Ooh, this is a long chapter for me. Yay. There's only good here, for both Jommy and what is now affectionately known as Nicerman. There wasn't much with the ex-spouses, but that's coming soon. Don't you worry. Like always, please review because then, I'll love you. If not, as long as you read it, I'll still like you a lot. And I'm super pumped to have broken 100 reviews already. I love you!

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Nic, Jude, and Sadie were laying out on the front part of the yacht while the boys sat up near the wheel, drinking beer and joking around.

"What do you think they talk about when we're not around?" Sadie wondered, eyeing them behind her sunglasses. "Cars?"

"Music?" Jude put in. "Or food."

"Us," Nic stated. "They talk about us. Boys are as much of girls as girls are; they're just sneakier about it." She rolled over onto her back and stretched.

"Oh, my God," Spiederman groaned, watching from up above. "Squinty, I know she's your sister, and you don't want to hear this, but damn!"

Tommy eyed the younger guy. "Just this once, I'll let it slide."

"God, I love her," Spiederman gushed. "Seriously, I'm so in love with her."

Kyle laughed. "I'd love to say he's exaggerating, but he's not."

"And she loves him, too," Wally put in. "You should've heard him on the phone with her this morning, like he wasn't going to see her an hour later."

"He's so cute," Nic smiled, looking up at Spiederman from behind their sunglasses. "And sweet."

"I've never heard 'sweet' and 'Spiederman' used in the same sentence unless 'sweet' is used to describe something that's really cool," Sadie grinned. "You really like him, huh?"

"I love him," Nic corrected her. "That sounds ridiculous, especially after only a week, but I do. I'm in love with him."

Jude rolled her eyes. "It's so weird."

"Why?" Nic demanded.

"Just because he just got divorced, and you're divorced, and he's only 20 while you're only 22, and you guys already think you're so serious," Jude explained. "I'm not saying it won't be in a few months, but building a relationship takes time."

Nic smirked. "Well, whatever. I'm not waiting until I'm 30 to be married again."

"Again," Sadie laughed. "That sounds so funny from someone so young."

"You act like you're so old," Jude said dryly. "Sade, you'll be 23 in two months; that's not old."

"I didn't mean that I'm old and she's not," Sadie clarified. "I just meant that she's young and she's already been married and divorced once."

"Does it bother you that the press now knows you were married once?" Jude wondered. "I mean, you did so well at keeping it a secret before all this."

Nic shrugged. "I only did that to keep some privacy, but it's not a big deal. I made a mistake and people know I'm not perfect now."

"Hey, Nic!" Spiederman called down to her. "Can I talk to you inside?"

"Ooh," Jude teased as Nic stood up. "Put a sock on the doorknob."

Nic winked discreetly at Sadie. "Oh, trust me, I will."

"So, I'm thinking that before we lock up Tommy and Jude, you and I have a little fun," Spiederman suggested, once the two of them were inside the cabin.

"Oh, really?" she grinned, sitting down on the leather couch. "And what kind of fun are you looking for?"

He smirked and pulled her back up. "Fun that can't be out in the open."

"You're bad," she whispered, allowing him to lead her down the stairs to the master bedroom. "Good thing I like bad boys, huh?"

"Very good," he confirmed, locking the door behind him.

"You know, Nic and Spied have been missing for some time now," Sadie noted later after she and Jude had joined the boys. "Think they fell overboard?"

"Trust me, they do not want to be disturbed," Kyle spoke up. "They're busy."

Tommy covered his ears. "Ugh, that's my sister!"

"And my best friend/ex-boyfriend!" Jude added. "But who cares? They're quote 'in love' unquote, so let them do what they must."

"Let's just change the subject," Tommy demanded hastily. "It's gross."

"Actually, it's kinda cute," Sadie admitted. "I mean, it's how you should be when you first fall in love."

Tommy eyed Kwest. "Is that how you two were?"

