Important A/N- Okay i used the song 'Unsaid' by The Fray in this chapter. It's an American band, not very well known, and I'm not sure if you guys in Canada ever heard of 'em. Anyway, It's what I named the story after (obviously), and is an awesome song. I suggest you all buy it off Itunes or listen to the little snippet on (I'd say download it but I don't want to get sued for promoting illegal music swapping, hehe) just so you can get an idea on how the song goes

Disclaimer: I don't own the lyrics or music to 'Unsaid' by The Fray and are no way tied to them. It's only used for entertainment purposes Thank you :)

Tommy stopped playing and looked up at Jude.

"Tommy." She said, surprised to see him at the studio at this time of night.

Tommy took the guitar off and set it down next to him. "Ah, Jude..." He was just as surprised as she was. Georgia gave him back his key this morning and he needed somewhere to go and think.

"How'd you get in?" They asked each other simultaneously. They each held out their identical keys and shared a chuckle.

"Guess we both had the same idea, huh?" Jude commented softly.

"Yeah." Tommy answered, shoving his hands in his pockets. "How are you?" He asked, tilting his head in concern. She didn't seem as mad at him as she previously did, so he took it as a good sign.

"Okay," She began. When Tommy sent her a doubtful look, she told the truth. "I've been better.." She trailed off.

Tommy wanted to say he was sorry, but it was becoming redundant. "You still hate me?" He asked, point blank.

She laughed lightly. "Not as much. I've calmed down a little, and realized not everything was entirely your fault, some but not entirely. I played the big part in what happened with Chris."

"He's a jerk." Tommy swore out. "He doesn't deserve-"

"Got you good, huh?" She cut him off, gesturing to his cheek which was becoming a swirl of red, blue, and black. Jude walked over and touched it lightly. "Does it hurt?" She whispered, looking him in the face.

"No." He managed to get out, lost in her eyes. Nothing hurt when Jude touched him.

Suddenly realizing how close they were, Jude backed away and cleared her throat. What was she doing? She should be mad at him, she should be shouting at him, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to do it. She chalked it up to exhaustion and decided she'd leave questions and accusations for the morning. For now she just wanted to be in Tommy's company and remember what it's like to hang out with him.

Tommy continued to stare at her. He should be explaining everything to her. He should be telling her why he really left, how much he regretted ruining her night, how he was crazy about her, but he couldn't do it. He'd explain it all tomorrow. Right now all he wanted was to be with Jude, no complications.

"So, ah, what were you playing?" Jude asked, clearing Tommy's mind.

"Hm, nothing really, just things I had rolling around in my head." He answered her as she nodded her head and slid back into a nearby wooden stool.

"Have you played lately? While you were away?" She asked politely, trying to make conversation. "Did you write-"

"I never gave you your birthday gift." He blurted out, cutting her off.

She raised an eyebrow at his sudden outburst. "Okay," She held out her hands and closed her eyes. "What is it?"

He shoved her hands away gently. "You can't hold it, only hear it." Her eyes flew up at this.

"You wrote me a song?" She asked, obviously touched.

"Yeah, it's no big deal. " He said, feeling a little embarrassed.

Jude looked at him thoughtfully. "Yeah it is. I don't think anyone wrote a song for me." She smiled lightly at him. "Play it." She demanded.

"Right now?" He asked, suddenly cursing himself for ever bringing it up.

"No, next year." She gave him a look. "Yes, right now."

Feeling something it only seemed he felt around Jude, he nervously picked up the guitar and sat down in the wooden chair. Jude got up and scooted her seat so she was directly across from Tommy.

'Okay,' He thought silently. 'Here goes nothing.'

"Not that you're the one, Not to say I'm right" Tommy began, strumming his guitar. "Not to say today, and not to say a thing, tonight."

"Suffice it to say, we're leaving things unsaid. We sing ourselves to sleep watching the daylight lie down instead."

Tommy closed his eyes as he sang the chorus. "Mmm, and we are leaving some things unsaid." He sang, stressing 'unsaid' slightly. "And we are breathing deeper instead."

"We're both pretty sure, Neither one can tell, We seem difficult, but what we got is hard as hell." He smiled as he opened his eyes.

"A hundred thousand words could not quite explain, so I walk you to your door and we can talk it out," He looked at Jude as he sang the next part. "in the rain." Jude blushed a little, remembering her sweet 16.

"Ohh, and we are leaving some things unsaid, and we are breathing deeper instead." He started to strum a little more forcefully. "And we are leaving some things unsaid.." He trailed off, looking down, at his guitar as he broke into the next part. "I can sing myself to sleep, no more, no more." He shifted in his seat a little as he went back to he first verse.

"Not that you're the one, not to say I'm right, not to say today, and not a thing, tonight." He murmured the last word as he played a few more chords, then looked up at Jude, expectantly.

Jude sat there, blown away. "Wow," She said feeling her throat close a little with emotion. "That was-amazing." She breathed the last word out. Her eyes welled up a little as she looked away hoping that Tommy didn't notice. This night was more than she was capable of handling.

Tommy instantly noticed and got up without a word, placing his guitar on the stool. He came to her and held her face in his hands and brushed one of her tears that escaped with his thumb. "Oh, Jude..." He began as he tucked a stray piece of red hair behind her ear. He inched closer, closing his eyes...

"No, Tommy I can't" Jude said frantically pushing him away. "I'm sorry, I can't do this tonight." She grabbed her bag off the counter. She looked back at him, sadly."I'm sorry" She said, then turned around again and ran out of room and out of G Major.

Tommy exhaled as he walked a little, agitated. "Damnit!" he yelled as he sent the guitar on the stool flying with one quick swoof of his hand. "Damnit." He muttered this time as he sank into the chair, putting his hands over his face.