"Hey guys! I'm back, and I brought -" Mandie stopped in the middle of her sentence as she walked through the door of our dorm.

Jude and I immediately split apart, Jude removing his hand from my back, and me moving my hands off of his face. We both sat awkwardly in silence as Mandie just kind of stared at us in shock.

"Man. And I came here with the intention of flirting with one of your friends. Guess they both beat me to it." Someone chuckled, I looked up to see that it was the attractive redhead from the party. I just kind of glared at him, as did Jude.

"You two are together?!" Mandie half asked, half shouted.

"Well, yeah, but you don't need to shout about it." Jude responded.

"Well...what...when did this happen?"

"At the party a few weeks ago."

"You guys have been together for a few weeks and didn't tell me?"

"We decided to wait before telling you. We just figured that we would see where this relationship goes, and if it goes well, and lasts a while, we were going to tell you. But we didn't want to tell you if this was just going to be another fling for the both of us." I responded, trying to explain the situation.

"Do you guys really think that you would just have flings with each other? You've been friends since kindergarten, you tell each other everything, you guys are completely inseparable, and you both love each other dearly. You guys probably went into this relationship, already giving each other 100% of yourselves. That's just how you guys are with each other. So did you honestly think that either one of you would be capable just having a fling with each other?" Mandie asked, practically lecturing us.

"Yes." Jude and I responded in usion. 

Mandie was right about Jude and I's relationship. Jude and I were incredibly close, and it's true, we did go into the relationship with 100% of ourselves, because we had already done that in our friendship. Then there was the fact that it was us. I always thought that Jude and I's friendship was impenetrable and unstoppable. So, even if I didn't like the idea of being just another one of Jude's guys, I figured that it wouldn't change much between us anyway.

"Alright, well, just be careful." Mandie told us. "Just came here to hang out, but apparently you two are busy. So, we'll just leave you to it." 

Mandie smiled at us and gave Jude and I a wink. Then she turned around and left, taking her boyfriend and his friend with her. Mandie shut the door behind her, and Jude and I looked back at each other for a few seconds. When Jude's face split into a grin, so did mine. Then we both started laughing a bit, glad that we made it through the awkward situation.

"I most certainly earned that cookie." I said, reaching for the cookie that was still in Jude's hand. Jude moved the cookie once again, and put one part of it in his mouth instead of giving it to me. I just gave Jude another unamused look. He raised his eyebrows flirtatiously at me, and I knew that he was expecting me to bite onto the other end of the cookie.

Instead, I lightly slapped Jude in the face, and used his moment of distraction to snatch the bag that held the rest of the cookies. I snatched a cookie out of the bag and took a bite of it before tossing the bag back into Jude's lap. Jude just laughed at me as he and I both ate our cookies, all thoughts of studying forgotten. 

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Things with Jude were going great. We kissed a lot, talked a lot, cuddled every night, and we were both very happy. I was glad to be able to call myself Jude's boyfriend. We had been a month since the party where Jude had kissed me. I would be lying if I said that I had never thought about dating Jude before. I even kissed him when we were in kindergarten, but he didn't seem to think much of it back then, and he didn't remember it when we got older. However, even when we were in middle school, it would cross my mind occasionally to kiss Jude. I had decided against it though.

I didn't honestly think that Jude and I would ever really be dating. I wouldn't have minded it if we had started dating sooner, and if you had asked me if I would date Jude, I probably would have shrugged and smiled at the thought. However, I never would have thought that Jude would have wanted to date me at all. I was convinced that Jude could have had any guy that he wanted. 

He was an amazing friend, he was funny, he was smart, he was caring, and he was attractive. I had already loved him, and I had loved him for years before we became a couple. I had always thought that I didn't deserve to have a friend like Jude, and I really didn't, and I never took him for granted. It seemed a little miraculous to me that Jude didn't have guys flocking to him all the time, and I felt very lucky when Jude kissed me.

