Chapter Nine Pre Madonna

I was having a lazy Saturday. The cartoons were playing in front of me as I slurped the milk in my cereal bowl. Sadie walked in and scowled.

"You are so disgusting!" I ignored her and continued watching my cartoons. Sadie stared at me a few minutes before disappearing into the kitchen. The phone rang, but I ignored it.

"Jude could you answer that?" My mom yelled from the computer. I ignored her as well.

The next thing I knew my family was standing in front of the TV. I tried to look around them.

"What?" I asked innocently. Sadie scoffed.

"Like you don't know!" I gave her a blank look. She threw her hands up in the air.

"I knew this would happen! Little Miss TV Star doesn't want to do anything the "little" people can do, am I right?" I just looked at her.

"Actually I was just trying to enjoy my Saturday by watching cartoons, like I do every weekend." I answered. My dad laughed. Sadie glared at him and stormed out of the room. My mom gave him a dirty look.

"Stuart it's not funny. Sadie's right. Ever since last night, Jude has been acting a little stuck up." I rolled my eyes. Why couldn't anyone see that nothing had changed?

My parents started arguing and I took it as my cue to leave. I walked over to Jamie's.

Jamie happened to be outside working on his car.

"Engine troubles?" I asked smartly. Jamie gave me a look.

"Nana bought me this stupid car, and I can't get it to run." I sat down on his doorstep.

"Did you try filling it with gas?" I asked. I knew next to nothing about cars. I had never aspired to be a Nascar pit bunny.

"Of course I did!" Jamie insisted. I smirked at him. He walked into his garage and grabbed a gas tank.

"So I'm a failure to all guys. I know nothing about cars." I shrugged, patting the seat next to me.

"So join the club! You can be Vice President!" Jamie frowned.

"Girls aren't supposed to know anything about cars. Why can't I be President?" I shook my head.

"I'm already President. And who says girls can't know stuff about cars?" Jamie shrugged.

"I don't know, every male on the planet." I stood up.

"That's your problem Andrews. Stop trying to be like other guys!" I laughed. Jamie grinned back.

"So I saw you on TV last night Miss Harrison. You were amazing, but then again I always thought so!" I looked towards my house.

"Could you try to tell my family that I haven't changed since last night?" Jamie put the gas tank back and shut the hood of his car.

"Why would they think you changed?"

"Because I was being extra lazy today, so of course Princess Sadie decided to use it as ammunition against me by telling Mom I'm acting like a Pre Madonna. And of course Mom, trying to keep the peace, took her side and yelled at me." I rolled my eyes and sat back down. Jamie sat down next to me.

"Well, she'll be thanking you in the future when you're paying for her condo in Florida." I laughed and lightly shoved him.

"Hey, I'm not rolling in the dough yet!" Jamie smiled warmly.

"Yeah, but there's no way that you are not winning this. You are the most talented person on the show, and so far a favorite." I shook my head.

"No, no trust me I am not a crowd favorite. People only like me because I'm the youngest on the show. They don't give one damn about me or my music."

"That's pretty harsh." He laughed then. I stared at him, slightly confused.

"What's so funny?" I asked. Jamie shook his head.

"You should really read the message board Kat started about Eden." I stared him amused.

"She actually started one? I thought she was joking." Jamie shook his head, still laughing.

"No, she actually did it. It's quite amusing you should check it out sometime." I stood up again.

"Yeah, I think that I just might do that." I waved and walked back to my house, hoping that my parents had stopped arguing. There was wishful thinking.