"No comment," Kwest chuckled. "So, Wally, to change the subject, have you talked with Jessica lately?"

"Uhh, I called her yesterday, but she didn't answer, so I don't know what's going on," the bass played answered. "I never thought I'd say this, because she drives me so damn crazy all the time, but I miss her."

Jude pinched his cheeks. "After 20 years of thinking girls have cooties, little Wallace has finally grown up."

"And Jude's gonna have her fingers bitten off," he replied. "Maybe you could call her, actually? You guys were friends in high school."

"I'll see what I can do," Jude agreed. "Jess is a nice girl and I didn't know many of those at Carson Hill."

Kyle laughed. "That's because everyone started hating you halfway through sophomore year."

"Could have to do with the fact that you won that little contest," Tommy added. "Instant Star, was it?"

"Maybe," Jude shrugged. "I think they started hating me cause I was so much cooler than they were."

Sadie stifled a laugh. "Jude, you were practically invisible until the show. I was often too embarrassed to claim you."

"Wow," Kwest breathed. "That bad?"

"Yeah," Jude admitted sadly. "I was a loser. But my choice in friends didn't help."

Wally nodded. "Why do you think we stayed away from you until you were slightly famous and needed a back-up band? Jamie and Kat weren't so helpful with your status on the social ladder."

"Sadie was my sister and that didn't even help!" Jude cried. "That's how pathetic I was."

"I can't believe you're admitting all this," Tommy told her. "I was always cool in school."

"Well, since you were only in school long enough to where being cool meant your curfew was past 10, I'm not surprised," Jude teased.

"Wait, what?" Kyle interrupted. "That's in like, grade six."

"Seven," Tommy corrected. "I was kicked out in grade seven and never went back."

"Squinty," Wally shook his head. "I'm so disappointed in you."

20 minutes later, Nic and Spiederman lay on the bed in the master bedroom, he sleeping and she unable to wipe the cheesy smile off her face. She tightened her grip around his waist and kissed his shoulder. Being with him was something so new for her. When she'd been with Chris, it was always so repetitive because they were together for so long. Spiederman was new and fun and exciting. He was just so cute that it almost hurt to look at him and yet, she couldn't take her eyes away.

"Hi," he woke up sleepily, looking down at her. He kissed her forehead. "What are you doing?"

"Smiling," she told him honestly. "And I can't seem to stop."

"And why is that?" he asked.

"Funny story," she replied. "I met this guy and he just makes me happy."

He pulled her closer to him. "Must be a pretty lucky guy."

"Oh, he is," she assured him. "Nothing but the best for this girl."

There was a knock on the door.

"Uhh, we hate to interrupt, but we're gonna start lunch," Tommy called in. "Could you like, come out now?"

"Give us a minute and we'll be up!" Nic called back. "I guess we should go eat."

"Yeah, probably," he yawned. "This was nice though."

She kissed his cheek and got up off the bed. "No complaints from me."

"Oh, they emerge!" Jude joked when the two of them made it to the kitchen. "Do we need to wash the sheets?"

Nic smirked. "Contrary to what you may think, we did not have sex; just some heated making out."

"No need," Tommy held up a hand to stop her. "Unnecessary information there, Nic."

"So, how much does everyone love Hilton Head?" Nic asked as they sat around eating hot dogs and macaroni and cheese. "It's amazing, right?"

"Yeah," Jude agreed. "Minus the whole 'everyone's ex-spouse has showed up' thing, it's great."

Nic rolled her eyes. "That will pass, I promise. By this time next week, the three of them will be back in Canada and we'll be partying on the beach all day, every day."

Tommy stood up. "Well, I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Does anyone need anything while I'm up?"

"Nope," Spiederman said, eyeing everyone involved with the plan. "We're good."

"How are we gonna get Jude downstairs?" Sadie whispered to Nic.

Nic nodded her head slightly at Spiederman. "Don't worry, he's taking care of it."

