Da Roma e Giovane

Chapter 2: Party

I'm glad that most of you knew the story, I didn't think I could have made it anymore obvious. But this is me and I tend to think thing that make sense in my head and no where else. So yes, it's Romeo and Juliet. I dropped the prologue and I'm probably going to keep it that way.

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Tommy stood around the corner from G-major, drumming his fingers against his arm in exasperation. Kwest had been on the phone for the last ten minutes trying to find out where he could get in.

"Yeah, I know," he heard Kwest say for the thousandth time in as may minutes. "Okay... five minutes? See you there," he snapped his phone shut and turned to Tom. "I've found our way in," was all he said before he turned a strode down the street, a confident swagger overtook his usual gait. He groaned before shoving off of the wall he was leaning against to follow his irrational, and for the moment he used this term loosely, friend.

Tom's irritation hadn't dissolved any as he followed that guy, Kwest's new name for the night, to the back entrance. "We have to go in the back way?" He was appalled that he couldn't use the front and be seen by everyone but that could -would- end badly for him. His pride would have to endure that hit.

Kwest seemed to do a secret knock on the door that Tom found stupid, but he wasn't about to say anything now. He waited too long to get into this party; his first G-major party. He wondered if it would be anything like the parties Mills Production had. But the description he got about Darius from, what was their name? Well, he knew Darius liked everything big and splashy.

The door creaked open and Tom moved the mask down to hide his face. Well, more like cover around his eyes, he was too stubborn to conceal his whole glorious face. He wondered who Kwests' contacts were, contacts because he saw three guys at the door when he entered.

From where he was he saw a stage set up in front of the dance floor. Lights twirled over the people moving to the rhythm of the music. Many wore costumes that sparkled in the light, maybe sparkled a little too much. The guests here seemed to like their alcohol as much as they liked to stand out, he'd never seen anyone this drunk at one of Ric's parties. But Ric limited every guest to two drinks, so you could say those parties weren't really fun.

Kwest disappeared, probably looking for a sandwich. He scanned the crowd looking for... something, he wasn't sure if he should even be looking around like he was. The more suspicious he looked the more likely he would be caught. But where was the fun in playing it safe?

He strolled over to the bar and got himself a drink. He relished at the familiar feel of the liquor running down his throat. Forget women, he could just get drunk, for free. But before him was a blond beauty that he couldn't tear his gaze away from.

He grabbed the arm of a passerby and asked if her knew who the ravishing blond was. He received a uninterested shrug before the man disengaged his arm and when on his way. Frustrated, he turned his attention back to the lovely girl only to see her practically surrounded by people. He was barely able to spot the eared headband above a womans shoulder.

His luck changed and the crowd parted, only enough to see her gorgeous face once more. A boy, and yes, he was a boy compared to Tommy, was trying to speak to her but it was obvious that her mind was anywhere but with that guy.

Suddenly she looked up and locked gazes with him.There was no match to her loveliness in his eyes.

He saw a flash of recognition as he watched her with intense interest. Her lips parted and he saw it as an irresistible invitation. A single taste of her would satisfy him for the rest of his existence. Tommy couldn't resist the urge to go to her now. His feet moved of their own accord, each step brought him a little closer to paradise.

The images of doing just that swirled through his mind. Clearing his head he looked back to see she was gone. His eyes scanned the room for a few desperate moments before he found her sitting at a table, no more than ten feet away from him, with that fool harassing her.

This is exactly what he wanted, to be someone she could turn to for help.

Jude stood in the center of the room getting ready for her performance. She knew she would be performing a new song tonight but the song she was going to sing was so intimate to her. But the feeling that the right person would hear it made it a little less stressful.

She had sat down for a moment to readjust her boot before finishing. She had put on the rest of her costume, the black headband had ears on top and the jacket... ugh, don't get her started on the jacket. It had a spiderweb design and the sleeves were attached to the body of the jacket to look like she had wings.

And SME could do nothing but stare at her.

She couldn't believe that Sadie had made her a bat. A bat! It couldn't have been something better? Anything better. A black cat would've been more acceptable, at least she would have been bad luck to all those who's path she crossed. Jude started down at the small black mask that had to accompany to rest of the train wreck costume.

Feeling their eyes wander over her body she was on the edge of breaking down and slapping them. "Spied enough!" She yelled as his eyes stayed glued to the excessive amount of visible cleavage. She'd turn around but that would only give them a better view of her backside. The pants were very form fitting. "Vincent!" That got his attention, he moved his gaze up and glared at her. He was about to complain but the door opened and Darius walked in.

Darius wore a toga looking thing that made him act like he was a Greek god. "Jude, I need you out here, there is someone you need to meet." She nodded and turned to grab her mask. When he could no longer see her face she rolled her eyes. When she faced him again he was smiling and motioned for her to come over.

Jude walked out of the door, leaving her band behind, and followed Darius over to a group of people in decadent clothing. She was about to put her mask on when her boss stopped her with a shake of his head. She twirled the elastic around her wrist and wore it as a bracelet until she was 'allowed' to wear it on her face.

"Jude, this is my nephew Shay." She knew why she had just been introduced to this guy and she wanted nothing to do with it.

Jude put on the smile she felt she was using too much and spoke softly, hopefully he liked to be around vocal girls. He spoke to her but her mind was elsewhere, that is until she felt a pair of eyes boring into her. She looked up to be met by those same blue eyes that she dreamt of earlier that very day.

Her breath hitched as she stared back. A hand came down on the nape of her neck at she blinked up to see the group she was with all wearing concerned expressions. "Jude, you okay?"

