A.N.-This is the next chapter.I hope you like it! As always, thank youto everyone for reading and for the reviews. I'm having fun writing this. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own IS, the characters, or I Can't Hate You Anymore by Nick Lachey.
I woke up the next day with a slight headache. As I sat up and stretched, I remember what happened last night. My stomache gurgles and I decide I should probably eat first. As I head downstairs i make a mental To Do list.
To Do:
1. Eat
2. Kick Tommy's butt to Bolivia
I head into the kitchen and find a plate of pancakes sitting on the table. There's a note next to it. I know who it's from before I even pick it up. I'd know Tommy's messy scrawl anywhere.
Jude,
We need to talk. I had to run into town for a while.
I'll be back round noon. Let's talk then. It wasn't what
it looked like. I'm really sorry. Hope you enjoy the
pancakes.
Tommy
I crumple the note and let it fall on the table. I sit down and pull the plate towards me. Wow, these pancakes are really good. After I eat and clean up the kitchen, I shower and get dressed. I have a few hours to kill before he gets back, so I grab my guitar and start strumming. I think about the past two years, everything that's happened between between us, the pain and anger. I start playing chords, and soon I'm putting words to the music.
I Can't Hate You Anymore
An empty room can be so deafening,
The silence makes you wanna scream,
It drives you crazy.
I chased away the shadows of your name,
And burned the picture in a frame,
But it couldn't save me.
And how could we quit something we never even tried,
Well you still can't tell me why.
We built it up,
To watch it fall.
Like we meant nothing at all.
I gave and gave the best of me,
But couldn't give you what you need.
You walked away,
You stole my life,
Just to find what your looking for.
But no matter how I try,
I can't hate you anymore.
...I can't hate you anymore.
Your not the person who you used to be,
The one I want who wanted me,
And that's a shame but,
There's only so many tears that you can cry.
Before it drains the light right from your eyes,
And I can't go on that way.
And so I'm letting go of everything we were,
It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.
We built it up,
To watch it fall.
Like we meant nothing at all.
I gave and gave the best of me,
But couldn't give you what you need.
You walked away,
You stole my life,
Just to find what your looking for.
But no matter how I try,
I can't hate you anymore.
Sometimes you hold so tight,
It slips right through your hands.
Will I ever understand?
We built it up,
To watch it fall.
Like we meant nothing at all.
I gave and gave the best of me,
But couldn't give you what you need.
You walked away,
You stole my life,
Just to find what your looking for.
But no matter how I try,
I can't hate you anymore
We built it up,
To watch it fall.
Like we meant nothing at all.
I gave and gave the best of me,
But couldn't give you what you need.
You walked away,
You stole my life,
Just to find what your looking for.
But no matter how I try,
I can't hate you anymore
I stop strumming, and start writing the words in my journal. The journal he gave me. Why do I always end up thinking about him? As if on cue, I hear someone clear their throat. I look up and he's standing in the doorway. "How long have you been there?" I ask, turning my attention back to writing the song down. "Long enough. Jude, about last night-" "Save it, Quincy, I don't want to hear it." "Well I'm going to say it anways, so deal with it." Dang, he's determined. I kinda like that. No I don't! This isn't going the way I planned. "It wasn't what it looked like. She caught me off guard. I don't have any feelings for her." "Put yourself in my shoes for a minute. I'm having a hard time trusting you as it is, then I see you kissing you "ex". How do you think that made me feel? I'm trying to trust you again, but it's hard." "Jude, that kiss didn't mean anything." "Why not?" "Because I love you!" He blurts out the last part, and I can tell by the look on his face he didn't mean to say that. "Physically, I was kissing her. Mentally, I was kissing you. If that makes any sense." I take a moment to let this sink in. It makes sense to me. It's kind of overwhelming.
"So you didn't feel anything when you kissed her?" "Nothing." I'm silent for a moment, then I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with all the passion I can muster. "Did you feel anything?" I whisper when we pull apart. "Hell, yeah." He smiles. "Jude, you want to go see a movie or something? I...n-nevermind.' Mason stutters when he sees us staring at each other. "I'd love to go to a movie." I laugh, seeing the expression on his face. "What did you have in mind?" I ask, pulling away from Tommy. "I was thinking Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest. I love Johnny Depp." "Okay."
Three hours later we were headed home. We'd stopped to get something to eat after the movie, and Mason was babbling on about Johnny Depp. "So what was that thing with Tommy that I walked in on?" he asks, trying to get me to talk. "I'm not sure. I think we're alll good again." He shouts me a confused look. "You think?" "Well, I kissed him." "What?" Mason nearly spit his drink all over the car. "Mason! If you get anything on the Viper, Tommy will skin me alive." Yeah, Tommy let us take the Viper. I was a little shocked. Of course he warned me if I didn't return it unscathed, he'd hurt someone. Most likely me. "You kissed him? What kind of kiss?" "It was passionate, and uh, hot. Plus he said he loved me, well, he blurted it out." "Oh my god! This is huge! What did you say?" "Nothing, I just kind of stood there. It was pretty overwhelming." "Do you love him?" "Yeah, I do." "I knew it!" "Mason, could you shut up for a minute? Things will be awkward between us now."
We're both silent for the rest of the ride. I pull in the driveway, and the doors opens. Tommy looks like a god, standing there, illuminated by the light. He'd probably look even more like a god with his shirt off, showing what I'm sure is a well-defined six pack and stomache. Oh, god. Stop thinking like that Jude! We get out of the car, and he steps outside. I toss him the keys as he comnes over to the car and inspects it. "Your baby is fine." I say, leaning against the side of the car. I can feel the coldness of the metal through my shirt. "You'd marry this thing if it was legal, wouldn't you?" I say, attempting a disgusted look. "No." He replies, then leans over to whisper in my ear. "I'd marry you." Chills run up and down my spine, and I shiver involuntarily. I'm silent for minute, then as he starts to laugh I realize he was just trying to get me riled up. And it worked. "Oww!" He cries, as I punch his arm. "That's what you get.' I say before walking into the house, leaving him alone with his precious hunk of metal.
We'll see who's riled up after I'm done with you. I grin evilly as I head upstairs. I have a plan, and it requires Mason's help. It also requires a leather miniskirt, a corset, and heels. Oh yes, this is going to be fun.
That's chapter 8. I hope you liked it. Next chapter she reveals her plan and puts it in action. I'll try to get it up tonight or tomorrow. I'm going to have a lot of fun writing it. Don't be afraid to review, k? -Laura