"Hey, Jude, you have to check out the room with bunk beds," Spiederman spoke up. "You know your weird fascination with the glass sinks that slope upwards?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I have them in both bathrooms of my apartment."

"Well, the one is the bunk bed room is black glass," he reported. "It's amazing."

Jude's eyes lit up. "Black?" She stood up and headed for the steps. "I didn't even know you could get black."

Spiederman held a finger to his lips as he quietly followed Jude down to the lower rooms. As soon as she was in the room, he hid behind a wall near the bathroom and once Tommy emerged, the guitarist shoved him in with Jude, slammed the door, and locked it. He'd made sure to lock the door that led to the master room from the smaller room when he'd been with Nic earlier.

"Done and done," he announced, returning to everyone else. "Now, let's go party and claim we couldn't hear them."

Jude banged her hands on the door. "Let us out!"

"Jude, Jude, Jude," Tommy said slowly. "Do you really think that after the impressive plotting they're really going to let us out?"

"They're all jerks," she grumbled, sitting down on the bottom bunk. "Why would they do this to us?"

He eyed her. "Why do you think? They're just as tired of us dancing around this subject as I am; they just had the balls to do something about it."

"Are you saying you don't have any balls, Quincy?" she teased. "How humiliating for you."

"Good to see that after three years, you still have your bite," he scoffed, sitting down next to her, but with distance between them. "I'll bet Nic and Vin planned this and they think they're so clever for it, too. Amateurs."

"Oh, that's right!" she said. "You were the prank king once upon a time, according to Kwest."

"I was," he confirmed. "Still hold the title, actually. Spiederman can think it's his all he wants, but he's mistaken."

She rolled her eyes. "Why are guys so territorial? I mean, who cares if he's better at pranking than you are now?"

"It's just a pride thing," he stated. "Like, I don't want to just give it up."

"Tommy," she stated dryly. "You're 27-years-old now, grow up. Pranking is for kids."

"Vin's 20!" he protested. "He's an adult."

"Think about what you just said," Jude told him. "Vin is not a typical adult."

Tommy sighed. "He's adult enough to fall in love with my sister."

"At first, I thought it weird that they're throwing out love already," Jude began, "but then I look at them and they're so happy. It's like, they're good-looking and funny and they get along pretty well. Maybe this'll be it for them."

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that," he admitted. "As everyone knows, Vin's not my favorite guy, but over the last three years, I've come to trust my sister's judgment, so we'll see."

"How do you think it's going down there?" Nic wondered as everyone lounged around on the front of the yacht. "Think she's killed him yet?"

Kyle looked at his watch. "It's only been half an hour, so I'd say they're still getting used to being locked in a room together."

"It's not so bad," Spiederman replied, eyeing Nic.

"No more of that from you two," Kwest ordered. "Keep it to yourselves and in your pants."

Sadie bit her lip. "I'm starting to feel a little bad about all of this. I mean, Jude's my sister and I hate when she's mad at me."

"Oh, she'll be mad all right," Nic confirmed, turning over to lie on her stomach. "If I were locked into a room for the next three hours with a guy I've spent the last three years hating, I wouldn't be real amped on that idea."

"Great," Sadie muttered. "I just wanted to get them happy and talking again."

"And we all commend you for that," Spiederman assured her. "It's just that, well, Jude's not exactly ready to forgive him and I can't say I blame her. I mean, he did just up and leave one night for no reason."

Nic cleared her throat. "Excuse me? I'm not reason enough for him to leave?"

"Well, he could've told her," Spiederman went on, covering his tail. "Jude wouldn't have told anyone about your predicament."

"Guitar boy has a good point," Kwest agreed. "Tommy could've told the secret of life and she'd have kept it to herself."

"There is no secret to life," Nic put in. "We're here as useless beings just for fun." Everyone stared at her. "What? I took a philosophy class at McGill and found it fascinating."

Jude stood and banged lifelessly on the door again. "This is getting ridiculous. I'm hungry, tired, and the palest person here. If anyone needs to be out there tanning, it's me. Nic's dark enough, let's lock her in a room."

