The next few days were focused on packing Lennon's clothes and necessities into boxes. They still hadn't spoken about what occurred at her grandparents' house, but Jude decided to let her come to him when she was ready.

Tonight, however, Jude decided to surprise her with playing his guitar on her couch while she went to buy pizza. He was strumming the strings quietly and smiled to himself when he heard the door unlock, slowly being pushed open to reveal his beautiful girlfriend.

Lennon immediately blushed at the sight of Jude, setting the box of pizza onto the coffee table in front of him after she shut the front door and locked it.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Well, hey there. Found your guitar in your truck?"

"I bring it with me everywhere," Jude winked.

"Lucky me. Are you going to serenade me?" she giggled.

"Maybe later. I'm a bit hungry," he teased, causing Lennon to gently poke his side.

Jude set the guitar down and pulled her close to his side for a moment, kissing the crown of her head and holding her tight. Lennon didn't mind it. She simply snuggled closer, inhaling his intoxicating scent that she had gotten so used to.

"All right, let's eat," she said, pulling away from his embrace to hand him a paper plate after she opened the box of pizza.

Lennon decided to curl her legs underneath her, taking a large bite of her slice as she looked over at Jude who had already begun to eat. She couldn't wait to go back to Woodstock and spend more time with him.

"Tell me something I don't know about you," Lennon asked.

"Hm. Like what?"

"Anything."

"Well," Jude began, looking up in thought. "I fell in love with Woodstock the second I came to the town. I wasn't supposed to stay, simply just passing by, but I loved it too much to leave."

Lennon smiled, leaning in to rest her free hand on his shoulder, gently circling the fabric of his shirt as she held her empty plate in the other.

"Seems like Woodstock's doing the same to me," she giggled.

Jude smiled at the sound, glancing at her with a natural glint in his eyes. "What about you? Tell me something I don't know."

"Hm…" Lennon mumbled, biting her lower lip. "I love running. There's just something about it that's so freeing…"

"Running, huh? What about swimming?" he grinned.

"Ooh, that too. Only if it's with you and if we're skinny dipping," she winked.

Jude laughed, "I like that."

They both set their plates on the table and Jude took initiative by placing her feet onto his lap, gently massaging the bottom soles of it with slight pressure. Lennon groaned, allowing herself to relax as she shut her eyes and tilted her head back against the couch.

"So, when did you find out about your parents?" he asked.

"I started asking questions when I was about nine or ten. My grandparents never hid anything from me, though. They were always so eager to answer me, even if it hurt them so much," she admitted.

"I commend you, Lenn. You know, for being so brave and accepting of what's happened. Not many people maintain their resolve. Some actually crack."

"Well, my grandparents raised me right. I knew how much they loved my mother… I just – I wish I had the chance to know my father too. You know, as well as I do my mother."

"What about his parents?" Jude asked.

"Passed away," she sighed. "What about you, though? What was your childhood like?"

Jude shrugged, digging his thumbs into the bottom of her feet. "My mom died when I was nine, so my relationship with my dad wasn't all that great growing up. With my mom's death, we grew apart. So, the minute I turned eighteen, I packed a bag and left. Haven't been back since."

Lennon bit her lower lip, sitting up and leaning against him instead. He draped an arm over her lap and gently ran his fingertips along the outer side of her thigh. "Have you talked to him though?"

"I actually gave him a call when I found out why you were visiting Woodstock. I learned more about your parents, and well… I realized that I was still lucky enough to have one of my parents still alive. Since you came to Woodstock, it's opened my eyes to many things in my life," he admitted.

"Oh yeah?"

Jude smiled, "What can I say? You're a damn good influence."

"What about Grace?"

"What about her?"

Lennon bit her lower lip, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and gently running it across the fabric of shirt. "How did that relationship begin?"

"Lennon…" he warned.

"What? I want to know."

Jude sighed, "Well… I was in a rough patch when I came through Woodstock. Hooked on drugs and Grace… She saved my life. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for her involvement in helping me get better."

"Did you love her?"

He looked down at her, sighing. "Lennon, stop."

"Jude, it's just a question. I promise I won't get jealous."

"I did, and I do. I will spend every day making up for what she helped me through, but that type of love isn't the same for –"

"For?" Lennon asked.

"Nothing," he shrugged, thinking back to his conversation with Lennon's grandmother. Jude didn't know if he was ready to admit that he was falling in love with her. "Do you think your grandparents will be okay with you moving once you actually do?" he asked, changing the subject.

Lennon arched a brow, but decided to let the matter go. "I don't know… They can't necessarily stop me, right?"

"Can I ask you something?" Jude asked.

"Sure."

"Why Woodstock?"

"I already answered that," Lennon sighed.

"Is it only because of your parents?"

"It's most of it, yes."

"What's the rest?"

"Jude…"

"Tell me," he said.

"I fell in love with the town, just how you did. I love the people there, the tight community… And like I said before, I feel my parents there. I feel closer to them for some reason."

"That's it?"

"Jude, what do you mean that's it?"

He sighed, glancing over at her. "I just – Don't stay in Woodstock because of me. Stay in Woodstock because you want to stay there. Don't let me be the main factor," Jude admitted.

"What?" she pulled away. "What are we doing then, Jude? If I don't stay, do you know what that means for us? I can't do long distance. So, tell me. Answer me this. What are we doing? Just sleeping around? Is that it? Using me like you used Grace?" Lennon blurted.

"Excuse me?" Jude mumbled. "That is not fair. That's not what I did at all."

Lennon bit her lower lip, watching Jude spring to his feet at the sudden accusation. "You stayed because you fell in love with her, didn't you?"

"No, goddammit. You're not listening, are you?"

"How come it's okay for you to stay without a reason by I suddenly have to have one? My parents died in Woodstock, Jude! They have a house that I was going to grow up in… A tire swing that was meant to be placed at the tree out in the front yard… It's not just about you!" she yelled.

"I didn't say it's about me, Lenn! I just want you to make sure you're making the right decision."

"Why do you think that I'm not? Because I'm dating you? Is that it?"

Jude sighed, tightening his jaw. "Why do you keep talking to me like I'm out to get you? I'm looking out for you!"

"What for?! This is my decision to make and if it's a bad one, then so fucking what! I will deal with it when, and if, I realize it's a mistake."

Jude shook his head, slipping his shoes on. "You're attacking me and I simply wanted to make sure you thought this through. I'm going to go for a walk. I'll be back later."

Lennon was about to stop him, but he simply walked out through the door and shut it quietly behind him. She was alone, again. She sat at the couch and felt tears sting her eyes.

Maybe she misinterpreted their relationship entirely.