with Jude. His moms, especially Lena, had been furious; she had even quite her job. He had been scared for his friend's safety, and so had his parents. There was nothing they could do about it so it had to be left alone.
Jude let his smile fall and cocked his head. "How are you and your dad?"
Looking down at the desk, he sighed. "My mother and him split because he started to drink and hitting both of us. She divorced him and then moved back here since she still owned the house. Here I am, talking to my best friend after so many years. It feels nice to be back." He paused before asking, "Are we still best friends?"
Were they? Sure, back then they were as close as two seventh graders could get, but it was different now. They were two different people now and it would be like starting over again, but Jude could see them being close once again. Maybe a friendship like that never went away, but he wasn't going to assume he was the same person.
"I think we should just see if we can still stand each other." Connor laughed and nodded.
"Jude, new boy, do I need to separate you two?" Mrs. Laughlin asked from the front and the rest of the class turned to watch.
Jude smiled at her and scoffed. "I've heard this speech a hundred times."
She smiled her mock smile, "Well, that's true, and I'm okay with you sitting there quietly drawing, but not disturbing a new student who hasn't heard my speal. So just wait till I'm done talking and then you can continue. Okay?"
"Alright."
Connor smiled at him and turned to listen to the teacher. His best friend was back, he couldn't wait to tell Dylan. Of course, knowing how gorgeous he was, he might get jealous of him. Jude didn't mind the jealousy, it showed that he cared and he never went crazy jealous, just asked a lot of questions about the other person.
He didn't know how the day could get any better. Connor was back.
So don't be worried about how it has started, you know it's a Jonnor so don't over think Jude having a boyfriend. You have to think that he was gone for four years, would you wait? I wouldn't.
Also, made up teachers are named and based after my real teachers… and since it's been four years and Jude has changed, I kind of made him like me, don't get mad when he doesn't act just like Jude, I went from shy kid trying to come out, to the most outgoing obnoxious gay kid ever in just four years of high school. So let me run my AU like I want it. :P
So, review and tell me what you think.
