A/N: Um... I had a question... Does anyone know the date of Jude's birthday? And Tommy's? If you do, could you tell me please? Thanks! On with the story!
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Few Days Later
So it was about 3 days since Tommy had told me he loved me. And things were going great…Except for this song I was working on. I had the melody down perfectly, I just couldn't get the words right. Then I stood up, pacing the studio room, trying to think. Then a pair of strong arms, wrapped around my waist, and he whispered in my ear, "What's wrong?" I leaned back into him and felt how strong he was, and then I got my inspiration. I ran back to where I was sitting before, and began to furiously write down the lyrics, and I could feel Tommy's eyes on me.
When I was done writing them, I looked up to see Tommy gone. I searched G-Major, until I found him in "The Alley." He looked up when I opened the door.
"There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you."
"Well, here I am." I noticed something was wrong, by the look in his eyes.
"Tommy, what's wrong? And don't you dare say nothing."
"I was just thinking." Uh oh. This is bad.
"About what?"
"Us." Oh, damn. "I mean, Jude, we never spend anytime together, except when we're in the studio. I mean, I would like something more." Oh, that was all. I thought it was gonna be the whole, you're only 16 (almost 17 though). And the whole, I'm your producer. I almost laughed in relief, but I didn't because I could see he was being serious.
"Ok, well, how about we go on a date, tonight?"
"Hmm…" My turn to give him my ultra-powerful puppy dog eyes, they have cracked even the toughest of people. "I hate you."
I smile. "Love you to sweetie. But right now, I have a song to record. So get off your lazy ass, and come help me." I go to walk back in to the studio, but he grabs my wrist, and pulls me back to him.
"Let's take a five minute break." And then he kisses me. It was passionate, and I melted. I moaned a bit when he lightly bit on my lower lip, and when his tongue hit mine. We kissed for few precious minutes, and then went back to the studio to record. I sat on the stool on front of the mic, and waited for the thumbs up sign. When I saw it I began to sing, and play the tune.
I never really liked waiting,
I seemed to always find myself wishing,
Wishing that someone would see,
The real me…
Cuz I'm not that strong,
I'm not that tough,
I used to always run away,
When things got rough,
Cuz I'm not that calm,
I'm freaking out,
Confused on what this is,
All about…
Cuz every time your eyes meet mine,
I feel alive,
And every time my eyes meet your,
I always see locks and closed doors,
You have closed the door,
And I have dried up on the shore,
But then the door opens,
As my love for you deepens…
Cuz I'm not that strong,
I'm not that tough,
I used to always run away,
When things got rough,
Cuz I'm not that calm,
I'm freaking out,
Confused on what this is,
All about…
I need you to be strong,
I need you to teach me right from wrong,
I need you to love me,
So I can learn what love means,
I need you to be intelligent,
Cuz I know we both know what that kiss had meant…
Cuz I'm not that strong,
I'm not that tough,
I used to always run away,
When things got rough,
Cuz I'm not that calm,
I'm freaking out,
Confused on what this is,
All about…
Can't you see,
The real me,
The one that needs to be,
Set free…
Cuz I've been locked up all this time,
Trapped inside my own mind,
And I every time I see,
I only see your eyes looking back at me…
Cuz I'm not that strong,
I'm not that tough,
I used to always run away,
When things got rough,
Cuz I'm not that calm,
I'm freaking out,
Confused on what this is,
All about…
What this is all about…
'Jude…' He thought. "What's wrong Jude? I know something's wrong."
Damn, he can read me really well. "Nothing's wrong, I'm just a bit down lately. I haven't seen my Dad in a while." He seemed to take that. Then he came in, and we walked into the lounge. He sat down, and I had my head in his lap. His fingers were running through my hair, and I dozed off. With dreams of blood, and death, I didn't have a very fitful sleep. I woke up to see Tommy had dozed off too, and I gently removed my head from his lap, and wrote a note, for him to come and get me at 7, for our date. I walked home.
I opened the door, and yelled out to see if someone was home. No one was. This was my chance. I walked into the kitchen, and grabbed one of the knives, I rolled up my shirt sleeve, and was about to press the knife down, when the door bell rings. I curse for a second, then put the knife away, and cover my scars. I opened the door to see…
A/N: Should I finish? Hmm… I feel like being evil today… Okie, this is the end of the chapter for now… I'll work on the next one, and expect it today or tomorrow. The next chapters after that might be late, cuz I start school up again on Monday… Damn school… But anyhoo… Here you go! CLIFFIE! He he he… Review too, please.
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