"If Spiederman can come with her, she'd be all over it," Tommy joked. "Wow, I can't believe I just said that."

"Me either," Jude chuckled. "You like them together, regardless of whether you want to admit it."

"They're not so bad," he said reluctantly. "He's better than Chris, that's for sure."

"So, what are you gonna do when Megan comes back around?" she asked quietly.

"Stand up for myself for once," he answered. "Tell her we're divorced and there's nothing she can do about it. I don't love her anymore, if I ever really did at all, and that's it. She needs to understand that."

Jude remained silent. "Remember what you told me on our third day here, at the picnic?"

"Of course," he nodded.

"I'm sorry for just walking away," she apologized. "I should've stayed then and we should've talked, but you hit me with a ton of bricks."

Tommy took a deep breath. "I know it was bad timing, but I was afraid I'd never get the chance, so I just said it. And I meant it, I really did."

"Yeah, I know," she breathed. "And I've thought about it and I'll accept. I can't tell you that back yet, but I'll believe you."

He smiled. "Yet, huh?"

"Don't get your hopes up, Quincy," she smirked. "It's just possible that somewhere down the line, I'll completely forgive you and maybe even let you back in."

"I hope so," he told her. "And sooner rather than later."

She yawned. "Well, until then, I'm gonna take a nap."

"Sounds like a good idea," he nodded. "I'll go up to the top." He stood up.

Jude grabbed his arm. "Quince, this is a day bed, so it's bigger than that one; you can sleep down here, too. I don't bite."

"All right," he muttered, lying down next to her. "If it gets uncomfortable, tell me and I'll move."

"You're fine." She snuggled closer to him and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Just don't move around too much."

"Can we let them out yet?" Sadie whined later that afternoon. "It's been over two hours."

"Oh, we can totally spy on them!" Nic cried, jumping up. "There's a little window into the room that we can look into."

She led everyone down the steps to a row of windows. She counted over three and peeked in. "Aww!"

"What?" Sadie pushed her out of the way and peered inside. "Oh, my God!"

"Did she really kill him?" Spiederman asked, trying to see in. "What? They're just sleeping."

"Her head is on his shoulder and he's got an arm around her," Nic pointed out. "That's cute."

"It's pukey," Kwest corrected. Sadie glared at him. "But sweet?"

She nodded. "Better answer."

"I wish I could take a good enough picture of that with my camera," Nic mumbled. "The glass is imported from France and retracts flash or something. My parents are weird."

"I got that," Spiederman smiled.

"Don't worry, we'll be married before you have to meet them," Nic joked as they all walked back to their set-up on the front. "They'd hate you."

He scoffed. "Parents never hate me. Katherine's parents loved me."

"Katherine?" Kwest repeated. "Oh, that's Karma's real name."

"Ooh, catchy," Nic mocked. "I can see why she chose Karma. And it fits because she's a bitch, as well."

"I'm letting them out," Sadie announced. "Sorry, but I have to do it."

When Sadie returned, a disgruntled Jude and Tommy were behind her.

"Thanks, guys," Jude snapped, directing it at Nic and Spiederman. "That wasn't a set-up or anything."

Nic shrugged nonchalantly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Right," Tommy said dryly. "You had no idea that you and the Boy Wonder masterminded a plan to shove me into the bunk bed room, after lying to Jude about some black sink. I believe that."

"You can't prove it," Nic told him. "Maybe Spied just tripped down the steps and nudged you into the room? And maybe he thought he saw a black glass sink but it was really the dead potted plant?"

"Yeah, that's it," Jude nodded. "The plant."

Spiederman leaned over to whisper in her ear. "And you didn't enjoy your little cuddle fest?"

"How do you know?" she gasped.

"Window," he told her. "And it was nice to see. I'm glad you're taking steps."

Jude looked out at the water. "Maybe more like leaps."