A/N: First things first.-hands chocolateelephantz E-shaped pancakes with extra maple syrup- MOVING ON. This is PART FOUR. We are well on our way, guys. The chapters are based on different sections of lyrics from the song Konstantine by Something Corporate. Please review. I work really hard on this. I do. I think I deserve reviews for the work I've done. I got very few for the last chapter, yet I had TONS of hits. I get that sometimes you just don't have anything to say or no time, but try and drop a line, alright? I really appreciate it.

DISCLAIMER: Instant Star is not mine, and neither is Konstantine, which belongs to Something Corporate.

Part Four

Jude was back again. The tour was a long one, and because of it, a few breaks in Toronto had been scheduled, such as the one she was currently on for two days.

She met Tommy at the same coffee shop as before. It was, however, planned this time. Not planned through words, but both of them knew they would meet each other there. It was a routine for when she was home. Meet by chance at the café, and spend time together.

Sipping a mocha, Jude smiled a bit hesitantly upon seeing him. It was a pattern, and despite the fact that they always saw each other when she was on leave, nothing was ever resolved between them. No, they never moved forward. They were always running towards each other until they met up at standstill.

"My place?" Jude asked.

Tommy nodded his approval.

Back at Jude's house, Tommy questioned, "Where's your dad this time?"

Jude smiled bitterly. "He's staying at his girlfriend's for the weekend. If you could call her that."

"Yvette again?" Tommy guessed.

"Unfortunately."

The talked, skirting around any personal topics, discussing anything from music to what blasphemy the press was currently printing about them and their friends.

"I read in one of those damn tabloids that Speiderman married Karma! I mean, come on, how far from the truth can that be? These rumors are just getting unreasonable," said Tommy.

Jude laughed in deep amusement. "Um…that actually happened."

"WHAT?"

"It was an accident."

Tommy gaped at her. "How do you get married by accident?"

"Paegan Smith was involved," Jude explained shortly.

"Ah," he began, "Somehow…that actually explains everything."

Jude chuckled. There was a pause in the conversation, neither really knowing what to say. What was there to say? Jude fiddled with the hem of her shirt, feeling Tommy's gaze on her, not looking up to meet his eyes. Meeting his eyes would mean change, and they were safer at a standstill.

Jude spoke, "You want a glass of wine?"

"You sure alcohol is a good idea? You're not even of legal drinking age."

"I am in Quebec! Besides, it'll take the edge off." She raised an eyebrow. "God knows the two of us could use it now and again."

Tommy scoffed but nodded his head in agreement.

After the first few glasses of wine, Tommy and Jude began to loosen up around one another. After finishing the bottle, they were pretty damn open. Alcohol flooded Jude's system, and every graze of Tommy's hand across her leg as he reached for something, every brush of his arm against hers, was like an electric shock, setting her nerves on fire. Her body was warm, and her mind was pleasantly cloudy. Jude felt more alive than she had in months. And Tommy drank even more than she did.

It was no wonder they wound up in bed together.

Well, not so much bed as couch.

The territory was comfortable – familiar in the best possible way. It was like coming home after a vacation gone wrong. It was like learning to breathe again. It was hazy and surreal and crystal-clear all at once. It left both Tommy and Jude spent physically and emotionally. Tommy's touch was Jude's Achilles' heel, and vice versa.

The next morning, Jude awoke in Tommy's arms, sprawled across the couch in her living room. Her head was throbbing like a bitch, and she quickly got up, slid last night's tee over her head, and pulled her underwear on. She glanced at Tommy's sleeping form and smiled a bit sadly. Jude headed upstairs to her bathroom and grabbed a bottle of Motrin to help with her headache, and the one Tommy was sure to awake with, as well.

Jude slowly walked down the staircase, still a bit woozy from the prior night's events. She glanced into the living room, surprised to find a wide-awake Tommy eyeing her from the sofa. He was giving her that look that he had given her so many times before. The one that made her squirm and melt. The one that broke her heart in the best possible sense. The one so full of unadulterated passion that it occasionally scared her. Jude fiddled with the hem of her t-shirt, a habit she'd apparently begun to develop around him. Despite the fact that he'd seen her in less, Jude felt self-conscious in the thin fitted t-shirt and lacey boy shorts.

Sensing her discomfort, Tommy smiled at her and spoke, "Are those pain killers, girl? Because I could definitely use something for this headache."

She nodded, and they both took a few pills. Jude sighed, "Last night was…good."

Tommy closed his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, it was good."

Jude's voice almost broke, "But you regret it, don't you?"

Tommy looked Jude straight in her eyes. "I could never regret being with you." He looked down. "But it shouldn't happen again. There's still so much out there the world has to offer you."

"I'd rather have you."

Tommy shrugged. "I know," he finally admitted. "But you shouldn't."

Jude spoke resignedly, a sliver of a smile on her face. "I'll go back on tour, and everything will be just as it was. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop loving you."

"And it doesn't change the fact that I'm never going to be good enough for you," Tommy muttered.

"You are," Jude replied. "You are good enough. You just can't see it." She continued with confidence, "One day you will. And then this will work. We'll work."

Tommy dressed and kissed Jude chastely on the forehead. "Goodbye, girl."

Jude smiled inwardly. "I'll see you around, Tommy."

- - - - -

And then you bring me home
'Cause we both know what it's like to be alone, no
And I'm dreaming in your living room
But we don't have much room
To live

And Konstantine is walking down the stairs
Doesn't she look good
Standing in her underwear?
And I was thinking, what I was thinking
But we've been drinking
And it doesn't get me anywhere


End Part Four.

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