"And what if I can't?"

"Then you'll never be able to escape what's happened. Jamie will always rule your life."

The buzzer then went off on the oven. Tommy ignored it at first, but Jude nudged him to get up. He sighed and stood up, pulling Jude along with him.

They ate in silence. Even though Tommy's cooking was her favorite, Jude picked carelessly at the small piece of pizza on her plate.

He finished eating and began to clear the table off and started to clean up. Jude scraped the leftover food on her plate, into the garbage and walked towards her room.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to bed," she announced.

"It's only 6:30 Jude."

"I know. It's just, it's been a long day."

"Okay...night."

"Goodnight Tommy."

The next morning Jude awoke with a pounding headache. She slowly made her way to the kitchen, but stopped once she saw Tommy, his back turned to her. She leaned on the doorway and watched him make his morning coffee in only a pair of pajama pants. She could remember their break-up and relationship as if it had happened yesterday.

At exactly 12:01, on her 18th birthday, Tommy had knocked on her door. Victoria and Sadie were at some mother/daughter retreat, and she was left alone on her birthday. It didn't matter much to her anyway though. She had been putting full days in at the studio and came home, just to sleep. When she heard the knock at the door she had almost been asleep on the couch. She moaned, pulled herself off the couch, and drowsily walked to the door. There stood Tommy, holding eighteen various colored roses.

He started handing her roses. "The four orange roses are for the four years we've worked together. The three white roses are for the three kisses we've shared. The two blue ones are for your two platinum albums. The two pink ones are for the two tours I've went with you. The six baby pink ones are for the past and the one red one is for the future."

Every word was burned into her mind. She remembered Tommy lightly kissing her lips and smiling at her. She knew then that she finally meant everything to him. They dated for three months before he asked Jude to move in with him and everything was perfect. Almost too perfect. Jude remembered how scared she felt when he murmured the words "I love you," for the first time. She trembled and when she should have felt safe, she felt scared. She backed away, and became cold and distant towards Tommy. It ended up breaking them up. Jude Harrison's problems with committment ruined their relationship. Two years after they had broken apart, Jamie had asked her to marry him.

"Morning," Tommy said, turning around.

Jude jumped at the sound of his voice. She had been so intent about the past, she had forgetten where she was. "Hey."

"I didn't mean to scare you," he said as he took a sip from his coffee cup.

"You didn't. I just wasn't paying attention."

"Coffee?"

"Yeah." She watched him walk over to the cupboard and grab a glass. She became aware of how his taut back muscles stretched over his frame as he moved.

"Andrews are you staring at me?" Tommy teased as he turned around.

"It's not Andrews, it's Harrison."

He turned back around and muttered under his breath, "I wish it was Quincy."

"What was that?"

"I uh, I wish you were singing," he said, mentally slapping himself for the lame reply.

"Okay. Everyone, Tom Quincy has officially gone mental," she announced to the imaginary audience.

Tommy laughed and handed her the coffee. "Feel like going to the studio today?"

"To be honest, not really."

"Well I have to go to work in approxamitely," he looked down at his watch, "one hour. Will you be okay here?"

"Yeah. I'll call Sadie or Kat and see if they want to come over. Sadie took a few weeks off of work since she's been so sick because of the baby."

"Baby?"

"Kwest didn't tell you?"

Tommy shook his head.

"Sadie's six weeks pregnant."

"Wow. That's great," he said, sounding a bit more bitter than he meant to.

"What's wrong/"

"Nothing.I hve to go take a shower and get dressed. There's cereal in the cupboard, eggs in the fridge if you want something to eat. Whatever you want, go for it. There's even some left over pizza," Tommy said, remembering her love of cold pizza.

"Thanks," she said, already opening the fridge and grabbing the wrapped up pizza. She picked a piece up, took a huge bite out of it, and moaned.

"Whish you would have ate more last night don't you?"

She shook her head. "No, because then I wouldn't be able to eat it now."

Tommy laughed and made his way to the bathroom.