Since I Don't Have You

Chapter 3: This Isn't Right, Is It?

Jude's POV. I didn't expect this kind of response to this story. We'll see if you still want to read it after this chapter. Please review at least once during the story. I don't ask much.

I'm posting early because Cheechoo is back on the ice!!!! Lets go Sharks!!

Disclaimer is on my profile page.


The sun was beating through the window. I turned away only to come in contact with something that squeaked. I opened my eyes to see a green stuffed elephant staring back at me with its one remaining eye. I frowned at it, I've never had a stuffed elephant before. I opened my eyes wider to see the sunlight bouncing off of my mirror. How long have I had a mirror there?

I dragged myself up to see the subtle pink on the walls. Pink? Who painted my room? If this is some kind of sick joke...

I saw a robe lying at the foot of my bed, so I grabbed it and put it on as quickly as I could. I opened my door – has that always been there?- and went into the hallway. Wallpaper? That's not normal. I took the stairs slowly to be sure I wasn't in some crazy dream where I'd fall through the steps if I don't hold onto the railing.

I could smell bacon cooking in the kitchen. The sounds of sizzling snared me. Mom never cooks bacon. I padded into the room. I leaned around a corner to see what was going on. Mom had her hair up neatly in a bun, a frilly pink apron secured around her waist, over her black and white polka dot dress. "Mom?"

"Good morning Dear," She smiled brightly. She's never this happy in the morning. "Why aren't you dressed? School starts soon."

"Its summer," I stated as I looked at the bacon in the pan. Being with SME for so long has me craving meat. Not just any meat, fried meat. I could feel myself starting to salivate.

"Its the first day. And you're starting a new school. You won't want to be late." She flashed me wide grin, nearly giving me a heart attack. No one should be this happy or this awake at this time of morning.

"Where's Dad and Sadie?" I asked as I took in the cheery yellow walls.

"Your father's at work and Sadie should be getting ready for school. Hurry up so you can have breakfast," she patted me on the rear to get me going. Isn't that considered child abuse?

I nodded and left to get back to that -my?- room. The pink, as subtle as it is, was still as overpowering as before. I got to the closet and saw what I have to choose from. Who changed my wardrobe? Did my manager want to change my image?

I found a pair of jeans and put them on along with a white t-shirt. I left my hair the way it was, when did I go blonde? I haven't been blonde since I was eleven. This is crazy! Okay, calm. I need to stay calm. I went back downstairs, much quicker this time. I got to the kitchen to see my mom putting the last bit of scrambled eggs on a plate.

"Jude! What are you wearing?!" I looked down at my clothes and shrugged. "You're not wearing blue jeans to school. Go change. Hurry up now." I don't have anything to wear! I'll look like an idiot in the stuff in my closet.

Take two. I pulled out a rather large skirt. Is it supposed to be that puffed out on the bottom? How many sweater sets am I supposed to own?! I pulled out a soft blue sweater and placed it on the bed. I guess that will go with the black skirt.

I looked over to see a vanity full of makeup. Something familiar, finally. I picked up the products and applied them accordingly. At least I don't look like I'm scared half outta my mind. I found the bathroom across the hall and washed the powder clinging to my hands off and went to go back downstairs.

I looked around at the furniture, the outrageous colors around the room. Why is pink such a popular color? I entered the kitchen, looking around for any hint of what the year was. I sat in the closest seat, continuing my search of the year. Mom walked up and place a large helping of food in front of me. There's enough here to feed Kyle and Wally.

"Can't I just have a pop tart?"

"Jude," She was smiling through her confusion. "Even if I knew what that was, no. Eat your eggs." She poured a glass of milk and set the pitcher in front of me. "Hurry up now, you have to leave in ten minutes." She said after a few minutes when she noticed I didn't touch my food.

"Morning Mom," Sadie said as she bounced into the room taking the seat next mine. Grabbing a glass of juice. Mom came back over with a half of grapefruit. Why does she get that and I'm stuck with the half a pig on a plate?

"Jude," she sneered slightly as she dug into her fruit. Mom sat across from Sadie with the other half of the fruit. I looked down at my food disgustedly and unwillingly ate the eggs. Two slice of bacon later and I didn't want to hear the word food again.

"Something the matter Jude? You hardly touched you breakfast," hardly touched it? I ate all the eggs, two piece of bacon, a slice of toast, and drank half of the milk. I'm a human girl, not a elephant girl.

"I'm just nervous about starting school." Did that sound believable? I'm guessing it did, she gave me a sympathetic smile. Reaching across the table she patted my hand and pulled away quickly.

"Speaking of which, you two better get going." She stood and took the plates from the table.

