Author's Note: This story takes place in Season 3. AU Timeline.
Disclaimer: Instant Star doesn't belong to me. But this idea does. And also any lyrics I use, do not belong to me.
My Immortal
"Jude!" I yelled, impatient, as I pounded on her bedroom door, "Jude! Get up! You're going to be late!"
I got nothing in response. Not even the usual response of a grunt or the sound of a shoe hitting the door. I sighed and pounded again, careful not to chip my new manicure.
"Jude! I'm coming in!" I called.
I turned the handle to find it locked. I raised my eyes to the ceiling and stifled a frustrated scream. I sighed as I reached into my carefully done hair and removed a bobby pin. A chunk of hair fell into my eyes and I gritted my teeth. It had taken me an hour to do my hair and now, because my little sister couldn't get her lazy ass out of bed, I was going to have to fix it all over again.
I picked the lock easily, from much practice. I had been breaking into her room since I was thirteen. Despite the fact Jude couldn't dress herself to save her soul; she had surprisingly good taste in boots. And I stole them on occasion out of her closet.
I entered her room and flicked on the overhead light. My sister was dead to the world, asleep on her bed. Her mouth was hanging partially open and a soft snore passed her lips. Yep, she was a rock star alright. I thought bitterly. Her newly dyed ruby red hair was fanned out around her head, clashing with her bright, neon orange comforter.
She had let her hair grow out and hair gotten her bangs trimmed. It was a good look for her…well, right now it wasn't looking very good because her bangs were going every direction but down. Jude had fallen asleep with her dark eyeliner and eye shadow still on and were now smeared across her face. Ew. I've told her time and time again, sleeping in make-up did nothing for her pores. You just can't teach some people.
I glanced at my watch and saw that it was almost nine. Jude had a very important meeting with Darius and she couldn't be late. I marched across her room and shook her without mercy. It was a big sister privilege that I had used and abused joyfully over the years.
"Hey, rock star!" I crooned sweetly, "You have a very important meeting! Wake up!"
Jude didn't even open her eyes. She just snored louder. I took a step closer and paused when I heard a soft clink as the tip of my pointy-toed Dior boot connected with something underneath her bed.
The clink told me that the object was made of glass. Which made some sense; my sister had developed a disgusting habit of leaving dirty dishes in odd places in her room. Which is why I only stayed in her room long enough to steal her shoes and get out. Seeing as how I wouldn't be waking Jude anytime soon, I could at least do us all a favor and remove the mystery dish.
I knelt down and reached under her bed. And what I pulled out was not a dish. It was an empty pint of vodka. I swallowed hard and glanced up at my sister. She looked so innocent and helpless as she slept that I couldn't believe she was drinking; under-aged. Instantly, I flipped into big sister mode. I got to my feet and shook her even harder. When that didn't work, I bent my head close to hers and yelled into her ear:
"Jude!"
In a flash, she bolted upright, looking panicked, her head whipping from left to right.
"Huh? Wha?" she mumbled, sounding disoriented.
"What is this?" I demanded, holding out the bottle to her.
"Why did you bother to wake me?" she whined, cracking her eyes open a bit.
"Jude. What. Is. This?" I repeated.
Jude actually opened her eyes and looked at the bottle. Then promptly snorted and fell back on her bed. I thought for a moment that she had passed out, but then, she started speaking.
"That." She replied, "Is a project from Patsy. She's having me and Mason gather all types of glass bottles for some project she's doing."
I thought about that freaky Patsy girl and I had seen her walking around G Major with crates of garbage-y things. So, that made sense. I sighed and dropped the bottle on her bed.
"Is that all?" I asked, sitting down beside her.
"Yes. Sadie." Jude answered, "That's all."
I looked over at her and she looked sincere yet so sad. But then again, she was still hurting over Tommy. That man sure knew how to break a girls' hearts in a million little pieces. Mine had been one of them. But thanks to Jude, I was over it and moving on. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and rested my head against hers.
"You have nothing to worry about, Sades." Jude informed me, "Can I go back to sleep now?"
"Jude you have a meeting." I repeated in annoyance for the umpteenth time.
"So?"
She shrugged off my arm and lay back down. I sighed and got to my feet.
"Jude." I said, "I know you're depressed but you still have to go to work."
"I don't wanna." She pouted.
I pulled her pillow from out from under her head and beat her with it. Jude groaned and ignored me. I sighed and stopped hitting her, tossing her pillow back onto her bed. I headed toward her door and looked over my shoulder at her as I paused in the doorway.
"Be ready in twenty minutes." I told her before leaving.