"Fine," she said hurriedly. She composed herself then spoke again, "I'm fine, I just need to get ready for my set." She brushed a few stray locks from her face and excused herself. Slinking through the dense crowd she made it to a table where she felt she had enough distance from herself and Shay. She was afraid to look up. He could still be watching her. Jude didn't want to get lost in those eyes again, even though she craved the electric feeling it gave her.

She plopped down on a chair a breathed a sigh of relief. What she wouldn't give to be home and in her bed for once. She felt she was the opposite of people her own age. They would have been in heaven to be at this party. She would be in heaven to be at home in front of the TV, wearing her pajama pants covered with all the little blue and green polka dots. She'd felt like she...

"How I would love to see you without that costume on. But of course you couldn't wear anything else, not that you'd want to. Not with me around." Jude knew who the pervert was before she glanced up at him. She started laughing without humor. Where is SME when you need them? She tried to focus on something -anything!- that wasn't Shay and his too smooth, she scoffed in her mind at that, ways.

"May I have this dance?" A seductive voice said behind her.

"Do you mind I was speaking to this..." she cut him off by answering the man who'd asked her to dance. She didn't see who it was she just clutched onto the proffered and hastily got up and allowed herself to be lead to the dance floor. All the while she felt a warmth spread through her, starting from her hand, the one that held onto her savior's, and moved outward.

He turned to face her and she felt his firm grip on her waist and welcomed it. When she felt the warmth threading through her, she had a feeling that this was the man with the electric gaze. Earlier she wondered what it would be like to touch him, just a innocent touch like this, to see if all of him gave off the same level of energy.

She felt a pang jitteriness, looking up into his eyes this close, she felt, could change a girl. "What's with the nervousness, Big Eyes?" He asked as he glided her around the dance floor.

"Nervous? Who's nervous?" Her voice was too high, she sounded like a cartoon rodent. His masculine chuckle sifted through all the chaos around them. She was going to look up at his face for the first time, her breathing grew shallow just by the thought. Now she wasn't so sure if she could -should.

Before she had a chance to make up her mind he cupped her chin and gently moved her head so she was eye-to-eye with him. There was a teemingness of an unknown emotion in his blue orbs as he gazed down at her. She wanted to melt into him, just with that one look.

Trying to be as stealthy as humanly possible Tommy moved his Big Eyes, towards the edge of the floor and hopefully there was a door that led to somewhere private. Lady Luck was on his side tonight, there was a small alcove in an unoccupied part of the building. Not as private as he would of preferred, but it was something.

He ushered the gorgeous girl to his right out of the pandemonium. Tom lead her to the space he had previously chosen. Once there he didn't waste time, her lips were far too tantalizing for him to go on without a simple taste. Okay, so it wasn't so simple. He devoured her the moment she let him. It was like she couldn't control herself either.

Tom was getting close to deepening the kiss when he was interrupted by a blond woman dressed like a devil. She was a devil for ruin this wondrous kiss. She grabbed Big Eyes by the arm and pulled her away before she had a chance to protest. And protest she would've. He felt what she brought and wanted more. He was wrong when he said he would be satisfied with one kiss. No, he need millions, he needed all of her.

He went to follow but she and The Red Devil vanished in the swarms of drunken party goers. His eyes continuously roved over the crowds looking for her. The assemblage began to buzz with excitement as the lights dimmed and the stage filled with smoke.

He looked around at the walls to see all the awards that hung proudly, egotistically. He would give it a few minutes before he started his search again. She couldn't have gone too far, maybe if he waited long enough she would come back to him. He kept his thoughts hopeful.

There was a voice coming through the numerous speakers announcing something. He didn't catch the words for he was to absorbed with getting to know his surroundings and looking for that beauty. Why didn't he get her name? He looked towards the stage to see a girl, his girl, striding towards the microphone. He saw a sigh behind her flash a name. He guessed it was her name, who's else could it be?

His mind was going a thousand miles a second, this was Jude Harrison, he loved the sound of her name. But she's a G-major star? That can't be the same girl he was just with. But he knew the curves of her body were the same, from this distance. He'd felt them with him hand, his body. Those pouty pink lips were the soft one's he just kissed. The mask did little to cover the beauty of her eyes.

He watch in fascination as she grabbed the mic and spoke. It was the first time he really heard her voice. Not a simple one word answer and he prayed she didn't really sound like a cartoon bird. Her smiled brightened the room dramatically, she waited for the crowd to quiet a bit.

"So, I have a new song that I would like to sing for you, it's called 'Your Eyes'." Her voice was as beautiful as she was. He was going to hear her sing for the first time. He never even heard of her and he didn't know what to expect as far as her voice was concerned.

He watched as one of her band mates came closer to her. Too close if you ask him. He never liked to feel jealous, over anyone. But he knew that she was his and nothing was going to change that. Not even being told not to see her again, for she was Darius' star. Its not that hard to find another record label, he thought. But was he going to risk his whole career for a girl he hasn't even known an hour?

Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak, I don't know why
Baby, your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I'm dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I'm into you

Listening to those word, he somehow knew they were for him. So risk it or play it safe? Yes, he was was always a thrill seeker and this could be his biggest one every. It was to be the best, he was sure. She was becoming his everything. He would find a way to keep his girl and his record contract with Mills Production. He was Tom Quincy, he could work anythinng out. A twinge of uncertainty went through him as he looked up at Jude.

Song: Your Eyes by Alexz Johnson

So's you know I do hint about my other stories in the ones that are already published. It makes it so much more fun for me.

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Thanks, Eternita14. I'm an awesome nerd! Keeping up the Tommy Torture since 6/10/07.