Oops… I didn't realize he told her to meet him in Studio C. Actually, I think that's the crappy studio. I originally had the studios numbered, but then I saw that they lettered them on the show, so I had to change them. But yeah, Tommy blew her off. And he will be in the next chapter… With the rest of Boyz Attack! Hehe! And it's funny because of what Jude tells them in the chapter so she can get in. So they're gonna talk. 'Cause he can't just go to the bathroom and sneak out the window or anything like that. They might have their talk the chapter after this, but I dunno, since I have no idea what the heck they're gonna say to each other. Seriously, no freakin' clue.

And she gets her revenge at the restaurant…lol… Or after she records "Minor Liaison". Hehe. Actually, originally, he was just supposed to turn and go the other way in the hall when he saw her… And work on his album. Oh well. There's still Kwest.

Ah, yes… Even the thought of being a father HORRIFIES Tommy. Which is scary, considering you'd expect him to have like twenty kids and all, but whatever.

Oh, and think of Travis' little monologue like that part in The Breakfast Club where Bender's going on to Claire in the beginning and she screams at him to shut up… It's kinda the same thing, except they have different reactions (Hey, they're even both redheads!). Lord, I love that movie. Hate Bender/Claire together, but LOVE the movie.

Anyways, isn't it weird how both Tommy and Shay, when they're unhappy, both use the really lame "That was so not cool." Phrase, or something similar? 'Cause Shay does it to Eden in Unsweet Sixteen… And Tommy says that to Chaz in All Apologies… And I think one of them says it somewhere else, but I can't remember. Oh well. It's just weird, though, that they have the same habits… Even the nicknaming thing… Nicknaming each other (Saint Tommy and Shay-Shay), Jude (Girl and Shorty… Original, aren't they? They give Jude two nicknames that she already is. Wow. The powers of observation, my friends! They're so original. Really. You can so tell that they've both actually written some of their own lyrics… Like two. That was sarcasm, 'case ya couldn't tell) … Did Tommy ever give Jamie a nickname? I can't remember. Because Shay called him Screech, which I thought was kinda mean on his part, but I feel almost sure that Tommy gave Jamie a similar, sort of disrespecting insulting nickname. Though Shay really aged himself there with the Saved by the Bell reference. I mean, I'm almost sixteen, which is only a year younger than his character, and I haven't seen Saved by the Bell except for a couple times on TBS last summer… I think. It was on after Dawson's Creek… It's odd how similar they are… Both philanderers… Both had early success… Both got successful with Darius managing them… Both teen heartthrobs… Both kissed Jude… Both kissed blondes with bad hair who hate Jude… The list goes on. 'Cept they look completely different, Tommy's hotter, and Tommy's older, and Tommy has way better hair.

Yeah, I know, doesn't it suck being a sophomore? Last year I had fun teachers who got sidetracked all the time, and now all my teachers are so BORING and on point. And it seems like they're locked in a competition to see who can give the most homework. Yay. There's loads of essays and insane amounts of notes to take. Argh.

You'll have to wait a while to actually "hear" Jude's song, though. 'Cause first she has to talk with Tommy and then there's stuff after that and then school and the photo shoots. Booked, isn't she? And yeah, Tommy's mom is creepy… and really blunt and abrupt, which is sorta like Georgia. Except Georgia's sort of… warmer, I guess. Seriously, I had to resist making a Frozen joke here… That's kinda why Tommy's all screwed up. But you'll see that when you get to meet more of his family when it's his birthday (including an aunt, but that's all I'm gonna say… They're a sort of big bunch, but as Tommy is prone to holding grudges, he hates about half of them). And actually, the lyrics are pretty racy. I had to edit one because I was like: "Yeah, that's sorta giving them the wrong idea… And she's only 16." Of course, I'm fifteen and I wrote the lyric, but anyways…lol… I mean, the first verse and the chorus are okay, but that's about it..

Sorry, this chapter's really not that long… Compared to how long the past ones have been. And I literally have nothing written after this, and I have no idea if I'll be able to write any time this week (I'll prolly crack and make time, though. I really can't stand having these ideas just floating around in my head all the time)… So it might take a while for me to update… 'Specially as I'm prone to falling asleep randomly, as I am sleep-deprived and all that… Oh, and I haven't finished my homework yet. But whatever.

