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Chapter 3
Dear Jude, wrote Tommy.
Then he paused. Because what could he write? I'm on my way to vacation with your sister when really I love you? I want to be back in my room kissing you like last fortnight, instead of freezing my ass off in Norway, and non-stop travelling, listening to Sadie whine on about her favourite Bouz Attack! song? Because that's how he really felt. And it was haunting him. Badly.
"Heya babes," whispered Sadie over his shoulder, and kissing him on the cheek. "Whatcha doing?"
Tommy folded his half-letter and turned to Sadie.
"Nothing, just writing a kinda diary," he lied. Sadie pulled a face and reached for it.
"A diary? Hopefully about your fiery love for me," she laughed, and pulled it open. Tommy groaned as Sadie's expression changed.
"Jude?" she snapped. "You're writing a letter to my stupid sister? You're on vacation with me, Quincey, so you pay attention to me, got it?"
Tommy looked up painfully. He'd bee caught. He was just in limbo about his feelings, but Sadie didnt know that. Yet/
"Got it," he muttered quietly.
"Good."
She tore the letter up and dropped it onto the floor. The she took a seat next to him.
"What's so special about Jude, anyway?" she asked. "She's sixteen, has hair like a piece of copper, and writes crappy songs with her guitar. So what gives?"
"I dont know," Tommy lied. "But I love you. He kissed her cheek weakly and took her hand. He shook his head, trying to erase thought of Jude. But it wasnt working.
xxxx
Jude was lying on her bed with her guitar. This normally cheered her up, and got her lost in music, instead of thought. Only this time it wasnt working. Tommy had kissed her, hadnt he? That had to mean something. She tossed her curls over her shoulder in frustration and noted down a few lyrics.
He's haunting my dreams, my daydreams, my nightmares.
True, so true. Tommy was appearing everywhere in her mind. Whether he was sinking in quick sand, or playing her guitar, or kissing Sadie, he was in her dreams. And it was killing her. She hated every second.
"Aaah!" she cried, and she threw her notebook at the wall. Never before had any other guy driven her to madness. It was weird, but a sensation was growing, urging her to bang her head against the wall. It was seeming an almost pleasant option right now, yet she was too lazy to get up from her cushions. Instead, she played a chord, and strummed angrily. Again, and again, and she began singing words of angst, and depression.
He's haunting me Killing me I thought he loved me But its not me its some other girl Heads in a whirl Coz its some girl I knew, made the mistake Of introducing them, thats right, if I could I take Just a few weeks back, I'd tell him Leave me now, before you cause a pain Stings more than acid rain
It wasnt a great song, but it released some of her pain.
She threw down her guitar and sighed.
Oh great. Tears too.
