Sorry it's been a while since I've updated this one. Apparently, you have to do actual work in college. Who know? Anyways, I hope everyone is pleased here and the next couple of chapters will deal with the party, of which the next chapter will be very Jommy-centric, and I'll leave you with a cliffhanger at the end of the party that will eventually bring Tommy and Spiederman together to work for the greater good- Nic. As always, much love to the reviewers. I love you like an old lady loves orthopedic shoes (if you can tell me what story that's from that I wrote, I'll give you some spoilers).

"Unless you're here to ravish me senseless, this is so not fair," Spiederman complained.

She set her Victoria's Secret tote bag on his dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. "I only wore this to get you to listen to me." Once she was dressed in her normal clothes, she turned to him.

"I wanted to listen!" he cried. "You wouldn't take my calls!"

"Blah, blah, blah," she sighed. "I wasn't really sure why I was coming over here, but then I got here and thought, 'why the hell am I the one feeling stupid when it should be him?' I mean, I kissed you and ran, not the other way around."

"Way to hit a sick guy when he's down," he murmured, sliding back down onto his pillows.

She rolled her eyes. "Can I talk for like, four seconds without you interrupting? Now I see why Tommy finds you so annoying sometimes. Look, I shouldn't have just run away when I kissed you, but I was a little unnerved. I mean, look at my situation. I just got out of an abusive relationship and I'm a little vulnerable right now."

"Well, if you think I was trying to take advantage of that, you seriously misjudged me," he snapped bitterly. "I was just trying to be nice."

"I know!" she exclaimed. "It may be unconventional, but I am trying to apologize here, so can I finish? Look, I'm sorry for leaving like that, I just hoped you'd understand." She motioned that he could talk again.

"Actually, I didn't," he admitted. "So, I went back to the house upset, but then I talked to Olivia and she sort of shed light on the situation."

Nic smirked and sat down on the edge of his bed. "Old people tend to be smarter than we are."

"Yeah, I guess," he sighed. "Anyways, I apologize if I did anything to make you feel vulnerable yesterday cause I would never want that."

"It's fine," she assured him, crawling up to lay next to him. "Now, it's 4:30 and Bring It On Again is playing on Comedy Central and we're going to watch it." She wrapped herself in his cover. "And don't get me sick; models don't get sick."

"No promises," he laughed lightly, changing the channel. "Is this a cheerleader movie?"

"Yes," she confirmed. "And it's completely looked over because it's a sequel and they usually suck. Actually, it does suck but I love lame-o movies."

He grinned. "A girl after my own heart; Wally and Kyle cringe every time I make them watch Ghostbusters 2 because it's so bad that it's good."

"Ick," she gagged. "Not good. Something more like From Justin to Kelly."

"Seriously?" he replied. "You spent money on that movie? I didn't think anyone did."

"Well, I had planned on seeing Wrong Turn in theaters, but I was with a friend who wasn't 17 yet cause she's younger than me and they wouldn't let me buy her ticket, so we chose Justin to Kelly. It's bad, with the choreographed singing and cheesy plot lines, but I watch it about once every few months."

Spiederman shook his head slowly. "I'm so disappointed. Just when I thought you were someone I could respect, you throw this at me."

"Have you ever even seen it?" she wondered. "No, probably not, so no complaining."

"Whatever," he mumbled. "I can't believe I'm gonna watch a cheerleader movie."

"At least you get to do it with a supermodel lying in bed next to you," she whispered as they movie started.

He smirked. "Good point."

Half an hour later, Nic was sleeping and tightly snuggled up next to him. Spiederman was just falling asleep when the door opened and Wally and Kyle walked in.

"Shh," he warned, nodding to her.

"How'd that happen?" Kyle asked quietly as he took a Gatorade from the refrigerator.

"She showed up a little while after Jude left, wearing this hot as hell lingerie set, which obviously shut me up, then proceeded to get dressed and we talked it out."

Wally scoffed. "Very effective of her." He glanced at the TV. "I'm not even going to ask what you're watching."

"Bring It On Again," Spiederman explained. "The second part in the trilogy."

"Too bad we missed it," Kyle chuckled. "Well, we finished our parts on 'Supermodels and Wife Beaters' today with Kwest, so it just needs your vocals and guitar."

"Okay," Spiederman yawned. "Now if you two will excuse us, we're taking a nap." He shut off the television and closed his eyes.

