"Jude, Darius needs you to sign something. Studio A." Kwest bellowed.
Jude wiped the tears from her eyes. He saw them though. "Jude." He muttered his voice softening as he came towards her. "You have to let him go."
Jude had just begun to forget about Tommy, after this long month, of crying, screaming in the sound proof recording booth of Studio B, and Ben and Jerry's. Every night, the same old thing, she would go home and sob at every remembrance of him, whether it be the scent of his cologne from the jacket hung so delicately in their hallway by a even more pathetic Sadie would still believes she and Tommy were meant to be, or the way her guitar doesn't feel right without Tommy's hands strumming every chord until it was in perfect tune.
"How?" Jude whispered, climbing to her feet. She had been sitting in Studio B for the longest time, trying to remember the good times, when she could hug Tommy and hold the whole world, when she could laugh and only he would understand her joke, but those times only lingered the first week after he left, then they disappeared completely.
Kwest shrugged, his best friend had just deserted a great girl, his job, and his best friend. How the hell would he know? Jude chuckled fakely and walked out of the booth. Studio A was down the hall, she turned on her heel and trudged up to the door. "Darius?" Jude asked, knocking on the bronze door.
She opened the door slightly to find the studio completely empty. A small box on the couch. "It's for you." Kwest stated as he passed by the studio, on his way to the kitchenette. Jude nodded, keeping her eyes on the box. She stepped up to it and shakily put her hand on the clipboard placed on top of it. She grabbed a pen from the desk and flipped a few of the papers back as she skimmed through the paperwork.
"Guidelines, return if whatever, blah blah blah...sign here."
She put her pen to the paper, and suddenly the clipboard dropped from her hands. Someone had beaten her to the punch; a male's scrawny signature was already on the paper. She put her hand to her mouth in surprise and sank to the floor next to the clipboard.
Tom Quincy
Oh god. He's... Jude stood shakily; she looked around the room when her eyes fell on a leather jacket, tossed carelessly on the floor. She followed the jacket to find a comb. She gasped and laughed at the same time, causing her to choke, tears washed down her porcelain cheeks.
The comb was followed by a guitar pick. She picked it up, the tip was pointing towards a closet. She put her hand over her mouth to muffle her screams threatening to boil over, and hesitantly, opened the door.
She found herself in someone's arms. Her face buried in his neck, tears sending a cool sensation down her face. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, closing his eyes and smiling at the thought of the girl in his arms.
"Damn Tommy." Jude whispered.
Tommy pulled Jude closer, their bodies pressed together, their eyes never leaving each others gaze, their foreheads pressed together. Jude put a hand to Tommy's cheek, making sure he was real. Tommy put his hand to hers and slowly encircled his index finger around hers.
"I missed you." He whispered.
Jude gently rubbed his arm with her free hand. Their eyes changed. They each grew darker. Tommy's smile faded as he searched Jude's eyes, he sensed what she was waiting for and moved his head closer to hers slowly.
When their lips connected it sent shivers down both of their spines. Jude put her hands on the back of Tommy's neck, Tommy put his hands to her hips and pulled her closer to him. They pulled away. Jude looked at Tommy breathlessly. "I love you." He whispered.
Jude felt something lurch in her stomach. She fell to her knees. She groaned and clutched her stomach. "Jude! Jude?" Tommy sank to his knees and held her hand, "What's wrong?"
"It's...it's the baby Tommy."
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Spoilers:
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"Tommy please."
"I'll kill him."
"No! Wait..."