It was nearly seven o'clock. Jude wrapped her red scarf around her bare neck and pulled her black jacket with white striped cuffs over her black tank top. Tommy pulled his black leather jacket over his shoulders in one quick shrug, keeping his eyes on Jude all the while. They had just wrapped up Jude's second album, it was two days before her release party, and two days after they shared their second kiss.

Drop a hint you chicken. Drop just one measly hint of the love you feel for me. I know what you feel, because I feel it to. Damn it Tommy why would I write that song if I didn't mean every word? I'm going to say it; I'm going to speak these thoughts right now, right here.

Shit. I'm the chicken.

"Jude?"

She guessed he asked her a question, but she was to wrapped up in her thoughts to even hear a single word he said. She widened her eyes in surprise when she found herself on her butt, on the floor. Tommy laughed as he helped her up.

"What did I do?" I asked, rubbing the small of my back at the sharp pain developing.

"You slipped on Kwest's banana peel, a kerplop! You blacked out for a good three minutes before I came back from the bathroom to find you here." He steadied her with his hands pressed firmly on both of Jude's arms.

"Thanks." Jude smiled slightly, and then she saw Tommy's eyes go dark.

Shit. Oh no. He's...he's going...he's gonna...oh damn.

Her arms were around his neck, her legs around his waist, his hands on her hips, carrying her to the couch of Studio A just down the hall. He closed the door behind them, not parting their lips, before gently laying her down on the couch. He moved his kisses slowly down her neck, earning a slight mumble of curses from Jude.

Suddenly Jude found a weight off of her chest. Tommy had stood up, he was quickly pacing, running his hand through his hair. "Damn it Jude." He muttered. Jude straightened her shirt, she stood up, heading for the door, when Tommy grabbed her arm and spun her around, "Why Jude? Why would this happen?" He asked, his voice barley above a whisper.

"I don't know Tommy!" She started to yell, and suddenly lowered her voice, bringing a hand to Tommy's cheek, she stroked it gently and whispered, "I guess it was meant to happen."

Tommy and Jude looked into eachother's eyes for a split second before reconnecting their kiss. Tommy moved back over to the couch and Jude followed, "Are you sure?" He asked, stroking her cheek. "Never been more." She said. And there, in the emptiness of Studio A, Tommy showed how much he truly loved her in a slow and tender way.

Jude was in a wheelchair, outside of the hospital doors. After about the third hour of her not speaking, the media and news went away. She was waiting for somebody she knew to drop by. But she doubted anybody would come. Darius and Liam, Kwest and Mason were all somewhere out of town, and Sadie had gone to visit Victoria in Europe.

Honk. Tires screeched. A large SUV pulled up on the curb. A slender man in jeans, a leather jacket, and a white t-shirt, slightly grungy hair, and black sunglasses stepped out of the car. But to her, he never looked more appealing.

"Hey stranger." She whispered.

"Hay is for horses Jude, you know that."

"Then why do I feel like such an ass?"

"I'm sorry."

"No, Jude, I am."

He kneeled in front of her, placing his hands on her. She smiled lightly.

"Let's get you home okay?"

"I don't have a home Tommy."

A single tear rolled down her porcelain cheek.

He wiped it away.

"Come on."

He helped her out of her chair and carried the single rose he had bought for her to the car, Jude climbed into the passenger side of the Hummer and waited for Tommy to turn the ignition. They sped away two minutes later.

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