Later that night, after Sadie and Kwest had gone back to Sadie and Jude's to pack for their honeymoon, Jude agreed to let Spiederman take her home.

"So, you seemed to ease up on Tommy throughout the night," he noted, unlocking his blue Jeep Wrangler. "What's up with all that?"

"How can I really hold it against him when his sister died and he's suddenly got to be responsible for her daughter?" she asked, climbing in and buckling her seatbelt. "He's just doing what's right for Sophia; she's his biggest responsibility now. He can't just be all about himself anymore."

"Like he wasn't totally all about you when he was producing your first two albums?" Spiederman joked, pulling out in front of Wally who blasted his horn. "I mean, sure, he dated Sadie and you dated Jamie and Shay and that really good-looking guy named Vincent Spiederman, but it's not like the connection between you and any of us or him and her was ever as hot as it still is between you and him."

"I know," she nodded quietly. "He was telling me about his sister and he was just so sad so I hugged him and an instant shock went through my entire body and weirdly, I think he felt it, too."

Spiederman shrugged. "I'm sure he did. Look, dude, you're my closest buddy, so I'm gonna be straight with you here: you and Tommy are just as in love as Sadie and Kwest, maybe even more. Your only problem is the fact that you're both so complex that you can't just sit down and work it out like normal human beings."

"I'm getting a lesson from you on how to be a normal human being?" she teased. "You, who would put 20 tacks at a time into Wally and Kyle's beds on the bus to see who felt them first? I feel like I'm in the twilight zone." She looked out the window. "Oh, on Monday, round up the boys to come over and move me from the house to my apartment. Wally, Kyle, Jamie, and Patsy."

"You got it," he nodded, pulling onto the highway. "Am I taking you to your house tonight?"

"Umm, yeah," she nodded. "Sadie and Kwest are staying at a hotel for obvious reasons and all my stuff is still at home."

They rode mostly in silence, singing along with the old Cake CD playing on his stereo. Jude liked spending time with Spiederman when he wasn't around Wally and Kyle cause he didn't act like he was five the whole time. He could talk to her about stuff without making farting noises and mocking everything she said.

"So, you alright here by yourself?" he asked, pulling up in front of the house she had grown up in. "Do you need the Dark Lord Spiederman to protect you?"

"I think I'll be okay," she rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Spied, and I'll see you here Monday morning around 9:30." She got out and walked inside.

When her mom had remarried Don, she'd sold the house and Stuart Harrison, Jude and Sadie's dad, had bought it. He still lived in his condo and with Sadie being married, Jude decided to just sell it and move on. It was sad. She'd played her first guitar in her bedroom, had her first 'kiss' with Jamie in that living room. The kitchen was the sight of her first breakdown from her sudden fame, and it was the basement where she'd realized that Tommy wasn't gonna call. The house was home, but now, it was time to get on with her life.

Suddenly, her thoughts were jarred by the ringing phone.

"Hello?" she answered, taking the cordless up to her bedroom.

"Don't forget to be here at 7:15," Sadie said on her end. "Our flight leaves at 9:30."

"I know," Jude assured her. "Do you mind if we hang up though? It's 2:30 and I've gotta get up in four hours."

"Okay," Sadie laughed. "Good night." She hung up.

Jude put the phone on her dresser and changed out of her dress into a pair of flannel shorts and an old t-shirt she didn't recognize. It was baggy on her, so it wasn't hers, and it smelled distinct. Tommy. Now she remembered. She'd been at his place one night during the recording of her second album, working on lyrics, and she'd gotten hot in her sweater so he'd given her the t-shirt and she had never returned it.

The following morning, she threw on a pair of ripped jeans, a fitted Rolling Stones long-sleeved shirt, and brushed her hair and teeth. On her way out of the house, she grabbed her bag and loaded it into her 1967 Mustang convertible Darius had fixed up as a gift for her second album getting finished. On her way to the hotel, she stopped at Starbucks for an iced latte and when she arrived at the Ritz, Sadie and Kwest were waiting outside with all their bags.

"I was gonna call when I got here," she told them, helping Sadie put her luggage in the trunk. "It's only ten after."

"Well, we're a little excited," Sadie replied. "I mean, a week in Tahiti? How awesome is that?"

Kwest smiled at his wife and helped her into the car before jumping into the back. "So, Jude, are you gonna wait until we get back to move?"

"No, I'm doing it tomorrow," she explained. "I've got SME, Jamie, Patsy, and Tommy to help. I might even coax Darius into coming over with a nice apartment warming gift."

"Yeah, so how do you feel about being down the hall from Tommy?" Sadie asked, finding an old Madonna song on the radio.

"Well, when he told me, I wasn't too weirded out by it," Jude admitted. "I mean, he's gonna come and produce me again, so it's not like I won't be around him all day, everyday anyways."

"True," Kwest nodded. "What do you think of Sophie?"

"She's a doll," Jude gushed. "Her curly hair is so cute and she looks like he spoils the life out of her. Which reminds me, I want a niece or nephew, you know?"

"How do you feel about a possible step-daughter?" Kwest muttered under his breath."Huh?" Jude asked, unable to understand him.

"Nothing!" he answered. "We'll do what we can."

When they got to the airport, Jude stopped at the drop-off zone, quickly parked her car, and got out to help them load their suitcases onto a cart.

"Alright, I'll see you in a week," Jude sighed, hugging her sister. "I love you and have fun." She hugged Kwest. "Don't let her drink the water down there; it's bad for the reproduction cycle," she whispered in his ear. "Seriously."

"I promise," he smiled, following Sadie into the airport.