Two? I thought Sadie graduated. "Right, come on Jude," Sadie pulled on my arm to get me out of the chair.

"Have a good day girls," she called as Sadie dragged me out of the house. I looked around at all the houses. This looks like the neighborhood I grew up in but a lot brighter. There's green, not brown, grass. The houses look new, and there are no crack in the sidewalk for me to trip over.

"Keep your distance from me. Walk at least ten feet in front of me." That would be fine with me if I knew where I was going. Maybe its the same as when I'm at home. This kinda is my home, but I mean the decade I grew up in.

"Just go," I rolled my eyes and bent over to retie my saddle shoe. I have to admit, these are really cute. I'm not fond of the skirt, but I'm loving the shoes.

I looked up to see Sadie going in the direction of the school. So far its in the same direction as home. I followed her, semi-close, not giving her reason to yell at me. I looked around at the others making their way to school. They all looked familiar, just like the kids I went to school with, back in the twenty first century.

I glanced back to see a tall, gangly looking boy. If I wasn't mistaken I'd think it was Jamie. I shook my head at the thought and continued on my way.

I didn't notice how close I was to Sadie until I bumped into her. "What are you doing?" She hissed as she faced me. "I told you, ten feet," can I just slap her now and get it over with? She seems worse than usual.

Going up the stairs I heard a loud rumbling in the direction of the parking lot. I looked, along with everyone else, at the black motorcycle coming to a stop by a car full of guys in leather jackets. This is so Grease, its not even funny.

So that would mean he's Danny Zuko. So where's Sandy? I watched as he got off of his bike and took off his sunglasses. Oh my... that's Tommy. Or Tommy's father? So Sadie is Sandy. Makes sense. She's blonde, her name starts with a 'S'.

Hello, so are you.

My name doesn't start with a 'S'.

No, but you're blonde!

Why am I having conversations with myself? But I need to tell myself off now. I know I'm blonde, I pointed that out earlier. Plus Tommy doesn't like me that way anymore. He wants Sadie. Phew, I'm glad I shut myself up. O-kay.

I looked back at the Tommy lookalike briefly, he was staring up at me. A smirk forming on his lips. Great he sees me as a conquest. I already know Sadie has dibs on him. I think the whole Tommy drama is going to repeat itself. Or is what happened to me before the repeat?

I rolled my eyes and walked into the building and to the office. Registering was easy. I got my schedule and headed towards my first class. The teacher sat me in the remaining seat, in the back corner. I didn't pay much attention to the person next to me until I heard him laugh.

"Spied?" I looked at him and his slicked back hair. He was one of the guys in the car Tommy pulled up next to. He can't be part of Tommy's gang. Him and Kyle and Wally? But they hate him.

"How do you know my name?" Please, I know your first name. Uh-oh I need an excuse.

"How can she not know your name?" Kyle piped in at the right moment. Great another smirk, this one from Spied. If he hits on me I'm going to hit him.

He was leaning towards me, the smirk still firmly in place. "No, she's Tom's." Wally tried his best to whisper but it didn't work. Wait, I'm Tommy's? Oh, I'm territory. Maybe it will keep all the other idiots away from me. It worked at getting Spied away from me.

Why does Tommy want me? Sadie is his type, not me. Well he is in high school, so maybe it's because we're closer in age than back in my time.

I didn't notice class ended until I saw everyone heading for the door. I gathered my things and followed the others. Spied, for some odd reason stayed by my side. The look of lust in his eyes. Hey now, they said I was Tommy's

"Where are you going next?" He asked, moving closer to me as he did. I told him and he said that was his next class and that he'd walk me. Whatever floats your boat buddy.

"So why do you all wear matching jackets?" I smiled coyly as I walked to my next class. I knew that answer but I wanted to hear someone say why.

"I belong to a gang," he said nonchalantly, shrugging lightly.

"A gang? Are you the leader?" Why am I flirting with him?

"No," he admitted grudgingly. "Tom is. Even though I should be." His bitterness was palpable as he spoke about Tommy.

"Why aren't you?" Did I just bat my eyelashes? I've watched one too many episodes of Lucy. That's it! This is all a horribly realistic dream. I'm going to wake up any minute now at home with everyone all twenty first century.

"I'm just waiting to take over. Tom won't know what hit him." Is he going to kill him? And why is he telling me this?

If I wasn't sure I was dead, I'd faint right about now.


Review please!

The 50's have always been my favorite era. So you'll be getting a mix of all the popular movies and TV shows in this. Inspiration came from I Love Lucy, Crybaby, Gidget, Pleasantville, and so on. Even the title is from a 50's song.

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