Disclaimer: I don't own Instant Star or things would be very different if I did. Also, unless anything is credited to any artist, writer or band, I write the poetry and the songs, like I said I will credit the performer or writers if I did not write it.

Also: This is in Tommy's point of view, and Jude's. It switches up a lot.

Chapter 1: Promises

"LITTLE TOMMY Q, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR." I heard a voice yelling outside my window and I heard someone beating on the door. I got up to look and it was Jude, standing there in a white shirt, and her faded flare blue jeans. She was completely soaked.

"TOMMY COME ON. IT'S ALMOST BELOW FREZZING OUT HERE." She yelled again. I finally got down stairs to open the door for her.

"And, I ask what are you doing here?" I asked her, trying not to stare at her but, it was hard. Damn it , why did she have to look so sexy and be so soaked. I noticed that she had bags with her.

"Come one, let me inside." She begged me pleadingly. She batted her big icy blue eyes at me and gave me her puppy dog face. She knew I could never say no to her when she did that.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked her.

"My dad came over to give Sadie her birthday present and fund out that my mom and Don, her divorce lawyer are engaged. He got mad and Sadie left and went to some new guy of hers and my mom and dad are literally throwing their wedding china at each other." She swiftly explained to me.

I couldn't resist her and then I noticed that I was freezing out of my mind. I looked down and all I was wearing was a pair of pajama pants and no shirt. I was completely startled and I guess I forgot to get dresses. Jude tried not to make it obvious that she was staring but, that was completely impossible. So I moved out of the way and let her in.

When Jude stepped into the house I realized she had never been here before and the spare rooms were really messy. While she looked around I just stood there and watched her. I was amazed at how the only girl that understands me, the only girl who will every truly know the real me, the girl who brings out the best in me, the one who will truly get me is sixteen, about to turn seventeen.

"Jude, you're going to have to sleep on the couch."

"Why?"

"Spare rooms are a mess, not unless you want to sleep in my room with me."

"Only if you promise that you won't try anything Quincy."

"You're my girl, why would I try anything." I told her. I guess it was because she though I cheated on her sister which was a completely bogus lie. I never even touched that model, and plus I was ready to break up with Sadie anyways, because she acted like more of a fan than a girlfriend to me and that's not what I needed.

"Alright," Jude sat her bags down, and her guitar and she walked with me back to my room."

"Jude, aren't you going to change into dry clothes or do you want to get the bed wet?" I asked her and then she ran into the living room and grabbed a bag.

I didn't hear Jude rummaging around in the living room after a few minutes so I figured it was safe to go in. Boy was I wrong. Jude was standing therein her panties and bra she had just slipped on her pants and she was grabbing a shirt when she realized I was standing there. She grabbed a shirt and I stumbled backwards a little bit when I finally got to my room and shut the door.

I couldn't believe what I just saw, Jude Harrison half naked in my living room. It took everything I had not to go up to her and kiss her smack on the center of her lips. I wanted to but, I stopped myself.

Jude turned sixteen exactly seven moths ago today, so a year and four months until she was eighteen and I didn't want to wait but, I knew that if we started something now, it would spread like wildfire in the press and I didn't want to damage Jude's career like mine was.

I couldn't stop myself from looking though. Jude was amazing, end of story. She was perfect in so many ways and I was madly in love with her but, if I told her that I would freak her out, even though I know she cares for me. I don't care if she chooses not to show it because of what happened at her sweet sixteen or with her sister, or even when she tried to kiss me at the Vinyl Palace, Jude was mine and nothing was going to stop me when she turned eighteen but, my heart and my head were both screaming at me.

My heart was saying that I love her and I should admit my feelings for her no matter what and my head was telling me that it was too risky and that we would get caught. Darius would fire me, Georgia and EJ would get mad and Jude's entire family would freak, except for her friends who knew that e had feelings for each other but, we would never do anything about them.

I kept telling myself it was better but, every single time I let my feelings show, it always backfired and I end up telling her that it was a mistake and it never should have happened. But, there is no use denying that we have a connection, there is just no point. But, how was I going to resist myself when she was in the same house with me, and let alone in the same bed, less than a foot away.

I knew it. Jude was my soul mate but, I have never for the life of me been in love. I have said it a million times but, I have never felt it or meant it, unless it was a member of my family. I love Jude more than words can say. There is no way to describe it.

My love for her is unconditional, passionate, fulfilling; my head spins when ever I am around her. When ever I am in the same room as her, my heart stops when she walks into the room, and my lungs fill with he heavenly scent. There was no point in denying it anymore my love for Jude was unstoppable and no matter how hard I denied it, it was there, boiling under the surface looking for the easiest way out.

"What am I doing here? Why am I outside his house waiting in him to answer his door? It's two o'clock in the morning and I just walked five miles with everything I could shove in my five suitcases, my backpack and my guitar, in the pouring rain, and it was freezing out here." I said in my mind kicking Tommy's door waiting on him to answer.

