Jude…

Have you ever just woken up one morning and realized that the best thing for you to do is to just turn off your alarm clock and roll over, hide under a blanket, and think of ways to make sure that the sun doesn't rise because, no matter what you say to try to convince yourself otherwise, you know that the day is going to be a bad one? Well, this was going to be one of those days for me. I knew that the moment I leaned over to hit the snooze button for the fifth time in the past hour—stuffing my pillow over my head to drown out its insistent whine. Yep, a bad day. And that was before Tommy marched suddenly into the room—unplugging the clock from the wall as he went before shoving at my grumbling form. I squinted my eyes up at him fiercely.

"Hey!" I cried out as he stared at me pointedly from next to the bed. An uneasy feeling crept down my spine. I smiled sweetly as Tommy pointed at the open bedroom door. Okay, so he knew how to point. And?

"Jude, it's ten o' clock. I think it's time you got out of bed now. There are things to do today that have to be done." Tommy pointed out as I rolled my eyes up at him before pressing the pillow over my face again. I barely managed to get out of the bed before twelve on the weekends. He was lucky I was this awake as it was.

"Jusht gwo away." I grumbled into the material as Tommy pulled the sheets off the bed, and I gasped as cold air hit my legs. What the hell?

"I'm giving you to the count of three, Jude." Tommy muttered warningly as I pushed the pillow back down my face before staring into his eyes. My God, he was serious.

"Or what, Tommy?" I asked slowly as Tommy grinned suddenly. Now that was scary. A grinning Tommy never boded well for me.

"One…." Tommy began in a low, husky tone as I narrowed my eyes at him eerily. What was he counting down for? I backed up against the head board.

"Just a little longer?" I asked almost pleadingly as Tommy grinned wider.

"Two…." He continued meaningfully as I threw him a look that said, 'bite me.' Tom smiled—I mean full out smiled as he grabbed a hold of one of my legs.

"Three!" He finished as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I screeched. Oh bad bad bad bad bad idea!

"Okay, I'm up!" I exclaimed as Tommy continued walking. He seemed past the point of 'let's talk about this' and already in the stages of 'I can't hear you.' His bathroom came suddenly into view along with the sound of cascading water. What was with us and showers lately? Oh shit! He wouldn't!

"Tommy, just be reasonable…" I began as he stomped into the tile covered room before throwing me quickly under the cold shower spray. It hit me like the force of an entire pot of coffee and I spluttered.

"Hell!" I cried out as I shivered. Tom just chuckled.

"No, it's warmer down there." Tom finished quietly as I glared at him silently before shoving past him back down the hall. He followed me slowly as I ran into my room and slammed the door.

"Awake yet?" he asked sweetly through the wood as I leaned against the material while realizing, quite remarkably, that I was smiling despite my chattering teeth. Yeah, I was actually smiling. Something told me by the tone of Tommy's voice that he was too. Mason's voice rang through my head. Foreplay huh? I could hear Tommy's mother out in the hallway, and I hid a smile as she started speaking to Tom.

"Didn't you shave this morning, Tom? I swear I see a five o'clock shadow." She stated simply as I grinned. She should look in his bathroom cabinet.

Author's Note: Officially my romantic comedy (laugh).