Jude grabbed her purse off the counter and rode the elevator up to her floor. She stormed into their room and walked up to him, hands on her hips. "What the hell do you want Tommy?"
"We're going back to Canada. I got two tickets to Toronto for four-thirty."
"What about your motorcylce, as in the way we got here?"
"Sold it," he said, picking up two of their four bags.
"Why?"
"Because I don't need it."
"What, are you going to sell your precious Viper too?"
"Don't push it. Now, if you don't want a divorce or an anullment, there's not a whole lot I can do. But, since you want to stay married, you know what that means, right?"
"Hold it, I never said I wanted to stay married."
"Whatever. Personally I'd like to make this sham of a marriage as believable as possible."
"Believable? Have you seen the pictures and the headlines Tommy?"
"A few of them, yes, but we can fix that pretty easily. But, you can date anyone you want, just keep it to yourself."
"What?"
"I'm giving you an out Jude. You can stay married to me, and have your fun too."
She paused, but slowly nodded. She refrained from saying anything because she was glad he was letting her be free to do whatever she wanted, but it also made her feel like history was repeating itself in the form of her parents' failed marriage. "You can do the same," she muttered quietly.
"Any slip-ups and this whole thing becomes a dirty publicity stunt and scandal, Jude."
"I know, Tommy."
He sighed and looked at his watch. "Come on, the car will be here soon."
The drive to the airport was filled with an awkward silence, and Jude was thankful for the buzz of her phone.
"Hello, Jude Har-Quincy."
"Jude Cassandra Harrison, you tell me right now, what is going on!" her father's voice bellowed.
"Hi Dad. Uh, I guess I got married."
"You guess? I cannot believe how irresponsible you are! You just married a 30-year-old man."
"He's twenty-eight."
"It doesn't matter. What were you thinking? You just ruined your life Jude. You're not like Britney Spears who can get an anullment in less than twenty-four hours."
"I know that Dad. And we're not getting it anulled."
"I don't reccoment divorce Jude."
"We won't be doing that either."
Tommy sat still and listened to Jude's side of the heated conversation. With every word she spoke, he could tell she was getting more and more irritated.
"You're going to stay with someone, who will undoubtedly cheat on you and screw up your life?"
"Not everyone is like you Dad. Not everyone feels they have to screw around on their wife!" she yelled, hanging up on him. Avoiding a conversation with Tommy, she quickly began putting her hair up, one of her many nervous habits.
"Jude, are you alrigtht?"
"I'm fine," she spat.
"I was just asking."
"And I just answered," she snapped.
As soon as the taxi stopped, she flung her door open and quickly got out, leaving Tommy to pay the fare and get their bags. He sighed and quickly grabbed a twenty out of his pocket to pay.
"Good luck with that one, Mr. Quincy."
Tommy glanced toward the airport and saw Jude sauntering into the airport. "Thanks, I have a feeling I'm going to need some luck," he said as he grabbed their bags.
The flight was filled with tenstion and only a few words were spoken between the two, all of them bitter. Tommy would stare out the window, then squirm in his seat for a bit, resulting in Jude scolding him like he was a three-year-old. He knew if they were going to stay married, it was going to be a long road.
They arrived in Toronto four and a half hours later. Tommy leaned over and whispered in her ear. "We have to make it believable Jude, you know that."
"I know," she hissed, walking off the plane. They were soon pushed into a swarm of flashbulbs and paparazzi. Tommy quickly grabbed her hand and pasted a smile on his face, Jude doing the same.
After what seemed like a hundred photographs, they finally got to a taxi and were driven to Tommy's apartment.
"So what am I supposed to do for clothes?" she asked, setting her bags down on the floor.
Tommy sighed, taking his bags into his bedroom. "You can borrow some of mine for tonight, and tomorrow we'll go over to your apartment to pick some things up. I thought maybe we could move you in this weekend."
"I have to move in?"
"You want more tabloid headlines, stay in your apartment, you want to actually try this out, you'll move in."
Jude gaped at him for a moment before storming into the extra bedroom, throwing her purse against the wall, it's contents spilling all over the floor. She slammed the door behind her and slid down to the floor, tears filling her eyes. "Why was I so stupid?" she sobbed.
Tommy was about to knock on the door, but stopped when he heard her muffled sobs drifting through the door. He sighed and walked into the kitchen, grabbing himself a beer. He sat down at the table and began to think about the predicament they were in. He had always, secretly, wanted to marry Jude, and he thought she felt the same way, at least at some point, but now it seemed as if she'd rather die than be with him.
