Chapter 5 - Jude
Jude had been half asleep on the couch when the loud music woke him. He twisted and placed his feet on the floor, then hefted himself up. Growling, he stomped over to the window and peered out. Sure enough, the pretty little klutz had all the windows open, and it was her house the music was coming from.
He headed out his front door and prowled across the lawn to climb up her porch steps. Carefully, he stepped over the broken one as he headed for the front door. When he couldn’t find a doorbell, he gave up, and pounded on the side of the screen door. He was concerned when the poor door rattled and looked like it was about to come down.
Jude stood there a minute, waiting for her to answer, but she never did. Sighing, he gently pulled the door open and stepped inside. He was even more pissed to see the screen wasn’t locked, anyone could have walked in on her and she’d never know. He looked around the room, searching for her, then stood there in stunned silence.
The little klutz was standing on a ladder, painting the walls. She had on a tiny pair of shorts, a tight white tank, and her feet were bare. She was obviously enjoying herself, as she sang and swayed to the music. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, she was absolutely breathtaking.
The swaying had caught his attention. The girl had no idea that the ladder was tipping each time she moved. Furious once more, he stomped over to her and placed his hands on her hips to hold her still. He could do nothing but stare at her in dread, as she screamed and dropped the brush. It hit the paint tray and knocked it over.
Knowing what would happen, but not being able to do a god damned thing about it, he closed his eyes and waited. He wasn’t disappointed, as yellow paint hit him in the head and covered him from head to toe. Then, the paint tray bounced off as well and fell to the floor. Beyond mad now, he lifted her off the ladder, and stood her on the floor in front of him.
When Jude opened his eyes and looked down at her, it was to find hers squeezed shut tightly. He smirked as she opened one and peeked up at him. He bit his lip to hold in the chuckle at the sight of her expression. She looked almost terrified for a minute, then it changed to one of laughter. That was when she lost her balance and fell on the floor. After a minute he placed his hands on his hips and glared at her once more.
“Are you almost done?” Jude growled. May looked up at him, blinked, and started laughing again.
Deciding he’d had enough, Jude leaned over and picked her up, causing her to squeal. The girl had almost as much paint on her as he did, and she didn’t get it over her head.
“Why are you in my house?” May questioned, causing him to glare down at her.
“Because I was sleeping, and your god damned music woke me up,” Jude told her.
“Well why didn’t you knock on the door?” she questioned.
Jude couldn’t stop the growl that rumbled from deep in his chest. “I did, but the god damned thing almost fell off when I hit it.”
May squinted at him as she studied his arms. “Well maybe you should try using a little less muscle,” she replied helpfully.
Jude conveniently ignored her as he headed to her stereo and turned it down. When he turned back to face her, she looked incredibly sad as she stared down at the stereo.
“It was too quiet,” May whispered, and he could tell she didn’t mean for him to hear her.
He frowned at her as he saw a small tear slip down her cheek. But before he could question her, she turned away and started to clean up the mess on the floor.
“You better wash that paint off while you can,” May told him. He knew a dismissal when he heard one, so he turned and headed for the door.
“Lock your door behind me,” he demanded, in as soft a voice as he could manage. Then he headed out and crossed the lawn, but the sight of that lone tear bothered him. The klutzy little neighbour was getting to him, and he didn’t know if he was ready for that.