I kinda like how Jude acts in this chapter… She's different in it, and it's kind of a type of maturity, I guess… And Tommy's in it! He even talks and everything:)

I do not own Jude, E.J., Tommy, Chaz, Bruno, J.P., the other dude in Boyz Attack, Boyz Attack, Instant Star, Sadie, Shay, "24 Hours"... Or anything else that you recognize that pops up. Per usual, song lyrics are in italics... Now, I'm off to take notes on the Reformation. Yippee:(

First I went outside and hopped in my car, which I noticed was fixed! I so have to thank E.J. for that! For a moment, I wondered if I should change into something more formal than the t-shirt I was wearing. But then I decided, hey, screw it… I'm Jude Harrison, and everyone knows the ripped jeans are as much my signature as my bright red, straight hair.

So I went driving around, looking for Italian restaurants and Tommy's trademark blue Viper. Ah, love that car. That's why my car kind of looks like it. Sorta. So many good memories of that car… And, no, not making out with Tommy in that car! I'm not Sadie!

But, of course, at every restaurant I went to (dozens of them), I did not see his familiar car. So, after an entire hour of driving around, looking for it, I stopped at the first upscale Italian place I saw, throwing my car into park, locking it, and then jumping out.

I raced into the restaurant, nearly bowling over a rich-looking couple. They looked rather peeved that some punk was rushing into this fancy Italian joint. And rush I did… I breezed down the stairs and jumped, practically landing on the front desk. Let me tell you, the guy behind the podium did not look so pleased. The dirty look he gave me. Ugh. It was absolutely horrible.

But I didn't let it get me down.

"Uh, do you have a reservation for Quincy, party of five?" I questioned breathlessly.

The man shook his head no. I exhaled sharply. "Anything starting with Q?"

Again, the man shook his head no. I sighed, vaguely annoyed. "Okay, Blackthorn… Got anything for that, garcon?"

The man looked down at his sheet and… surprisingly… nodded. Then he took in my appearance again. Messy hair, wild eyes, torn jeans, ratty sneakers. He scoffed, probably assuming I was a fan. Which I sort of was.

"Okay, where's the table?" I asked, trying very hard to keep my tone polite and friendly. The man scoffed, giving me an evil look.

"It's a private party. Of five. Not six," He said snootily. I rolled my eyes, trying to think of something that would get me in to see them. It came to me in a flash.

"I'm Chaz' girlfriend and I want to surprise him. It's his birthday, you know…" I said, in what I hoped was a giggly, flirtatious tone. Even if it wasn't, it made me want to throw up. So I guess it was working. Again, the man rolled his eyes, clearly thinking I was another obsessed fan who'd just found out Boyz Attack! was dining there.

My eyes narrowed. I feigned tossing my hair impatiently. Ugh, I was having to act like some pop diva just to see my boyfriend. "Look, I'm Jude Harrison, yes, the one who won Instant Star… So, if you don't mind, I'd like to see my boyfriend, okay?" I snapped impatiently.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave me a look. I rolled my eyes at him. "What, do I have to get your manager? Take me to his damn table. Or what, you want proof?" I threatened. At his look, I pulled my ID out of my wallet, holding it up into his face. He blinked, stared at it for a minute, and then sighed, gesturing for me to follow him.

I did, but none-too happily. He led me through a busy dining hall, then down a narrow hallway, and into a smaller private dining room. I got a lot of weird looks along the way, trust me. And sure enough, in the center of the room, in a giant booth, were Tommy, Chaz, and the guys. I turned to thank the waiter. "Thanks. You can go now."

But he didn't leave. In fact, he followed me to the table. Fine. Looks like I was gonna have to act the part of Chaz' girlfriend. I rolled my eyes at the guy, walking over to Chaz, who looked puzzled.

"Chazzy!" I cried out, throwing my arms around him and kissing him soundly on the cheek. The look on Chaz' face was hilarious. Well, it would've been hilarious if everyone wasn't gaping at me. A second later, when I was sitting on Chaz' lap (trust me, I wasn't thrilled about it either), the waiter left. Snickering, I'm sure. But Tommy (who was sitting opposite Chaz). He looked seriously angry.

