"Live and let live, Jude." Marcie told her. "If you continue to fret over this, it'll only make you mental."
Jude rolled over, looking at the computer screen. She wanted Marcie to be able to read her expression, she didn't want to say the words out loud, she didn't want to admit it.
"Oh." The girl laughed, "You are mental."
Jude watched as she threw her head back in laugher. It was hard for her to find the humor in the whole situation. She had just spent the last twenty minutes reliving the last few days at G Major, the vibe she got from Tommy, that he himself was trying to avoid her. She had only spoken with him twice since the night she forgot her cell phone. She knew that it was better if they stayed away from each other, the tabloids had been out of control and so had the rumors, they were so out of control she had been getting personal calls from Dylan, and that was never a good sign.
"I told you, I said I shouldn't come back here." Jude reminded her of the day in the airport. "We should have taken off for Thailand, spend two months on the beach."
"Jude." The girl sighed, looking back at her thought the screen. Her dark eyes matched perfectly to her almost black hair. "I'm not a rock star, I'm a teacher, I couldn't have left, my kids would go bonkers without me, which you clearly have."
"I'm in my right mind." Jude pushed all her hair to one side, wanting to convince herself of that statement. It hadn't been easy in London, to get over Tommy, to push him out of her mind and heart enough to allow someone else in. But she had done it, she had let Ozzie in over a year ago, but she knew, deep down, there was part of her heart she was still keeping guarded. "Ugh." She sighed out of pure frustration. "What is wrong with me?"
"We could start with that shirt, and end with that picture I see. " Marcie said as her face grew bigger and her eyes squinted, she was leaning in.
Jude turned to see what was behind her, the picture of her and Tommy was sitting back up right. She sighed, rolling her eyes as she looked back at her friend. "I didn't have time to pack things up before I left."
"And since you've been back? It's almost been a week, and you've been sleeping next to that." Marcie smiled. "But you know, maybe that's the point, you didn't have time to pack things up."
"What do you mean?" Jude wondered.
"You left, you pretty much ran away from an engagement, you willingly jumped into. You dealt with him being in Canada while you here, but you never dealt with what it would be like being around him again." She explained.
Jude thought, Marcie made sense; it was easy to deal with feelings when she didn't have to see the person, but now, seeing him and being around him, it made everything feel different.
"No offense, because you know I adore you, but you're starting to sound like a wanker, not a rock star." Marcie was always quick with the insults. "Do you want to be the girl that cares, or the girl that blows everyone's minds and ears?"
"Mind blowing." Jude knew that hands down, that was what she had always wanted. That was why she had left, she just wanted to be a rock star.
"Then don't worry about Little Tommy Q anymore, go to the studio, hold your head high, and produce the bloody hell out of those songs." Marcie's voice was strong. "Then get back here, because it the parties aren't parties without you."
"I might be the sweetest thing you've said all night." Jude laughed.
"I only speak the truth." She smiled.
"You're the best, I love you." Jude said sitting up on her bed.
"Of course." Marcie smiled, giving a small wave before Jude's screen went blank.