Thanks to those of you who have replied, it means a lot to me that you guys like my writing. Here is chapter two and this one is in Tommy's POV. For the third chapter I'm thinking of writing it in both Jude and Tommy's POV's but I'm still working on it.

But on a personal level, I'm in the process of moving and I think we are going to the new house in about a week and a half so I'm not sure when I'll be able to update this again. Hopefully I'll be able to get chapter three up for you but after that I won't be updating for quite some time. I'll try my best to get on the computer as much as I can but I don't foresee my computer time being frequent. But who knows, maybe I'll get my own computer and I can use it whenever I want. Atleast that's what I'm pulling for.

Anywho, here is chapter two for this story. I also have one completed story up on this site entitled 'Dreaming of You' in case any of you want to read it...

Once I heard the door to the studio slam I felt my heart sink. I really screwed up this time. No matter how much I try, I always seem to hurt her. I started to rub my temples in hopes that it was cease this huge migrane but unfortunately it was no luck. The pounding was loud and constant, I could feel the pressure in my fingertips.

I sighed heavily and then stood up from my chair. Of course, I started to think about her, I always think about her. More so because we're no longer together, again, my fault. Strike two for Tommy. The more I think about my reason for bailing the more I realize how much of a coward I am. It may be a family related reason but my cowardness still shown through and I fled, just like he did. And now I'm becoming the exact same thing my mother always told me I would: my father.

Suddenly, the door to the studio swung open and Kwest walked in. Usually I'd be happy to see my friend but today I'm not. For today he comes to discuss the reason why Jude ran out of here. And I'll have to tell him what he already knows: a stupid idiot made her cry...again and basically in nicer words, told her to get out of my face. When I think about it, I realize that I didn't and I don't want her out of my face. I would love to have her in my face, yelling and screaming at me right now because that's the only type of communication we've had lately. And that's something that I would die for right now. I know I broke her heart for the billionth time since I've known her but I'd much rather enjoy her screaming at me than having no contact with me at all.

Kwest, not to be forgotten about, cleared his throat and made me stop thinking about how much of a jackass I have been. "Can I help you?" Great, now I'm talking to him almost as shitty as I have Jude.

"Excuse you? I came in here because I thought you'd might like to talk about what just happend. I came in here because I'm your friend so don't give me an attitude Tom because I'll walk back out and let you sulk for the rest of the day, I really don't care anymore." Alas, the rough-edged Kwest you rarely ever see but grow to love when you do has made an appearance. This may not make much sense but I like it when Kwest is angry, he gives the best advice when hes pissed.

I sighed once again and waved my hand, ushering him inside. He shut the door and stood in front of me. "Now, would you like to talk like men or would you rather belly-ache like a woman and cry about how bad you screwed up this time?"

Without thinking, I let out the thought I didn't intend on telling him. "I don't believe I actually did it; I don't believe I actually broke it off with her." I didn't look at him as I confessed this. I couldn't let him know that I didn't mean to say what I did. So instead, I stared at a small coffee stain on the carpet, a stain that Jude had made when I tried to grab for her coffee one morning.

"Tommy!" she squealed as I plopped down on the couch beside her. She leaned slightly as the couch dipped due to my added weight. She knew my intention was to grab for her coffee and that's why she tried to stand up; but I wasn't going to let her.

"Come'ere," I said as I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my lap. It was then she dropped her coffee mug and spilled the remaining contents onto the gray colored carpet.

"Look at what you did!" She pretended to be afraid of the consequences for spilling the coffee but the smile on her face said otherwise. I scooped her into my arms like you would a baby and stood from the couch, spinning her around in the air before plopping back down onto the couch. I looked down at her happy face and couldn't fight the urge to kiss her. My face turned soft, as did hers, and I placed a loving kiss onto her lips.

I subconsiously started to bring my hand to my lips as I could still feel her plump beauties on mine, but Kwest smacking my hand out of the way brought me back to reality.

"Hey! What the hell was that for?"

"I came in here to help you, not to watch you float in and out of memories." He shook his head and took a seat in one of the three swivel chairs. He looked up at me signaling that he wanted me to copy his actions. So, I kicked myself off of the wall and sat down next to him. I noticed the third chair was empty; it was Jude's chair. Almost immediately after realizing who the chair belonged too, I was about to fall into an ocean of memories, just involving us in our chairs. But Kwest was there to stop me.

"So, tell me Tom, exactly how bad do you feel right now?"

"On a scale of one to ten...twenty." I sighed for the third time since Jude's departure and continued. "The more I think about my reason for breaking up with her, the more I realize how much of a coward I am."

"I could've told you that one."

"Kwest!" I snapped. I honestly didn't mean to yell at him but that burst of anger just struck me at the wrong time. "Stop it okay? I know I screwed up so I don't need you to remind me of the fact."

All fell silent in the studio for a few moments before Kwest started his interrogation again.

"So, what made you do it this time?"

I thought about how to respond to that. I could go with either a: telling him the truth or b: telling him the answer he was expecting. After a short deliberation period, I went with my first instinct.

"I fell too hard and too quick for Jude. Once the slightest bit of fear crept in, I bailed not wanting to try and get past it." I made sure my voice was soft and my expressions sad in order to try and convince him that was the truth.

But just like always, he knew it was a lie. "Now that you have that lie out of your system, care to tell me the truth?" Damn it! I could've sworn I sounded completely sincere.

"That is the truth." I lied, but before he had the chance to challenge me on it, I continued with the partial truth. "I knew that if I stayed with Jude, things would turn out exactly how I wanted it. I knew that we would get married and start a family but the problem was that I couldn't start a family with someone when my own family was falling apart."

Kwest stared at me a moment not quite sure what to make of my statement. I didn't know what he was going to say next but I was bracing myself for the worst.

"Tom, you and I both know your family has been falling apart for years now so why worry so much about the outcome now when you haven't worried in almost fifteen years?"

I knew he was going to come back at me with that. That's one of the major problems with having childhood friends, they know you inside and out so there is no escaping your problems when your closest friends know about them.

I opened my mouth to reply but I wouldn't let the truth escape me. "I can't tell you Kwest. Atleast not right now." He shook his head in response and I left him with one final comment. "If and when I do decide to tell anyone the truth, Jude will be first. She deserves that much." I stood from my chair and exited the studio quickly before Kwest would have the chance to stop me.

As I made my way to my car, one thought crossed my mind. I know that I love Jude and I know that she loves me. But me breaking it off is so much easier than it is to make her get involved with the messy life I lead. She doesn't know this but I did this for her...atleast thats what I keep telling myself.