Disclaimer: I don't own Instant Star or any of the characters or anything else.
A/N: I just got into Instant Star a few weeks ago and decided that I wanted to write like the missing moments between scenes/episodes. Mostly it will be Jude-centric and Jude&Tommy-centric. This is just a fun thing for me to do. I have other stories in other fandoms that will be prioritized over this, so I can't promise these will be super long or updated consistently, but hopefully they'll be fun for me to write and for you guys to read. Enjoy! :)
Even Better Than the Real Thing
Kwest chuckled as he watched Tommy walk into the studio and collapse into his regular seat with a sigh. Tommy closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Long night?"
"You have no idea," Tommy groaned. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again, "Although the blonde was definitely worth it."
Kwest rolled his eyes at his friends antics. No matter how much his friend had grown as an artist and producer he was still playing the role of the bad boy. "Did you see the paper this morning?"
"Nah, man. You know I don't look at that stuff."
Kwest dropped the tabloid in front of Tommy. "Maybe you should."
Tommy rolled his eyes. "What are you talking about?" He took a moment to focus on the front of the tabloid. It was him…with Jude. "Great," he muttered as he flipped open to the actual article. They had managed to capture the one time he'd actually met with her since their meeting the day before.
"Anything you wanna tell me?"
Tommy whipped his head up in surprise. "What?" Kwest glanced to the article and back to his friend. "About this? You think I'm actually hooking up with my fifteen year old artist?"
"Those pictures are pretty bad, T."
Tommy took a closer look at the few pictures that had been enlarged to engulf the whole page. They weren't that bad. They both had their clothes firmly on and no hands were in any red-alert territories. As far as pictures went they were definitely tamer than some of the ones the paparazzi had gotten in the past. "So what, I'm sitting next to her? What's the big deal?"
"You have your arm around her."
"I was strumming the guitar," Tommy replied defensively.
"And the eye contact?"
Tommy rolled his eyes and sighed. "Oh, no. Better slap some cuffs on me right now."
Kwest sighed and pointed to the pictures accusingly. "She looks like she's getting lost in your eyes."
Tommy gave a last fleeting look to the pictures before closing the tabloid. "We were working on her song, man. That's it."
"Whatever you say, T."
"Can we just get to work?" Tommy snapped.