It's Like A Romeo and Juliet Thing
Summary: Tommy and Jude…it was a Romeo and Juliet thing…
Yeah…this is just an idea I got after watching Unsweet Sixteen and it wouldn't leave me alone…so I wrote it. It's just a one-shot type thing. It's AU…kinda took the idea from A Walk to Remember (so don't sue! I give credit to Nicholas Sparks ) Right right…on to the story…
She was rock star, he was her producer. It was never supposed to turn out this way. They were never supposed to cross that line. But they both knew neither of them would have changed a thing if they could have.
That kiss in the alley set everything in motion. Oh sure, they pretended like it never happened, in fact they pretended for over a year. But they couldn't pretend forever. Once and awhile they'd slip up; it was usually Tommy that cracked…but he was always the one to walk away. And then it'd start all over again, each of them nursing a fresh wound to the heart.
Three months before Jude's eighteenth birthday, they'd slipped up again, sharing a kiss as they worked on Jude's new song. But this time it was Jude's turn to walk away from it. She told him that night she stopped at his place on her way home; she screamed for him to stop hurting her, to stop breaking her heart. He told her that he couldn't. Because he loved her.
It was the first time they made love.
After that there was no going back, and that was okay. They kept it secret, of course, but still everything was strangely perfect. They were professional at the studio, just like an artist and a producer should be. Like everyone expected them to be. But away from everyone else, they were lovers lost in their own world.
But everything changed when Jude got sick.
At first they thought she was pregnant because of the dizziness and the vomiting. But then the fatigue set in, and the ugly bruises began to taint her fair skin. The doctors said it was Leukemia, a rare kind of Leukemia, and they couldn't believe they hadn't caught it before.
Tommy was there through it all. Through the failed chemotherapy that left her weak and frail. When he brushed that beautiful red hair away, the strands falling to the ground like snow. He was there when she complained about the hospitals and the doctors. She didn't want to die in that tomb, she'd tell him, a weak smile on her face. And he'd shake his head and tell her not to say things like that because they weren't funny. But still he'd paid for the home treatment, so she wouldn't have to die in that cold, ugly hospital. She was too lovely for that. He had held her in his arms and kissed her while they sat outside and watched the stars, while she shivered despite the many blankets wrapped around her fragile body. He too had watched her burn out like a dying star, and each day he loved her more, and told her so. He'd asked her what he was supposed to do when she was gone andshe'd smiled one of her secret smiles, just for him, and said that he'd meet someone else and move on. But they both knew that wouldn't happen. She was it, in every sense of the word.
He was there that cold Sunday morning when they buried her. When rain poured from the sky like the end of the world. Jude Harrison: beloved daughter, friend and lover will live forever in our hearts.
He was there with her three months later when he took those pills and slit his wrists. Tom Quincy: may his restless soul find peace.
Like I said…
It was a Romeo and Juliet thing.