Like he was jealous or something. Which is stupid. But he's got issues with Chaz anyways, even without me to add to the mix.

"Jude, why are you sitting on my lap? Not that I mind…" Chaz asked flirtatiously. I rolled my eyes at his antics, shoving him and making him scoot over. Chaz scooted over, throwing his arms over the back of the seat, leaning back comfortably.

"Ugh. Perv. I told that waiter I was your girlfriend to get in here," I replied nonchalantly. I smirked, watching Tommy's eyes flash. Chaz laughed, and the rest of the guys blinked in surprise. One of them, Bruno, I think, spoke up.

"Hey, I thought you were Tom's girl," He exclaimed, confused.

I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning across the table slightly. "Is that what he's been telling you?" I questioned, eyes locking with Tommy's. There was a slightly dangerous look in them, but I could tell he was angry. And, frankly, I enjoyed it. He looks really hot when he's angry. Anyways, he deserves it.

The other guys looked a bit confused, and I decided to get up, remembering that I hadn't properly greeted my so-called boyfriend. I licked my lips and walked over to Tommy, pulling him up and pressing a rather rough kiss to his cheek, caressing his cheek and then patting it once before smiling and sitting down next to Chaz again. I blew Tommy a kiss from across the table, winking at him. The other guys were either staring at me in shock or snickering at Tommy. At the questioning looks, I turned, still smirking.

"I forgot to say hello to my baby," I said smoothly, tossing my hair. The other guys gaped, and then I looked victoriously over to Tommy, who was gaping at me, jaw slackened, eyes wide. "My baby?" He mouthed. I merely nodded, grinning back at him. He looked absolutely horrified, I noted, but all of the guys were staring at me with interest.

"So it's true, then?" Bruno asked for confirmation. Does he care if either Tommy or I are on the market or something? I nodded and Tommy shook his head as we answered the question at the same time.

"NO!"

"Yes."

Tommy kicked me under the table, shooting me a pointed look. He did not look happy. "See, Jude, you keep sending mixed messages! This is why everyone thinks we're dating!" He retorted, eyes narrowed, looking angrier than before. Ouch. I rubbed my leg, glaring up at him.

"No, Tom. Everyone thinks we're dating because I kissed you and you groped me onstage at Shay's concert," I pointed out bluntly. Some of the Boyz were snickering. I smirked as Chaz reached out across the table, hand fisted, as if to do some bizarre secret handshake with Tommy.

"Onstage? With this babe? You dog!" He replied, seemingly proud of his former best friend's antics. Tommy's jaw dropped yet again, and he stared at Chaz as if he was insane. Grreat. So now people have to be insane to think I'm attractive? ARGH! And I like this guy?

Why do I like this guy? He's a total ass to me about half the time! But it's the other half of the time… I decided to be nice to my supposed boyfriend, and, cleaning my nails, I glanced up, leaning back comfortably. I was going to change the subject of course.

"So, Tommy Dearest, I met your mother today…" I drawled nonchalantly. The other guys whistled in unison (so cute!), while Tommy merely looked a little surprised. He knew that his mother was more than a match for me… But the other guys seemed to be scared of her for some reason. Go figure.

"Why?" Tommy asked calmly, clearly interested. I shrugged noncommittally, the barest hint of a smile tracing my lips. The other guys waited with bated breath.

"Just wanted to clear up a few rumors about you and me, Sweetheart," I muttered, waving my hand dismissively. Tommy's eyes narrowed at the term of endearment. He leaned back a little, seeking some much-needed comfort.

"What kind of rumors?" Tommy questioned coolly, crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive position. I smirked. He knew just what kind of rumors I was talking about…

"What, Tommy, can't say it?" I sniped back, annoyed with his feigned ignorance. Then, with a feigned cool, I fought down a smirk. I polished my chipped nails on my shirt, oblivious to the interested glances of Tommy's former bandmates. It was suddenly just him and me at that table, never mind the fact that Chaz' leg was brushing against mine. I let the angry words hang in the air for a moment, allowing for the drama to build up for a bit before I spoke.

