"Guys, take a vacation, go to your house at the beach Tom, you two need to work a little, but more importantly, de-stress. Both of you are WAY to high strung these days." Georgia finished her statement then looked at Tommy and me, "Did you think I was talking about next month? It's nine A.M, I already talked to Jude's mom, if you two leave the city by noon, you could be at the beach house by four. Go, now, and I don't want to see either of you for at least four days, and when you two come back, I swear if you aren't smiling and a little tan, I'm going to be very very upset. Now go." Georgia hugged both of us and shoved us out of the studio.
"Beach house Tommy? How many freaking homes do you have?" I gave Tommy a playful shove in the parking lot as we walked to his car. Tommy shoved me back then grinned at me, "Three, my apartment in the city, my beach house, and the chalet." I looked at him stunned, "The Chalet!" We got in the car and Tommy looked a little sheepish, "I like snowboarding, and I don't like hotels, get my point?" I just shook my head and we pulled out of the parking lot.
I was quiet for most of the ride home until we stopped at a light, I turned to Tommy, "Are we just forgetting about what happened a month ago?" As Tommy's face tightened, he turned his head to face me, "I don't know, we'll talk about it at the beach okay?" He shut up and I silently nodded.
I knew why Georgia thought we had been high strung recently and I knew when it started, about a month ago, Tommy and I had almost crossed a line that was impossible to go back.
We were in the studio at almost one in the morning, everyone else had left but we wanted to finish the song we were working on. I finally finished singing and went into the engineer's booth where Tommy was sitting. I groaned and sprawled out on the couch, Tommy looked over from his chair and grinned, "Light weight." he called me. I sat up and smiled, "did you just call me a light weight?" He whistled lightly and said, "Well, you know, the new artists are always so green, they can never take a night of late recording." Then he spun the chair around to keep working at the mixing board.
I sat there and sulked for a while until, I don't know if it was the lack of sleep or if I'm just crazy, but I got up off the couch, went over to Tommy, and tapped him on the shoulder. He stood up and looked at me quizzicaly, "We can go if you want Jude, I was just joking about the light weight comment." I shook my head, "Is this light weight new artist?" Then I kissed him, like really kissed him, full on tounge and everything. Tommy didn't pull away, on the contrary, he opened his mouth a little and pulled me to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, close to my hips, so tight a piece of paper couldn't of fit between us. After a few minutes of hands all over each other, full on make out, he guided me to the couch, where we sat down and proceeded the makeout. He tipped me backwards and I ran my hands across his muscular back, I pulled his shirt over his head and reveled in the feel of his bare chest.
After a few more minutes, his hands started to creep up my shirt, I shivered at the tingles his hands on my bare stomach brought on, but loved how it felt. He pulled away from me for a second panting, "Do you want…." he didn't have to finish because I answered his question by stripping off my shirt, he grinned and came back to me, we kissed and I had my arms across his back as he ran his hands up and down my sides, from the waistband of my jeans to the top of my bra. About thirty minutes had gone by, and his hands went lower, to the button on my jeans, I welcomed it, but then my phone started to ring, Tommy's hands were closer to my pocket than my own so he reached in my pocket, got my phone, and I unwrapped my arms from around him and answered it trying to make my voice sound as normal as possible, "Hello… Oh hi Mom… no umm Tommy and I are almost done here, I should be home soon. Okay Mom, I love you too, bye."
Tommy had gotten off me then, "Jude, we can't do this, as much as I want to, you're seventeen." I tried to argue with him, "Eighteen in two months, two months that's all." Tommy shook his head, put on his shirt then reached over and handed me my own, "well see what happens in two months, come on, we have to get you home." I put on my shirt and that was the end of that.
"Jude, Jude! Hello!" I snapped back to the present, Tommy was parked in my driveway trying to get my attention, "Umm, yeah, what?" Tommy shook his head, "You're not high strung, you're acting a little strung out, never mind, I'm going to run to my apartment and pack a bag, I'll be back here at around eleven thirty okay?" I shook my head distractedly and got out of the car, "Sure." I walked into my house, Tommy and me alone, at the beach, for at least four days, a month before I turn eighteen, this is going to be interesting.