Disclaimer: I don't own Instant Star.

This is my new story. I'm really hoping it gets the love that Letters got. Thank you all for everything.

Tommy opened the door to his apartment and walked in, looking around. Even after five months, everything seemed the same. He set his bag down and rubbed his eyes wearily. Had he been more alert, he might have noticed certain oddities, like the women's leather jacket draped casually over a char, or the purse on the counter, or the oh-so-familiar boots lying haphazardly by the door. Later he would come back and not understand how he could have missed these things. Closing the door, he set off down the hall to his room. Still not really alert, he failed to notice that the bathroom light was on.

When he opened the door to his bedroom, he finally noticed the oddest thing. There was someone in his bed. A someone with blonde, messy hair that he would know anywhere. A someone with blue eyes that he knew like the back of his hand.

"Jude?" he said, disbelievingly. She looked at him in shock. When she threw back the covers, he noticed that she was wearing one of his t-shirts. When she stepped onto the carpet, he noticed that a pair of his sweats rode low on her hips. When she reached him, she ran her hand gently over his face, testing to make sure he was real.

"Oh, god, you're ok." She whispered, a lone tear falling to her cheek. Her hand traced the lines of his face.

"Of course I am…." SMACK. He was cut off as she slapped him across the cheek. Hard.

"What was that for?" he said, angry now.

"Where the hell have you been?" she asked, starting to hit him on the chest. "Where have you been?" She kept hitting him, sobbing out his name. When her knees collapsed, he caught her half way to the ground, and sat there, holding her while she sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Jude, I'm so sorry." He repeated, rubbing her back. He had thought of her every day, without fail, but now, for the first time, he realized how much he really hurt her when he left.

Some time later, when she had finally calmed down, he was still holding her. Abruptly standing, he carried her to the bed and crawled in on the other side. Jude turned to face him, fresh tears falling down her face.

"Why'd you go?" she questioned quietly. He wiped away her tears, and stroked her hair.

"We'll talk in the morning." He said, his drowsiness catching up with him. His eyes closed slowly, but not before he realized that she had sprayed every pillow with his cologne.

"We will talk, Tommy." Jude said, just before she fell asleep.