TONY'S POV

Waking up, my nose wast instantly met by the calming scent of Julie (her favourite raspberry shampoo, her perfume) and the warmth of her body against mine. I let my fingers trace patterns up the side of her body, underneath her pajama top. I didn't intend to wake her, I just missed the skin I'd grown so accustom to touching.

'That tickles,' she whispered before rolling over. I lay flat so that she was able to roll right over, which resulted in her lying half on me. She had one had on the other side of my body, one leg in between mine and she was three quarters of the way over, close to laying on her stomach.

'Good sleep?' I asked.

'Mhmm. You sleep talk, did you know that?'

'Sorry, did I keep you up? I didn't know.'

'No, it was just cute.' She smiled, placing a light kiss on my cheek.

JULIE'S POV

Tony's muffled words soon became sentences; odd ones.

'Where is neverland? I need to... there's a car... no, the bushes are... watch out... don't grow up... we need more pie... I've lost my jacket.'

Giggling, I curled up more in his embrace, listening intently as he chatted away to himself in an unconscious wonderland.

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Sitting on the counter, I watched as Tony made himself breakfast which consisted of 2 eggs and a few rashers of bacon. Once cooked, he placed the food on a plate and took a seat at the table to feast upon his newly cooked, delicious smelling food.

'Um,' I said, sitting on the seat directly across from him. His head shot up, chin moving violently as he chewed, and a smiled creeped out from the side of his closed mouth. 'What now?'

He swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut for a second, before replying. 'If you want, come on the road. If you don't, still come on the road.'

I laughed a little, 'Wouldn't I be a hastle though? I'll get in your hair...'

'For goodness sake,' he sighed, 'you're a hastle when you're not with me. That's the first good sleep I've had in a long while, Julie.'

'You're an idiot,' I grinned.

'And you're a bitch, we make a perfect couple.' He winked cheekily before taking a forkful of scrambled egg and shoveling it (oh so gracefully) into his mouth.

He finished the remainder of his food and took a sip of his orange juice before looking up at me with a face of concern, but deciding to leave whatever it was that was troubling him. He placed his plate in the sink before propping himself up on the counter.

'So, if I-' my sentence was stopped short by the sound of someone's fist hammering against the outside of my door. My wide eyes shot to Tony who was already jumping to his feet. 'Tom,' I stated quietly.

Tony dived away as I ran through the house and to the door. Sliding the latch over, I opened it to find a fatigued Tom, large bags under his eyes. 'Can I get my stuff?'

'Sure,' I said, stepping aside to let him in. I followed him through to the bedroom and sat on the bed as he began to fill his only suitcase with his belongings.

'You never told me why, y'know,' he said, tossing a deoderant into the case. 'Can I get that at least?'

'I told you about my eating, you laughed. You're a homophobic, one of my best friends are gay.'

'There's more,' he scoffed, lifting a top up off the ground. Shit. 'Who's this belong to?'

'Ah, reasons three.' I paused, trying to muster up the courage to admit that I had feelings for someone else throughout our relationship. It might hurt him, but it was the truth. 'You know how they say you never really get over your first love?'

'Yeah?'

'Well, that's what that is.'

'Do I know him?'

I froze. Ratting out Tony could surely cause nothing but more trouble, but lieing and then Tom finding out later would wreck him - he hated liars, and that's what I was.

'That's irrelevant.'

Throwing his toothbrush and toiletries bag into the overflowing suitcase, he looked at me seriously and repeated his question: 'Do I know him?'

'Yeah, you do. I'm sorry.'

'See,' he said, finger shaking in the air, 'I don't think you are. How many times did you cheat on me, hmm?'

'I never cheated.'

'Bullshit.'

'How am I suppose to cheat on you with a guy that's in a different country every week, and a different city each day? I'm not fucking superwoman, Tom.'

'Who is it?' He demanded.

'Tony,' I confessed.

'Fuck,' he scoffed, eyes full to the brim with tears. 'What does he have that I don't? What can he give you? I'm sorry I wasn't in your freaking high school, Julie. I can't change the past.'

'I know you can't, I don't want you to. You can't make me dissolve my love for one person and put it on you, it doesn't work like that.'

'Y-You love him?'

My breathing stopped. I did love him, but I never allowed myself to admit it. I inhaled, 'I do, Tom. I really do.'

He laughed a little, causing the tears to spill over. 'Well,' he said, zipping up his large case and standing it up, 'have a nice life. You're a fucking joke.' Wheeling the large case out, I watched from the doorway of the bedroom as he rushed down the hallway and out of the door. I stepped out and stood still as the vision of him leaving replayed a million times in my head.

The fresh memory that was playing on a sinister loop was ended as I felt Tony's arms wrap aroud my waist and his head buried in my neck. 'I love you too,' he murmered against my skin.

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