Things were going very good between the two of us, and I was very happy with him. Then Mandie invited us to go to another party with her and her boyfriend. Jude and I reluctantly agreed, not really wanting to go, but deciding that it was better than staying in our dorm all night. So, we went to the same frat house as last time there was a party.

"Why do I agree to go to these things? I'm always miserable." I asked, getting Jude a drink and looking for a place where we could sit.

"You didn't seem so miserable last time." Jude commented with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"Well, at the end of the night I wasn't miserable. I was before that though." 

"Well come on then." Jude smiled, slipping his hand into mine, leading me back up the stairs for the second time in that house.

We pretty much repeated the same path as the first time. Jude set his drink on a small decorative table as we passed it, and we kept walking until we reached the same spot in the hallway that we were at the first time. Jude stopped walking and I moved so that I stood in front of him, leaning against the wall. 

"How are you feeling now?" Jude asked me with a smile.

"Not too shabby. How about you?" I asked in return, also smiling.

"About to be better." Soon after finishing his sentence, Jude placed both of his hands on my hips, and kissed me passionately. 

I moved my hands so that they were on Jude's upper arms, and kissed him back immediately. Jude tightened his hold on me and pulled me closer against him. I balled my fists up and gripped the sleeves of Jude's shirt tightly. I licked his bottom lip, and I felt Jude open his mouth, so I slipped my tongue inside. Jude and I split apart for air after a little bit.

"Still feeling miserable?" Jude asked with a smirk.

"Not one bit." I responded, also smirking.

"Then my work here is done." Jude grabbed my hand again and we went back downstairs, Jude grabbing his drink again on the way.

A while into the party, Jude was buzzed, and dancing once again. I just kind of stood there once again, not dancing. I had never really been someone who dances, Jude, however, had a habit of breaking out into song and dance at random, sometimes inappropriate, times. So, I stood near Jude while he danced, but did not participate in the dancing myself.

The only thing that was able to pull my attention away from my boyfriend, was the sight of the boy that had slipped something in my hand at the last party, approaching me. He didn't talk to me this time either, and just slipped something else into my hand as he walked by. This time, I did look at what he gave me. It was a piece of a ripped napkin, with writing on it.

I gave you my number at the last party. Why haven't you called me?

So that's what the he slipped me at the last party. His phone number. I had honestly forgotten that this guy had given me anything at all. After what happened between Jude and I, it didn't seem so important any more. 

I waited until Jude had to use the restroom, before I hurriedly scribbled down a response on the back of the napkin. I 'smoothly' dropped it off on a counter where the guy was leaning, talking to some other people. It was pretty obvious, and not nearly as smooth as when the guy slipped notes into my hand, but it got to him and that's what matters. I had written a simple response, that didn't require a lot of explaining.

Because I have a boyfriend now and I am very happy with him. 

Needless to say, I was not expecting to get another note slipped to me. I thought that there wasn't really anything that this guy could really say back. He asked a question, and I had responded to it without leaving much room for a whole conversation. However, the guy had slipped me another note, and he and I did end up having a whole conversation.

If you're so happy with him, then why did you look at the note in the first place?

Because when someone slips a note into your hand, you want to know what it says. 

Then why didn't you look at the first one?

I was a bit distracted. I am most certainly very happy with my boyfriend.

Yes, but, the fact still remains that this entire time your boyfriend has been trying to dance with you, you've been focusing on having this conversation with me. 

He was right I had been focussed more on some stranger, than I had Jude. He looked a little bummed out, and was no longer dancing. He was just sitting on a couch, sipping on his drink. I walked up to him and sat on the arm of the couch beside him, began playing with his hair softly as we sat in silence.

"Wanna get outa here?" I asked. Jude looked up at me before nodding his head. I took his hand in one of mine, and his drink in the other. I stood Jude up, setting his drink down as we left the part hand in hand, making sure that the guy had seen us.