Something New - Part 8Title:
I'll Follow the SunRating:
Jude and Lucy talk, and Jude reacts to itAuthor's Note:
If I make it to ten of these, I deserve a prize. I have a midterm tomorrow, but I had to write this, because I hate the last one I wrote, so I had to write another.Story Index
"There's nothing to eat in this house."
"That's not true."
"Yes it is. We have... apples... and that's it."
"I love apples!"
"I hate apples."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
Jude picks up an apple from the table and bites into it. "Mmm."
Jude walks over to where Max is standing, rustling through the fridge, and kisses him on the mouth. Max shuts the door with his foot and wraps his arms around Jude. "Mmmm."
"Told you you like apples."
"Yeah, whatever. I tolerate
them. For you."
"I'm so lucky."
"You are." He bites Jude's ear.
The door opens as Jude moans. Lucy. Max and Jude break apart hastily.
"Hey," says Lucy, awkwardly. "Um. I just gotta get some stuff from my room... sorry for interrupting."
"Shit," mutters Jude, resting his head in his hands. "Shit." Max rests his hand on Jude's shoulder comfortingly, but Jude just shrugs it off. "Don't," he says, and goes to follow Lucy.
Lucy is putting her clothes in a bag. "Hey," says Jude, uncertainly. It's weird to feel this way around Lucy, but he can't help it.
"Oh, hey," says Lucy, not looking at him.
Jude looks at the floor. "I'm sorry."
"Fuck, this isn't going to be easy, is it? Umm... for being a complete and utter wanker to you. For leaving you for your brother. For not being more straightforward about it. And... for hurting you. I swear I didn't mean to."
"I just want to know one thing though." Her voice is uncertain and entirely unlike her.
"Was it... was it my fault?"
"What?" Jude blinks.
"I mean... is there something I should've done differently? Something Max can give you that I can't? What was it, Jude? What made you pick Max over me?"
"Um... I don't know?"
"That was a stupid question, I'm sorry."
"No, it wasn't. I just don't know how to answer it. I guess it's just... things are really fucked up out there... all over the place, really. And when I'm with Max, everything just feels right. Everything
. And I love him." He rubs the back of his neck. "I, um... I hope, though, that we can still be friends. I really do care about you, Luce, I swear."
She nods. "Thanks, Jude."
"Right. So I'll just go now." He walks out the door and feels like a complete shit. He goes over to the room he's designated as his studio, intending to release his frustrations through art, when he looks around and realizes that Max is gone.
He looks through every room, but Max has left the apartment. Jude stops to think of where Max might've gone, and he has a million different ideas - so he starts with his first one.
He makes his way onto the roof, hoping Max will be up there, because New York City is huge. He opens the door and sees the figure standing near the ledge, practically a silhouette. Max. Jude walks over and stands next to him.
"Hey," says Max, who, like his sister, doesn't look at Jude.
"Hey." They stand next to each other, silently watching the sun set over New York.
"If you're going to do it, just be quick, okay?"
"No, I don't know, Max. So please just fucking tell me, okay? Is that so hard?"
Max looks as though he's been slapped and Jude instantly regrets his words. He closes his eyes and reaches out for Max. "I'm sorry. That... I had no reason to lash out at you just then."
Jude looks at Max, emotions flickering across his face. "Who am I to say that I'm not? What gives me that right? The worst thing that ever happened to me was getting deported. I haven't fought in any wars, I don't even have a job, and I just hurt-- well let's see... just then, Lucy. And I've hurt you, and Molly, and my Mum. Dammit!" He walks over to the ledge and thrusts out his arms. For the first time in what feels like forever, he feels himself get choked up - goddammit, he's going to cry. He looks down at the street below, and has the most fleeting idea of falling down.
And then Max has him, Max has grabbed him and is hugging him, and he can feel himself shaking. "I'm-- I'm fine," he mutters, but Max doesn't listen, just hugs him more tightly and doesn't let him go. He's falling apart, he's sure of it, finally, after all these months. After everything, after being deported and seeing Max go to Vietnam and everything else, he's finally letting it out. He's shaking and choking and sobbing and he's a complete mess, he knows it, but Max just holds him tight, saying nothing.
Jude takes deep breaths to steady himself. "I'm sorry," he whispers, feeling embarrassed. "God, I really panicked just then, didn't I?"
"An action which I could not relate to at all, I assure you."
Jude rests his forehead against Max's. "Thank you."
worried that you were going to leave me. You're not... are you?"
"You don't really think that, do you? Please don't..."
Max shakes his head, and kisses Jude softly. "Not anymore. Don't worry about it, okay?"
Jude nods, feeling completely and utterly exhausted.
Max rubs his back. "It's okay, Judey. It's all okay."
"You're good at this."
"I learned from the best."
Jude kisses him firmly on the mouth. "I love you."
Max smiles and leads him over to the ratty couch that lives on the roof. He lays down, and Jude lays against his chest, settled between his legs. "Mind if we just stay here for a while? Except..." He glances at the clouds in the distance. "It may rain."
"It may," agrees Max, tracing his hand up and down Jude's chest. They look over at the sunset, at the colors streaked across the sky. Jude has no idea what's happening anywhere else in the world - only that things are perfect, right here on the roof on the ratty couch with the sunset and Max and - and it feels just right.