A/N: Hello everyone! I come with another fic. I know that I probably shouldn't have started one but I just couldn't help myself. The plot came into my head and it wouldn't leave until something was done about it. So, I wrote the first chapter and I'm going to start working on the second one in a bit. But here is some background information first.
-This is an AU fic set about seven years in the future. Jude is 24 and Tommy is 30. The pair dated briefly and they had their own apartment together but Tommy ended it after a few months.
-Jude didn't want to end their relationship but knew that it was soon coming to an end based on their behavior towards one another. She doesn't know what Tommy's reason was for breaking it off but all she knows is that she loves Tommy and wished things were different.
-Each chapter will alternate between POV's. The first chapter is in Jude's POV then the second one will be in Tommy's.
-The rest of the characters will filter into the story when needed but this story will be heavy on the Jommy.
Okay, with that said, here is the first chapter to 'I Just Can't Live A Lie.'
We were sitting in our apartment when he dropped the bomb, "I think we should see other people." My coffee mug fell to the floor and shattered into tiny pieces mirroring my hearts actions.
"W-What?" I stammered. My facial expression and my actions both showed that I was surprised but it was a facade. In truth, I knew that it would soon happen; we hadn't been on decent ground for a while now. Our music wasn't the same and a rift had risen between us. But I couldn't let him know that, so I kept up my false front and let him continue.
"I don't think this is going anywhere, Jude. I'm sorry."
Before I knew it, I was watching Tommy's back as he left our apartment. I may have known it was coming, but it still didn't stop the hurt or the pain I felt. It may have been over for him, but it wasn't over for me. I'd never be able to actually stop loving him, it's impossible. And I know he feels the same way, but for some reason he'd rather run from it than let it blossom.
I sat down at the nook in the kitchen and placed my head in my hands. Eventually, the tears escaped my eyes and sobs soon shook my body. Nothing, that's what I felt, nothing. And that's also what I heard. Almost instantaneously, the happy memories we shared flooded my thought's. All of the stolen kisses in the studio, the discreet hand holding underneath the conference table, every tender moment we cuddled up on the couch to a night time movie and every dream I had of him replayed themselves in my head until they knocked me into a slumber at the nook.
"Jude?"
I knew it was him calling my name, there's no denying who that voice belongs to.
"Jude, are you still here?"
I looked up at him with puffy eyes and watched as his face saddened briefly before turning rock solid again. "If you're finished sulking then I think you should get into that booth and record."
I shook my head in disbelief at his tone; emotionless and stern. Never has Tommy used that tone with me, not once. Yes, he would grow angry at me for screwing up a line in a song but he would never yell at me or put me down. Why the sudden change?
Ever since the break-up one week ago today, nothing but hurtful words and harsh tones are all that we exchange.
I wiped my eyes and stood up from my chair. I gave him one last disbelieving look before opening the door to the sound booth. I found my stool set up in the middle of the room and took my seat, journal in tow. I placed it on the stand and waited for the music to fill the headphones before starting my song. Hopefully, it will tell Mr. Quincy that I'm not screwing around anymore. Hopefully, it will show him how much I could never stop loving him, no matter how much of an ass he tries to be, it won't happen. I opened my mouth and the song soon followed...
Lately nothing I do ever seems to please you
And maybe turning my back would be that much easier
Cause hurtful words are all that we exchange
But I can't watch you walk away
I couldn't look at him while I sang, as much as I wanted to I couldn't. I couldn't watch him look at me with hurtful eyes.
As I started the next verse, I choked on a sob. Unfortunately, I hadn't sucked it up as well as I thought. The music stopped playing in my headphones and instead Tommy's voice replaced them.
"Care to explain what that was?"
"No," I replied rather harshly. I still hadn't summed up the courage to look at him, it was impossible at this point.
"Then go home. If you can't give your work all of your focus then go home, we'll pick this up again tomorrow."
I sniffed slightly and removed my headphones from my ears before placing them back on the stand. I retrieved my journal and slowly walked out of the booth and into the main part of the studio. As I gathered my belongings, I felt Tommy's eyes on me but I kept my back to him. If he wasn't going to be nice and pleasant with me, then I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of watching me cry over him again.
Once my trusty backpack was loaded up, I scurried out of the studio and ran the rest of the way out of G Major with just one thought on my mind...What the hell happend?
A/N2: So, what do you think of it so far? Like it? Love it? Totally suck?