"Have you heard the one about you and me having a three-way with Shay yet?" I declared boldly, as if I was not concerned by it, as if I was talking about the weather. Tommy, who was drinking a tiny cup of espresso (which is rather funny looking, to tell the truth… This big, ripped guy drinking a tiny cup of espresso), promptly choked on the drink, spluttering and nearly spitting half of it out. This, naturally, made me laugh hysterically. It also made just about everyone else at the table laugh hysterically.

"Shay as in Shay-Shay? Are you serious?" Tommy stuttered, unbelieving. This was too amusing. I was having so much fun already.

"Yes, Quincy, Shay as in your former nephew…" I enunciated, rolling my eyes impatiently. Tommy bristled at the explanation. He obviously didn't like being associated with Shay, even if they had once been friends. Hmm, he's five years older than Shay, so Shay was 13 when Tommy became his uncle. Interesting. There were some more snickers, but Tommy silenced them with some well-aimed glares.

I could tell he still didn't believe me, so I went on. "Oh, yes… The articles about it read like porn or those cheesy romance novels. There were a lot of hungry looks, lip-licking, strutting, and flexing on your part," I responded cheerfully, fighting back my giggles. Tommy did not look so amused. In the slightest. The other guys were laughing hysterically, and by the way Tommy's eyes narrowed, I could tell he was not happy about this whole ordeal. As a matter of fact, Tommy immediately ordered a glass of amaretto from the waiter.

When he got the glass, he downed it in a second, much like he'd downed the wine at dinner with Shay (seriously, how did he manage to drive home? He practically drank the whole bottle!), and promptly ordered another one. I didn't see this going very well. Not very well at all. Ugh.

I glanced down at my watch, before I was interrupted by my cellphone. Wait, I'm pretty sure I turned this off… And chucked it in my car… But no, there it is in my pocket, playing "24 Hours". Ugh.

"I've been sitting in the dirt…" Chaz started off, amused.

"For twenty-four hours…" The others chorused, except Tommy, that is.

"I've forgotten what I'm worth…" J.P. continued, smiling widely.

"For twenty-four hours…" The other guys chimed, excepting Tommy, of course.

"Said that you'd be here last night…" I interrupted, leaning forward and staring at Tommy. My tone was angry and accusing. Tommy glared right back.

"I'm tryin' to shake you from my skin…" I drawled, shaking my head, shooting a meaningful glance at Tommy, who stiffened.

"For forty-eight hours…" I sang along with the other guys. Tommy only looked more frustrated.

Tommy sighed. "Clean up this mess I've been put in…" He muttered weakly, throwing his head in his hands.

"For forty-eight hours…" The rest of Boyz Attack chanted along, snapping and clapping and humming. It was a funny sight.

"I'm guessing you can't always win…" Tommy groaned into his hands, sounding absolutely terribly. Not musically. Just emotionally.

"I'm guessing you can't always wi-in…" I hummed along with the rest of Boyz Attack!.

"I can't have anything I want!" Tommy moaned, swirling his drink around before polishing it off and motioning for another.

"They say I'm just too young, but it's not my fault!" I snapped, leaping up from the table and banging my hands down on it loudly. Heads turned.

"I'll find my own way home if I gotta," Tommy retorted, removing his head from his hands and also leaping up rather angrily. He looked about ready to leave then.

"I'll make it all alone if I gotta," I rejoined, smirking. This was actually a lot closer to the truth right now than I'd care to admit. I was practically on my own here. With him avoiding me, how was I ever gonna have a second album? I need a producer to produce an album, and, with our relationship (both personal and professional) deteriorating by the day, it looked like I wasn't going to have either…

"I'm not so trustful with my friends," Boyz Attack, being led by Tommy, chorused. Tommy didn't look so pleased with the harmonizing. Maybe because he didn't trust his friends… Okay, I know, bad joke.

"I'm on the road alone again," I sighed, leaning back into my seat unhappily. I sighed, fiddling with my hair distractedly.

