This is the last chapter. sniff But fear not! I've already started writiing the sequel in my head, so there will most likely be one. I hope you like it, and I hope you've enjoyed the story. You guys are wonderful, your reviews make my day. I have some ideas for other stories, one of which I've started writing. I don't know yet if I'll post it. The song is "Something More" by Aly and Aj.
Disclaimer: Nothing's changed. I don't own IS or the song.
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I didn't know what was in store
When I walked right through the door
Then I saw you over there
Our blue eyes locked in a stare
"Jude, time to get up. We have to get to the airport." "Uhh." I groaned. "Five more minutes." I refused to open my eyes. "No, now. You can sleep on the plane." Maybe if I keep my eyes shut, he'll go away. Nope. "Ah! Thomas Quincy, what are you doing? Put me down!" I yelled as I was lifted up onto strong shoulders and carried upstairs. "You wouldn't get up, so I got you up myself." He replied setting my down on the bed and handing me my suitcase. "Pack. Quickly." "What about breakfast?" I whine. "We'll get someting on the way." "You mean?" "Yes, you can eat in the viper. But if you spill anything, I'll spill you. Got it?" "Yes! Now let me pack." I push him out of the room. I quickly stuffed my belongings into the suitcase. How is it that when you leave a place, you end up leaving with more than you originally brought? I got the suitcse closed, grabbed my guitar, and was downsatirs in 15 minutes. "Ready." I pant, trying to catch my breath. "I'll take your things out to the car while you say goodbye to everyone." I nod, and turn to his mother, who's holding a paper bag. "I made you some cookies, and here is the name and adress of my friend in Toronto. She will make you all the French pastries you can eat." She handed me the bag and piece of paper and hugged me tight. "Mother, you're suffocating her." "I'm sorry, I'm just going to miss her. I've come to think of her as ma fille." I hug her one more time. "Thank you, so much. For everything. You've been so good to me." "Si vous êtes jamais en France, ou vous avez besoin jamais de n'importe quoi, je suis ici. Vous garderez le moi de mon garçon de devenir trop grand, pas vous?" I looked to Tommy for a translation. I'd learned some French here, but not that much. "She said, If you're ever in France, or you ever need anything, I'm here. You'll keep my boy's ego from getting too big, won't you?" "Merci, et oui." I had to laugh at that last part. "Bye!" I waved as I got into the car after saying goodbye to his father and Lucy.
I didn't know quite what to say
Sometimes words get in the way and
As I watched Paris get smaller and smaller below me, I thought about everything that had happened over the last two weeks. The confessions, the emotions, the kiss. I remembered the things Tommy told me, and the things I told him.
Flashback
"I wrote this after your 16th birthday. I realized how much I love you and I was frustrated because I couldn't be with you. I was tired of everyone saying you were too young. I don't care how old you are, I just want to be with you. We have something special, and I'm a little afraid that we might lose it if we have to wait. It's so frustrating, not being able to be with the person I love more than life itself."
I remember the night you said
Let's go for a ride I didn't want the night to end
Would we be more than friends?
Yet little did I know before
We would be something more
I remembered the night we went riding, and the words that came out of our mouths. That was one of the best nights of my life. As I recall the memories, inspiration strikes. I take out my journal and write.
"Jude, please don't give up on us. I love you, and I can't bear to lose you. I'll do anything for you, you know that. I just know we were meant to be. Every night I dream about you, about marrying you, having kids together. I can't see myself with anyone but you. I won't break your heart again, I promise. I love you."
"If you still want to, maybe we can try to have a relationship when I turn 18. Until then, can things just go back to the way they were before you left? I'm not sure if can trust you yet, but I'll try."
In black and white I read the screen
Of all your lines and in between and
Then your message on the phone
I saved to hear when I'm all alone
I'll miss Paris. It's absolutely beautiful. Now I know why Sadie came to Europe. These last two weeks have gone by fast. and while I loved France, there's just no place like home. I have some stories for Sadie, all right. One lesson I learned, high heels and dancing do not mix.
He leads me to the dance floor, and I wrap my arms around his neck as he puts his hands on my waist. We dance in silence for a few moments, our eyes locked. I don't want to ruin the moment, but I have to ask a question. "Why are you here Tommy?" I ask, looking straight into his eyes. "I read your note, and while I wanted to be mad, I couldn't. I wanted to ask who your hot French guy is." "You know exactly who he's is." "Just wanted to make sure." I'm probably going to regret his, but here goes nothing. I lean in and kiss him, and I swear time stopped. His hands moved to my face, cupping it gently. I'd moved one of my hands to his hair, running my fingers through it.
That kiss? Hot. Tommy? Hotter. Tommy with nothing but a towel on? Hottest. Oh yes, I could get used to seeing that on a daily basis.
And now I know just what to say
This doesn't happen every day, and
"I love you too."
"I didn't say it back before because you took my by surpise, but I'm saying it now. I love you, too."
Four words that can change everything. Saying it to Shay, or Jamie, or Speed jsut didn't feel right. But saying it to Tommy felt like the most natural thing in the world. Chemistry is like ours doesn't happen everyday.
I remember the night you said
Let's go for a ride I didn't want the night to end
Would we be more than friends?
Yet little did I know before
We would be something more
"Jude." Mason poked my back. "What?" I ask, turning to look at him. "Stop writing long enough to look out the window. We're home." He points out the window, where Canada is slowly getting bigger. "There's probably going to be a party for you, girl." "Why?" I ask, looking at Tommy confused. "Darius will use any excuse to throw a party. And he'll probably ask you to start writing right away." "Luckily, I have a few songs written, so if there is a party, I'm going to enjoy it." The seatbelt light comes on, and I fasten it as the plane starts to descend.
Something more
Something more
Na na na na
Na na na na
Yeah
As we step off the plane, we're greeted by a dozen or so voices shouting "Welcome home!" "Hey guys!" I hug everyone, and answer, "How was it?" 20 times. "Guys, next time you welcome me home, don't scream in my ears, okay?" My ears have stopped ringing, thankfully. I might, however, be temporarily deaf. I have to admit, it's good to be home.
We would be something more
Something more (Na na na na)
Something more (Na na na na)
Yeah
As Tommy predicted, there was a party. And, in true Darius fashion, I got hardly anytime to catch up with Sadie and my friends. My Favorite part was after I thanked everyond for coming.
Flashback
"I'd just like to say a few things. First of all, thank you guys for coming to welcome me home. I'd also like to thank Darius, for allowing me to take time off of work to go to France. You're great, D. But I'm sure you already know that. I'd also like to thank my best friend and producer, Tom Quincy, for taking me with him. And for puting up with me all day in the studio. I know I can be stubborn. But so can you. Anyways, thanks for everything you've done for me ove rthe last two years. Lastly, I'd like to thank my dad for letting me go. Thanks, dad, I love you. Thank you all, again. Have a great time."
I turned to walk off the stage, and run into Tommy. Mm, he smells good. I mean, he...uh...looks good. That's not much better. He steadies me as I finish my mental rant. Before I can apologize, he crashes his lips onto mine. Trying to think about aomething other than the fact that is a great kisser. Not working. What the heck, I'm screwed anyways. I deepen the kiss, and I can taste the flavor of his gum. Minty fresh. He pulls away, and I'm kind of disappointed. Great, Darius looks like he's going to strangle someone. Probably me. Although Tom started it. "What are we going to do?" I whisper, panic evident in my voice. "I'll take care of him." he whispered back. This is going to be a long night...
I know we're both young
But we know what we feel
Know what we feel
We know what is false
And we know what is real
(Know what is real)
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The End
C'est finit.