A/N: I love the reviews! Please keep them coming and I'll try and update more often. Sorry this one took so long but it's the holidays (obviously) and I had to go shopping and my family's here...I'm sure you all know the story well. Anyway, I'm not too happy with how I've written the last two chapters so the style of writing may change a little bit as the story goes on. Please tell me what you think. You know, I have all these great ideas floating around in my head but it's hard to put them in words exactly how I want. As for this chapter, it's a little bit shorter than the other two I think but the next one should be coming soon. And I just realized that I always end my chapters with someone showing up. Sorry about that; it won't be too long I hope before everyone is back in the story. All right, I'll shut up now and let you read. Happy Holidays! and I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer:I don't own Instant Star or it's characters, etc., but I REALLY want Tommy for Christmas, Santa!

Chapter 3: Should I Stay or Should I Go

"Jamie?"

The very flustered owner now rushed into the room. "I'm so sorry, Miss Harrison. We wouldn't allow him to come back here but he managed to get past us. We're so sorry; I'll get rid of him right away."

The shock had finally worn off on Jude. "Jamie!" she screeched as she sprinted across the room towards him. In an instant he was locked in a hug by Jude that was even tighter than the one she gave to Sadie a few hours ago.

"Uh, Miss Harrison?" the owner questioned, unsure what he should do.

Jude released Jamie and waved the owner off. "It's fine, thanks. I know him," she said with a sly smile towards Jamie. The owner looked relieved and quickly exited the room.

"Know me? Just know me? Harrison, I think-"

Jamie was quickly silenced by Jude's lips on his. Everyone else in the room was still in the same position they were in before Jamie walked in, except now they were all staring at Jude and Jamie in a serious lip lock. Tommy eventually gave a not-so-subtle cough and the pair broke apart.

"Miss me?" Jamie whispered to Jude.

"A little, I guess." She grabbed Jamie's hand and dragged him towards the table. They took a seat next to each other and Kwest returned to his but with a slight limp. Speed still stared warily at Jude while he sat down in his chair. There was another awkward silence until Georgia decided to speak.

"So, you guys want to order?"

"Sure."

"Uh, yeah."

"Sounds good."

People randomly spoke as they grabbed for the menus. Soon everyone had decided and the waiter returned to take their orders. Once he left, everyone began to chat with the people sitting near them.

Tommy turned towards Sadie, who was busy sipping her diet soda. "So, what's up with you and Jude? I mean, last time I checked, you were both pretty mad at each other. She seemed really happy to see you after her concert."

Sadie set down her glass. "Well, one day when you were out buying some stuff at the store she called me from her tour bus. We talked for a while and, well, we finally acted like sisters for once. We're a lot closer now and we understand each other. She called me every few days after that and now she's like my best friend as well as my sister. I'm just so happy that we're getting along now and it's not a competition. It's just too bad we didn't realize all of this sooner."

"Oh, wow. That's really great for you two, really. But I thought she was pretty pissed at me when she left and when she greeted me it was just like old times? Know what was up with that?"

"I can't say I personally know what happened but I'm guessing she grew up and let whatever it was go. Jamie might've had something to do with it, too," Sadie said as she shot a glance at the two teenagers who were totally engrossed in their conversation with each other.

"Jude, have I mentioned how much I missed you already?" Jamie asked, staring at Jude, still not quite believing that she was actually his.

"Only like a million times in the last five minutes. I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick, ok? I'll be right back," stated Jude as she began to stand up.

Jamie quickly grabbed Jude's hand and pulled her back down into her chair. "No way, Harrison. I haven't seen you for six weeks and now you want to leave so you can go to the bathroom? I'm sorry, but you're just gonna have to wait a while because I'm not done with you yet."

"I said I'd be right back, Jamie. Now come on, let me go or there's going to be an accident and it will be all your fault," she teased as she stood up and pulled her hand away. Jude took a couple steps away from her chair before she turned around and planted a light, sweet kiss on Jamie's lips. He just sighed and watched her walk out of the door, but was contented with the knowledge that she'd be back.

Jude was humming to herself as she made her way back towards the room from the bathroom, lost in her own thoughts and now paying attention. Everything seemed perfect. Her tour was a huge success, she and Sadie were close now, and Jamie...was the perfect boyfriend. But then the rest of reality found it's way into her brain. Her mom and dad, the divorce, Tommy not producing her next album, the contract with Darius that she made to get Frozen back for Tommy, Kat's probable reaction to her and Jamie together...

As if on cue with where Jude's thoughts were heading, she crashed into something and landed flat on her ass on the floor. She blinked several times and breathed rapidly, trying to get her breath back. When she sat up, she saw an all too familiar face opposite of her on the floor in the exact same predicament she was. He sat up, too, and two pairs of surprised eyes locked.

"Hey, Shorty."

"Shay? Wh-what are you doing here?" stuttered Jude, not believing her luck.

"I was actually on my way to the restroom when somebody ran into me, and now here I am."

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention."

"Obviously," Shay said as he stood up and offered a hand to Jude, who was still sitting dazedly on the floor. She contemplated for a moment before reaching out her own hand and seizing the much larger one. Once they were both balanced firmly on their feet, the eyes locked again.

"So, you didn't really answer my question. What are you doing here, Shay?"

"We arrived from Miami a few hours ago. I'm doing a show tomorrow night and we just came here for dinner."

Jude simply said, "Oh."

"What about you?"

"Oh, well, um, this was the last stop on my tour and we're celebrating the end of it. It's nothing big; there's just a group of us in one of the rooms and stuff."

"I see." There was a pause before Shay continued. "You know, you could've come with me, should've. It woulda been a helluva lotta fun. We still have a few shows left to do in the States. From here we're going to Chicago and then to L.A. You can still come if you want to, I'm sure D wouldn't mind..."

"I'm sorry, Shay, I really want to go home. Six weeks was long enough and I'll be glad if I never have to stare out of a tour bus window for eight hours a day again. Thanks, though."

"Hey, it was worth a try."

Jude laughed, a real, honest laugh that felt good. "Same old Shay." He simply smiled back at her, knowing her well enough not to take offense. Suddenly she stopped and coughed a little bit. "So, um, I guess I better be getting back. You should probably go take care of your business, too."

With that Jude began walking past Shay, still musing over the ironic coincidences in her life.

"Jude, wait." Shay grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him. "Can we, um, talk for a little bit? Please?"

"I don't know, Shay, I should probably be getting back. People might start to worry that I've fallen in the toilet or something."

"I know, it won't take long, though. Please, Jude? I'm still probably the last person you even want to see but, I really don't like things the way they are right now between us. And I know that's all my fault...but could you just please?"

Jude sighed, thinking over what Shay wanted. He was right, she really didn't want to talk to him or even see him ever again, but that would never happen. Did Shay actually use the word please, more than once? Wow, he must really want to talk to me, then, if he's actually asking instead of demanding. "Fine, Shay, you got your wish. Let's talk."

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L