Nic woke up to the moon shining through the window over her head and smiled. Even though he was sick and breathing directly on, she was happy things had been resolved with Spiederman and could easily see them being good friends. And someday, possibly more, if he was lucky.

"You're not being fair to him," Kyle mused from his seat in their kitchen which was open to Spiederman's sleeping area. "Coming here, half naked, and then sleeping with him like that for four hours? Not cool, even for a supermodel."

She carefully sat up to look at him. "I'm not trying to taunt him, Kyle. It just happened. We were watching a movie, it's cold here, and I fell asleep. Sue me for being close to him to stay warm."

"Just be careful," he advised. "The poor guy can't handle rejection, especially if it comes from you of all people. Meeting you is like his dream come true."

"Well, I assure you, I have only good intentions," Nic murmured. "There's a good chance I won't involve myself in another relationship until I'm 30."

"Whatever you say," he said, walking down the stairs.

Nic looked back at the sleeping boy beside her. And he definitely looked like a little boy. His hair was unusually out of place, his cheeks were bright red, and he was wearing a faded Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sweatshirt. She smiled down at him and picked up her Sidekick to call Tommy.

"Nic, what are you doing?" he immediately demanded upon answering. "Jude said you left here wearing underwear!"

"Calm down," she smirked. "I have real clothes on now and I only did that to get his attention because I was afraid that after avoiding him all day, he'd do the same to me."

He muttered something under his breath on his end. "Just don't do anything stupid, okay? Darius got in touch with the LAPD today and they're sending a detective up on Sunday to get your statement and figure out the best way to deal with Jordan."

"Great," she replied dryly. "I'm pumped."

"Well, are you going to watch the fashion show there, here, or at G-Major where Darius has planned a big gathering for it?"

She jumped out of the bed, causing Spiederman to wake up. "Oh, my God, the fashion show! Tell Jude to bring me something better than sweats to wear and we'll all meet you at G!" She hung up. "We gotta go. My fashion show is on in half an hour."

"Calm down," he said quickly, getting light-headed as he stood up. "We'll make it on time, I promise."

He drove to G-Major, with Wally and Kyle barely making it into his Jeep in time, faster than ever and they got there with ten minutes to spare.

"I didn't think you were coming," Darius mused. "I hate throwing parties for people that go unappreciated."

"Sorry," Nic apologized, taking the bag of clothes Jude handed her. "It's been a long week."

After a quick change, she settled onto one of the couches between Tommy and Spiederman just as Darius dimmed the lights and everyone quieted down.

"I love the backstage stuff," Portia gushed. "I love backstage of fashion shows cause they're so well-put together but backstage is a nightmare."

"So, Nic, you're currently dating Jordan Avery," the host, Samantha Harris from Dancing with the Stars, said on-screen. "Is he your celebrity crush or is there someone else? Everyone else claims you secretly have things for rock stars."

"That's true," Nic confirmed on the TV. "I've loved Justin Timberlake since I was a child and I'm a big fan of Pete Wentz, actually. These days, I'm also really into music by the Spiederman Mind Explosion."

"Any crushes within that band?" Samantha wondered.

Nic, who was wearing a pink silk robe over the mysterious Diamond Bra, grinned. "Umm, I don't know? I've met Justin and Pete, so it's easier to have crushes on guys I know. I've never met the SME boys, but they all have certain things about them that I would find attractive."

Samantha noticed a shiny strap under the robe. "Is that the Diamond Bra? What can we expect of it?"

"Fabulousness," Nic answered. "That's all I have to say about that."

"Okay, Forrest Gump," Tommy teased as the interview went black and then opened to the runway, which was themed as Alice in Wonderland for the first set.

Britney Spears rose from the stage while the opening music to her comeback hit, "Gimme More," began and she started singing. Alessandra Ambrosio appeared first, wearing a pink and purple striped silk lingerie set designed to look like the Cheshire Cat.

"What character were you wearing?" Jude wondered as Adriana Lima came out as the Queen of Hearts. "Alice?"

"Boring," Nic replied, nodding at Karolina Kurkova who strutted as the lead character in a corset made to look like the blue and white dress, complete with the black bow in her hair. "She got that one. I, on the other hand, was given options and I picked the Mad Hatter."

On stage, small eruptions went off as Britney went into the chorus and Nic appeared, wearing a yellow and green bra-and-underwear set, topped off with the top hat and the '10/6' card on the bill.

"Wow," Sadie breathed. "You look amazing. I'm so jealous."

"Thanks," Nic beamed. "It takes a lot of effort to look that way, but I'm pleased."

