Connor

A/N: As some of you may know there was a sequel to this that I have decided not to write. So I am going to make a different ending to this story. I just couldn't get the sequel to come together like I wanted it too. So without further ado here is the ending some of you hoped for.

I sat by his bedside and held his hand. It had been almost four weeks since the accident. A week since I'd done this to him. I felt so guilty as I listened to the sound of his heart beating on the monitor. I just wished he would wake up and say something to me, even if it was to tell me to go to hell. That would be better than this silence. I had walked away with just a broken arm and seven stitches in my head while Jude was left fighting for his life.

Watching them work on him after the accident and not being by his side had been the hardest thing I had ever done. I wanted to telling him it was okay and that I loved him. When they pulled him for the car it took two paramedics to hold me back until my legs collapsed on me. I remembered every second of that day in full detail. I played it over and over in my mind.

The sound of crunching metal and shattering glass. Jude lying on the backboard, strapped down so he couldn't move. The minute they discovered he wasn't breathing and I almost lost him. The paramedic straddling him on the gurney as he performed CPR on him. the tears that slid down my cheeks as I watched them load him in the ambulance. The sound of the siren and the flashing lights as they rode away.

Now here I sat in this hospital room watching Jude and willing him to wake up. His moms and siblings had been in and out of the room but I never left. I had insisted on staying by his side. At first I thought they were gonna call security on me but in the end they had let me stay. I wondered as I watched him if he would remember anything that happen. I hoped he didn't because it would haunt me for the rest of my life.

"Connor, you really should go home and shower. You look like hell," I heard from behind me.

I turned around to see my dad behind me. He put his hand on my shoulder and I sighed. I knew he still wasn't okay with my relationship with Jude no matter how hard he tried. It had been three years since I went to live with my mom and our relationship was better. He had accepted the fact that I just didn't like girls and nothing he did or said was going to change that. It was who I was and I was okay with it. I also knew that was what mattered.

"What if he wakes up and I'm not here?" I asked.

"Connor you don't want him to wake up and see you like this, do you?"

I looked up at him. I knew he was right. I had gone home to shower and change a few times and everything was fine. I had come back to the same thing I left but this time felt different. My moms house was more than an hour away though and so I would be gone a good three hours. A lot could happen in three hours. I decided though I needed to get out of this room for a while. I needed some time to think and clear my head. I got up from my chair and kissed Jude on the forehead. I whispered I love you in his ear and squeezed his hand. I left him alone as I followed my dad out the door.

When I stepped off the elevator three hours later. I could tell something was wrong the minute the door opened. As the doors closed behind us a heart monitor at the nurses' station started going crazy. My dad and I exchanged a look and when I looked back I saw a nurse running in the direction of Jude's room. Panic rose in my chest and I took off running after her. As I got closer to the room I heard it. The sound that I had been waiting weeks to hear.

"Where the fuck is Connor? I wanna see Connor!" Jude screamed in a hoarse voice.

I stopped at the door to the room and saw to nurses trying to restrain him. the heart monitor was going crazy. I smiled knowing he was okay. I stepped into the room and as soon as he sensed my presence he calmed down almost immediately. As I stood by his bedside and grabbed his hand he smiled at me.

"You're here," he said.

"Of course where else would I be?" I asked.

He didn't answer as the doctor came in and checked him out. I stood in the corner out of the way and watched him. We never took our eyes off each other. When the doctor left to talk to Jude's parents I sat down in the chair next to the bed. Jude reached up slowly and touched my face like he was trying to make sure I was really here.

"It's really you," he said a little surprised.

"Why wouldn't I be here? Jude you are the most important thing in my life. Without you, life means nothing," I reassured him.

"I thought you were in jail," he whispered.

"Why would I be in jail?" he asked puzzled.

"Because of the accident," he sighed.

I gave him a confused look. I had no idea what he was talking about. Yes, the car accident had happened, but why would I be in jail because of it? I had to get him to explain what he was talking about. He watched me like he still didn't believe I was real. It was like he thought he was dreaming or something.

"You were drunk and Taylor died," Jude said with tears in his eyes.

"What? Jude Taylor is in San Diego. She wasn't even with us when the accident happened."

"Wait what? Yes, she was," he argued.

"No Jude we were on our way back to my house from the train station. You're in the hospital in LA," I told him.

"So none of that happened?"

"None of what happened?"

"The crazy shower sex incident, losing our virginity, the promise rings, you kissing Daria?"

"Some of that I came make happen but why the hell would I kiss Daria again? There is only one person in this world I will ever kiss and that is you."

"So wait where still only sixteen?" Jude asked.

"Yes Jude and we have our whole lives ahead of us," I assured him.

"Promise me one thing," he asked after a few minutes.

"Anything for you."

"If we are ever too drunk to drive at a party we'll call someone to come get us."

"Jude I promise," I said as I kisses him.

"I love you Connor Stevens."

"I love you too Jude Adams Foster."

A/N: okay not sure how I feel about this ending but here it is. What do you think?