"I guess I'm tired of giving in…" Tommy snapped, sipping his drink. He shot me a narrow-eyed glare through his glass.

I smirked at him, grabbing a piece of bread and taking a bite out of it. I could feel my eyes flash. Somehow. "And so am I, Tommy! We need to talk about us," I exclaimed, feeling slightly evil. Tommy glared at me over his drink. Then he rolled his eyes, taking another large sip of the liquor.

"Fine, Jude. We'll talk. But on my terms," Tommy stated, tone steely. His fierce gaze locked with mine and I smiled. Finally, we were going to talk! I was overjoyed, but I think I hid it well.

"Okay… Where? When? You don't get to ditch me again to go have dinner with the guys, okay?" I muttered somewhat bitterly. Tommy rolled his eyes and I saw some of them give each other looks, whistling warily.

"My place. Now," Tommy hissed coolly. I snorted again, somewhat amused.

"Well, Tommy, I thought you would never ask…" I drawled, smirked, batting my eyes flirtatiously at him. Tommy rolled his eyes and was about to speak when I interrupted. "I thought we were just gonna keep meeting up in the studio, and in your car, and on the train…" I said innocently.

I heard a few catcalls from the guys (namely Chaz). Tommy gaped at me, incredulous once again. I smiled at him innocently. "What-what-what… train?" Tommy stammered, in awe. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Do I really need to sing "It Could Be You" again? I thought we already covered that one," I muttered, knowing exactly what I was doing. Tommy sighed, getting up, polishing off his liquor, dropping some cash on the table haphazardly, and reaching across to roughly grab my hand. He pulled me up by my hand, and the rest of the former boybanders got up too. They hugged Tommy and me in turn. Chaz' hands lingered on me just a bit too long.

"You're good for Tom. I can tell. Don't let him screw it up," Chaz whispered, breaking the hug as, naturally, Tommy was glaring at him. A lot. Jeez. Overprotective much? I rolled my eyes at his advice, waving it off.

"Trust me, Chaz… He already has. He is-or was… I still don't know, actually… Dating my sister, Sadie," I grumbled, patting Chaz on the shoulder. Chaz shook his head, clucking his tongue at Tommy. Yeah! Glad someone else sees how much of an ass he is. Thank you.

Tommy grabbed my arm, twining his arm around my waist (when did he become so possessive? It's like he was "threatened" or something! Manhandling me like that! Not that I minded…) and pulling me over to his car. With his eyes, he explained that we would come back for mine. But I shook my head no.

"You've had a bit to drink, Tommy, you shouldn't drive. Let me," I explained rationally, motioning for the keys.

Tommy vigorously shook his head. "Better a partially, maybe drunk guy who can hold his liquor well than a teenage girl who almost ran over a dog on the sidewalk…" Tommy mumbled, vaulting into the car and pushing the key in the ignition. I punched him in his hard, defined stomach, and he groaned a little. Well, at least he wasn't slurring any of his words. But I followed him into the car, not knowing where exactly we were going (other than Tommy's place) or if we'd make it there (he was kind of drunk!)… All I knew is that I was going there with Tommy. And that was enough.

For now, anyways.

Until we really talked. But that would be soon.

Very soon.

- Loren ;

So they're really gonna talk next chapter. And no, I am not joking… Oh, and he's a random thing that might happen: Jude could steal Tommy's car! Ooh, intrigue! Nah, it's gonna be cute. Their little talk. Have no idea what they're gonna talk about, really, but hey… It's gonna be cute.

Oh, random fact. This story was originally titled: On Tour. When I first saved it, that is. 'Cause she was on tour… lol… How original. Ooh, and I have little lists of plot twists and song lyrics in the file… Hehe.

Thanks for all your great reviews. They made the crappy, crappy day I had today so much better… sigh Anyways, on that note, if you liked the chapter and wish to inspire me to write another one (or to… lol… shirk my homework long enough to get some sentences out)… You're welcome to do so by reviewing and pressing that pretty petite periwinkle pin… Or that beautiful blue button… ;)

And, hey, if I don't update, there's still the marathon on Thursday and the finale on Friday (pouts… How sad. I have to wait to see my Instant Star)…