"Me, too," Spiederman agreed.

The show went from Alice in Wonderland, to a fairy theme, to NFL teams, and finally ended with the parade of lingerie that led to the Diamond Bra.

"Oh."

"My."

"God."

Sadie, Portia, and Jude stared as Nic walked, or more like danced, down the catwalk wearing a bra covered in Harry Winston diamonds, matched with silver panties and 5-inch Pierre Hardy heels.

"How much did that cost?" Jude wondered.

"I think it was estimated at like, $4.5 million," Nic guessed. "But I have no actual idea."

Tommy scoffed. "I love that you can wear a bra that's probably insured for $10 million and pretend like it's nothing."

"Well, considering I put it on two minutes before I debuted it and was immediately ripped out of it, it didn't really matter," she explained. "I was watched by like, eight security guards the entire time I was wearing it."

Kyle was shaking his head from his seat on the floor in front of the TV. "I'm still disappointed you supported the Dallas Cowboys. Hello, New England?"

"That's who I wanted," Nic assured him, "but Gisele agreed to one last show and since she's dating Tom Brady, she naturally wore his jersey. I settled for Tony Romo, who is also quite good-looking."

"Well, that does it for the 15th annual Victoria's Secret Fashion Show from New York City," Samantha Harris announced. "Nic Hill stole the show and I'm sure that by tomorrow morning, she'll be the most searched female on Yahoo! and Google. From New York City, I'm Samantha Harris."

"That was better than last year," Tommy decided. "More organized."

Darius nodded. "Britney even sang live and it was pretty good; I'm impressed."

"Do you really think you'll be the most-searched female tomorrow?" Kwest asked. "I mean, Britney Spears did do a good job."

"Maybe so," Nic agreed, "but she wasn't almost completely naked the entire time the way I was."

"Touché," Portia laughed. "Well, gang, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have a date."

"You do?" Darius said. "With who?"

Portia shrugged mysteriously. "I'll tell you about him if things go well." She winked and left the studio.

"I had no idea Portia was seeing anyone," Sadie mused. "She usually tells me that stuff."

"Me, too," Darius agreed.

Nic glanced over at him. "Aww, Dar, does it make you sad that your baby sister doesn't tell you about everything in her life anymore? I mean, she is 27-years-old."

"He and Tommy should start a club," Jude decided. "For those who like to decide what is and isn't right for their younger sisters."

"Very funny," Tommy muttered. "We just like to look out for them."

"Or dictate our lives," Nic murmured under her breath. "So, who wants to tell me what they're wearing to the party?"

"Why don't you?" Sadie suggested.

Nic considered. "Well, I'd planned on keeping it a secret, but secrets, I've learned, don't make friends, so I'll just tell. I'm going as Carrie Bradshaw."

"Who?" Wally wondered.

"Duh," Kyle said in a very feminine voice. "Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City? Don't be dumb, Wallace."

"Ooh, that's good," Jude said. "Tommy and I are going as Veronica and Ron from Anchorman."

Spiederman's face lit up. "Can we go as Brian, Brick, and Champ? Please?!"

Tommy sighed. "I thought I heard you mention going at the Three Musketeers?"

"That's boring," Spiederman whined. "We'd be a great Brian, Brick, and Champ. We practically know all of their lines."

"Oh, let them do it," Nic put in. "He's so cute when he whines."

"Fine," Tommy finally agreed. "You can come as those three guys."

"Yes!" Wally cheered. "I'm totally Brian."

Nic looked to Spiederman. "You seem like a Brick kind of guy."

"I am," he confirmed. "I do the 'I love lamp' scene just about perfect."

"I'm sure," she smirked. "So, gang, it's late and I think I'm gonna head home. Jude, Tommy, that means you're going home, too, cause I need a ride." She turned to Spiederman. "Actually, you have to take me back to your place to get Jude's car so I can go home."

He stood up, held out a hand, and lifted her from her seat. "Then let's go."

As they walked away, Kwest looked at Tommy who was watching them with great intensity. "Calm down, they'll be fine."

"I don't know," Sadie interrupted. "I can see Nic giving into him already."

"Do not say that," Tommy demanded. "I can't tell her I don't want her to date him, but I can certainly tell you all that."

Kyle chucked lightly from his place on the floor. "Calm down. Spied would wet himself before he ever got the courage to ask her out on a date."

"Who said Spied has to be the one who asks?" Jude mused.

"Don't," Tommy warned as Darius ushered everyone to the doors. "Just don't."