Part 1: Sloth

Jude Harrison was tired. No, she wasn't tired, she was exhausted.

27 hours in the hot Studio 1 of G Major Records, locked in the room with her love, Tommy Quincy and her sister's boyfriend, Kwest. Write, record, fix, write, record, fix. …All in a cycle. …A bored-ass cycle.

"Can I go home now?" 19 year old Jude asked her producer.

"Jude, you've been asking me that since we got here!" he yelled back at her.

"Did someone forget to take their Midol this morning?" she asked, attitude taking over.

"No."

"Then why are you being so pissy?"

"Because. His girlfriend was expecting him for dinner 2 hours ago," Kwest stuck in.

"Then why didn't you just leave?" Jude asked.

"Because I actually care about this album."

"I care!"

"Apparently not." Kwest left before their fighting pissed him off himself.

"You're mad cuz you stood up your girlfriend, which means – chances are – you're not getting any tonight."

"Jude. Shut up."

"I'm right, you know it."

"No, actually you're not. You just wanna get out of here so you can fake getting off on your boyfriend." Jude stood and began grabbing her things slowly. She wasn't sure if she was tired or lazy. She didn't really care. "Jude, stop." She ignored him, grabbing her things and making a run for the door. Tommy sighed as he watched her leave through the glass doors of the studio. "Sometimes," he grumbled lowly, grabbing his back pack and stuffing in his head phones and zipping the bag closed. He threw the bag over one shoulder and turned off the soundboard. He left G Major and went over to his trusty blue Dodge Viper.

Meanwhile…

Jude entered the home she shared with her boyfriend, Luke and sighed. She left her backpack slide off her shoulders and walked into the living room. On the way, she undressed, leaving her shirt and pants in the hallway. She turned the knob of her bed room door and pushed the door open. She saw she was alone – again. Luke was in advertising and very busy. Laying in her bra and boy-shorts, on her back, she sighed staring at the ceiling. Tears fell out of the corner of her eyes. She was 19! She was legal. She could be with anyone…

Just not him.

It wasn't that she didn't love Luke, she did. But she wasn't in love with him. She was in love with Tommy.

But he had his girlfriend too…

Jen Hartley was mad. No. She was pissed off beyond belief.

3rd in a row, she'd been stood up for by none-other-than Tommy Quincy himself.

She was at home, and he was 4 hours late. She'd changed after the first two and was now watching The Real World Challenge marathon, snuggling with two men:

Ben and Jerry.

The phone hadn't rung since 8 AM this morning and it was her mother.

Jen lived on her own in a small apartment just off her collage's campus. She sighed as she stuffed another table spoon of Chunky Monkey in her mouth. The phone finally rang and she reached over to the end table, picking up the black and red V Tech house phone. The called ID read: Quincy, 555-6378. She sighed and threw the receiver on the couch next to her, letting the ring tone continue sounding. She got pissed after the 10th ring and decided to…

Yank the phone jack out of the place in the wall.

Mean while…

"The number you have reached is currently unavailable…" the operator said through the receiver on Tommy's side of the connection. He sighed, giving up and putting the receiver back on the base.

Truth be told, he was happy he missed the date with Jen. He considered it as more 'Jude-Time.'

Even if they weren't on the best of terms, nothing could change the fact that he loves her. Nothing.

Not even Luke or Jen.

Never.

He slumped back on his sofa after removing his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

An hour and a half later, Tommy got bored. He clicked off the TV and sat in an annoying silence. He picked up his cell phone and went to his contacts. Jude. Send.

Mean while…

"Hello?" a bored voice answered.

"Jude, its Tommy."

"Okay?"

"I wanna see you."

"Can't always get what you want, Tommy. Didn't we learn that the hard way?" she shot back.

"Please, Jude?"

He heard her sigh. "10 minutes." And the phone went dead.

About 10 minutes later, the doorbell at Tommy's house rang and Tommy let Jude in. They sat on the couch.

"You wanted to see me?" Jude started.

"I miss you."

"I'm sitting in front of you, Tommy."

"No." He grabbed her hand and caressed her knuckles. "I miss all of you."

"That was your fucking fault, Tommy," Jude answered, snatching her hand away from Tommy. "I knew I shouldn't have come here," she said standing from the couch. Tommy stood.

"Don't be like this, Jude."

"Don't be like this! DON'T FUCKING BE LIKE THIS!" she yelled. "I hate you," she whispered. She sighed. "What a waste." She walked to the door. Tommy stopped her from opening the door and pushed her against a wall, a hand on the wall on each side of her head.

"Excuse me?" he challenged.

"Did I stutter!" she shot back.

"Who fucked who first, Jude?"

"Don't start with that, Tommy! We both had too much champagne that night."

"I never thought it'd come to this." His hands dropped from the wall. "Tell me you don't love me."

"I don't love you," Jude answered looking away. "Your turn."

"Sorry. I'm not a liar."

"Cheaters are liars, Tommy."

"It was one time. And it was with you."

"Shut up," she whispered, tears coming down her face. "Just shut up."

"You were with Luke."

"And I hated my self for it ever since. I'm a hypocrite, Tommy."

"Never. You can't help who you fall in love with."

"I've heard that one before." She made another attempt to leave, but he pushed her back on the wall.

"Jude, I love you."

"I can not say that back. Even if it is true…I don't wanna lie, Tommy."

"Wait. You don't wanna lie?"

"No. I don't."

"Then why are you lying to me?"

"Tommy, I don't know." She looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed her lips. His arms wrapped around her waist as she kissed him back. He pulled her close. Jude's phone rang, making them break apart. "Luke," she whispered, looking at the caller ID. Tommy looked down, his heart breaking. Jude looked at him and back at her phone. Jude shut her phone off and put it in her purse, which she let fall to the floor. Tommy looked back up at Jude. She slid her hands under his shirt, pulling it off.

"Jude…"

"I can keep a secret," she said pulling him in for a kiss.