Title: Promises Unkept
Author: IndigoNight
Summary: Hey Jude, how come you never draw me?
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Pairing: Implied onesided JudexMax
Disclaimer: I do not own Across The Universe or the characters I'm just borrowing them for fun.
Spoilers: Not really
Warnings: Implied slash.
Author's Note: My first Across The Universe fic. It's officially 1 AM and I have no idea where this came from. But I hope you like. Read, review,
Enjoy!
"Hey Jude?"
"Hm?" Jude mumbled. He was focusing and not really in the mood to put up with Max's antics.
"How come you never draw me?"
"What?" That startled him out of his creative fog.
"Well, I mean, you draw Lucy all the time, but you never draw me. What, am I not pretty enough for you?" Max was teasing and Jude knew it, but for an instance assurances were drifting to his lips anyway.
The truth was, Max was pretty enough, plenty pretty enough. Too pretty. Although, pretty probably wasn't really the right word. He wasn't really sure what word was the right one, he was an artist, not a poet, but whatever that word was, Max was it. And that was exactly the problem.
Jude couldn't draw things that were too pretty… or whatever. Fruit, stupid cartoons, those he could do. Lucy he could draw, which wasn't to say she wasn't pretty, because she definitely was; it just… wasn't the same.
But if he was brutally honest with himself, it was because he was afraid. When he drew people, the finished project had a habit of showing him things he hadn't noticed before, true things. Secrets, insights. He wasn't sure if others could see it in his drawings too, he'd never asked.
He was afraid of what secret Max's picture would show him, although he had a feeling he already knew and that just scared him all the more.
"Yo, earth to Jude?"
Jude started, realizing Max had been talking again. "Sorry. What?"
"I said," Max restated with exaggerated patience, "Will you draw me then?"
"Um, not tonight, mate. I've got to finish this."
"Some other time then?" The way Max's face light up, Jude couldn't deny him flat out.
"Yeah," he agreed, unenthused, "Some other time." He promised, knowing he would probably never keep it.