When he looked out the window my heart stopped. I had to catch my breath, to keep from falling down. I loved him no matter what he did to me, I always came back.

When he kissed me at my Sweet Sixteen, I loved it. That kiss was filled with so much passion and desire that I knew we were soul mates, even though he told me to forget the kiss and that it was all a mistake.

Then when he dated my sister, Sadie I was so angry at both of them. Sadie, because she knew that I had feelings for him and Tommy, because he was flirting with me, he had made me fall for him again, and he was falling back this time. He and Sadie just broke up but, she thinks he cheated on her, when I don't know if he did or not. I was starting to think not because he would never cheat on anyone, ever.

I knew I was making a huge mistake by coming here but, I needed a place to stay and Jamie and Pasty were at the Mini-Studio, that I owned. But, I gave Patsy access to it mainly because I bought it from one of her old acquaintances.

When I noticed Tommy with no shirt on, I knew I blushed, and that I had no way to hide it since my hair was completely soaked through. Tommy was staring at me and I actually liked it mainly because I knew he cared and because I wanted him to. Normally if I was rain soaked like this, I wouldn't let any guy stare at me and I would find a way to change immediately but, with Tommy I would let him do whatever he wanted to me.

My love for Tommy had grown in the last year and a half. My love for him was unconditional, and no matter what he did, I always came back to him. It was like I needed him to survive but, I don't see how since I survived fifteen and a half years without him. But, I couldn't think when he was near me, he made me a better writer, and he made me a better person.

I knew that I couldn't say it because I knew he would run. He always ran if his feelings for someone actually meant something to him. I used to hate Tommy, mainly because he was in Boyz Attack. A five member boy band like: N'Sync, and the Back Street Boys. I hated their music and I hated them. They were all stuck up arrogant assholes in my book. But, then when I got to know him, my outward feelings and my inside one's changed a lot.

I knew that we couldn't be together because of the fact that I am not eighteen but because he would hurt me. I know they say that you can't know love until you've had a broken heart but, I have had my heart broken and I don't wan it to happen again. I am head over hills, fairytale romance in love with Tommy and I can't seem to control it.

When Tommy suggested that we share a room, I knew that I was in for a rude awakening. How can someone have a three bedroom a four bathroom house and all the guest rooms be messed up? But, oh well. I was going to sleep on the couch but, I knew that the thunder would wake me up in the middle of the night so I opted for the room I was going

to end up in anyways.

When I walked out of Tommy's room to change, I was rummaging around in my bag and I didn't think that he was actually going to come out into the living room but, he did and he saw almost everything. Considering the fact that I had on a thong and He walked out when I was putting on my pants and I had no shirt on, just a lacy bra, he got the full view.

I was embarrassed and shocked at the same time. More than likely I wasn't going to able to sleep tonight. The lightening was getting bad, and so was the thunder. The rain was heavy, and it sounded like hail. I was freaked and I was glad Tommy was here. I knew that something was going to happen.

I made him promise that nothing would but, everyone knows how that goes. When you have feelings for someone they are uncontrollable and they will slip out. I never should have made him promise not to do anything.

Knock, knock, and knock. I heard someone knocking on my door and I knew that it was Jude. She was the only person that was here at this hour in my house.

"You can come in."

"Just making sure, at least I have manners." She jokingly said.

"It's my house. You know, I could have left you in the rain and not let you in but, I am a good humanitarian and I did what was right." I mockingly said to her

She jumped on top of me and was straddling me on the bed.

"Your going to regret that Quincy." She said in a serious tone.

"You know, I still haven't gotten you back for calling me Little Tommy Q earlier when you were banging on my door."

Jude grabbed a pillow and hit me in my face. I grabbed one and hit her right back. Pretty soon I had rolled us over and she was under me and I was on top of her. Our faces were barely an inch apart. I looked at Jude straight in the eyes before I made my move.

I bent down almost like trying to kiss her or so she thought but, I was getting ready. When she closed her eyes for an instant I picked her up and threw her over my shoulders and spun her around really fast.

"TOMMY, COME ONE PUT ME DOWN. PLEASE." She yelled she was kicking me in my stomach it didn't hurt because she was playfully kicking and playfully hitting me in my back.

"Not until you admit that you were wrong Harrison."

"About what," I was still spinning and now it was strangely hilarious.

"Calling me Little Tommy Q, you know I hate it."

"How else did you expect me to wake you up at two o'clock in the morning? You sleep like me, nothing can wake you up. I knew if I yelled that I would get your attention."

"Still though, I hate that name. I truly hate it. Don't you ever call me Little Tommy Q, again. It's Tommy Quincy." I mimicked that to the way that I said it when Jude first walked into G-Major and found out who her producer was.