In honor of my day off, here's one more quick post. It's not a high-action sequence but it's still one of my favorites :) More Tommy/Jude cuteness. Thanks again for all of your feedback and great responses. Enjoy this next part and have a happy holiday weekend!

Lying on the bed that she had spent nearly every night of her life in, Jude's eyes were open and staring at her ceiling. She felt Tommy's warm breath in her ear as he slept on his side, with one arm draped over her. She was afraid to move, afraid to sleep in case she woke up to realize it had all been a dream. So she lay there, counting the cracks in her ceiling, feeling the chill in the room, and taking mental pictures of Tommy next to her. She examined the random items scattered on the ground—4 socks, 1 sweatshirt, 1 flannel shirt, and 1 blanket. They were both sleeping in t-shirts and sweatpants, which were too lightweight for the lack of heat in the room. She shivered listening to the wind pound against the window.

Feeling her lightly shake from the cold, Tommy stirred, half-asleep. Jude watched as he moved, removing his arm from her and turning onto his back. His eyes fluttered and slowly opened, looking up at the same ceiling she had been. He turned his head towards her and saw her looking back at him with a small smile.

"Hi," he said softly.

"Hi," she said in return.

He smiled and turned back the way he had been, up against her side with one arm around her. "Are you cold?" he asked closing his eyes again.

"Umm…maybe a little…" she said hesitantly.

"Just a little? I woke up to your shivering."

"Oh, sorry. Okay, maybe more than a little. There's no heat in here remember."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," he said grinning. She could see him smiling next to her and smiled herself. "Do you want to grab your sweatshirt?" he asked.

"Um, sure," she said eyeing it on the ground. He moved his arm to let her get up. She jumped off the bed and grabbed her sweatshirt, pulling it over her head. She slipped her socks on too and headed back.

"How about mine?" he asked, with his eyes still closed and head on the pillow.

"I thought you weren't cold," she said with a smirk.

"I am, now that you moved," he said with a small grin.

She leaned down and grabbed his flannel and socks and walked back handing him everything. She took the fallen blanket off the ground as he opened his eyes and sat up, putting the flannel on and then his socks. She put the blanket on the bed and then lay back down.

"Better?" he said, looking down at her.

"Yes, definitely," she said grinning.

He smiled back at her, spread the blanket out to cover them, and resumed his position next to her. She pulled the blanket up to her chin as he slid his arm around her.

She lay there with her eyes open. He peeked at her and saw her staring at the ceiling. Placing his hand over her eyes to close them, he whispered, "Go to sleep."

"I can't," she responded, moving his hand off her eyes. "If I close my eyes, I might sleep too late. My mom gets up in a few hours and she's seriously going to flip out if she walks in here and sees us."

"So you're going to stay up until then?"

"I guess."

At that, he sighed and sat up, leaning over her to grab something on the nightstand. She watched him lean over her and felt her heart skip a beat, not sure what he was doing. He took his watch off the nightstand and held it up to the moonlight to see what time it was.

"It's 4:15. What time do you want to get up?"

She looked at him and smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah, that's what the watch is for," he teased, shaking it in front of her.

"Um, maybe 6:30? Wait, no—6:15. That gives us about a half hour buffer."

"6:15 it is," he said, spinning a dial on his watch and putting it back on the nightstand next to her. He started to shift back to his side but paused for a second over her, noting her grin.

"Thanks," she said softly.

He looked at her for a moment, peacefully snuggled into her bed with the blanket up to her chin. She looked so cozy, so sweet. He leaned into her and gave her a light kiss on her lips. He then put his head down next to her and said quietly, "You're welcome."

She felt herself beam as she closed her eyes and relaxed under his arm. She was taking another mental picture of the moment as she started to drift off to sleep.

"Jude? You awake?"

Tommy lightly shook her. "Earth to Jude!" he said shaking her harder.

She started to stir hearing a distant voice in her ear.

"No…just another half hour…" she mumbled, pulling the blanket over her.

He groaned watching her go back to sleep and tried once more to wake her up. "Jude--get up. Your mom's going to be up soon."

It was silent for a moment and then her small voice said, "Tommy?"

"Yeah…are you up?"

She pulled the blanket back with her eyes half open. "Sort of. What time is it?"

"6:15. Just like you wanted."

She rubbed her eyes, piecing together the night before. She grinned, remembering how she fell asleep. He looked at her smiling and couldn't help but smile back. "Well it's about time. That took a lot of energy to wake you up."

"Yeah, once I'm out, I'm out," she replied, sitting up with her hair a knotted mess. He laughed a little looking at her.

She watched him get out of bed and followed. They tidied up the room, folding the blanket, gathering the candles and flashlight. They silently started to make their way towards the door when she stopped him.

"Tommy?" she said quietly. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to say but she didn't want to leave the room. She looked up at him and noticed that the tag from his shirt was hanging out in front. She started giggling, "Your shirt's on backwards."

He looked down and noticed it was both inside out and backwards. "So it is," he said, taking off the flannel, flipping it inside out and turning it around, before putting it back on top of his t-shirt. "Better?" he said looking at her.

"Much."
He looked at her and moved a piece of her hair out of her eyes. "We should head downstairs."

She sighed looking into his eyes. She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to ask him…

What now? Were they together? How did he really feel about her?

But she decided to push her concerns to the back of her head and keep this memory a happy one. So she just nodded and smiled as he opened the door. They quietly slipped downstairs and separated, him heading into the dining room and her sneaking back into her sleeping bag in the living room.