If I had a huge batch of Tommy cookies, Iwould igve everyone of you a thousand of them! I love you guys, I'm completely blown away! Ok enough sappiness, I promise. But I have to thank you guysa thousand times over, especially

tommys21 ((I've already devised my scheme and it's really gonna come back and bite her in the ass. Well at least so far lol))

Alexzgirl1 ((I admire Jude in the show, if I were her I would be jumping on Tommy all the time. She has willpower to be admired lol. Tommy's reaction is still to come, but I've planned that he flips out. Seriously flips out lol))

Tommy4eva ((Ouch, I hope your collarbone is ok! Last year at fourth of July my neighbor, who I thought was hot, threw a rock at me and it smacked right into my collarbone. It wasn't broken but I do not speak to him. Plus he got ugly lol. I hope you like the cahpter!))

VilandraofAntar ((Yuck, first season Jamie...with a moustache. I would probably have to avert my eyes whenever he was around. I think Mason might welcome him with open arms if he really knows how to shake his groove thang. Ok, I'll stop that I promise. Oh my God I was up way late last night and I saw previews for The Lady in the Water and I almost started crying right on the stop and I had to sleep with my light on. I can't deal with horror movies since I saw The Exorcist when I was in 6th grade and it scarred me. My parents have started wondering why I'm on the computer all the time so they sit right next to me while I'm on and hover so I pretend that I'm buying hundreds of songs on I-Tunes and they go away. Teehee, Edwin the Barista. I'd do him. You must see the new Panic! At the Disco video, I fell in love all over again!))

Duddley111 ((lol, that is the best way to describe it lol. I'm so glad you liked it!))

jackiojack ((I say 'ma bee' so often that Math teacher would make me go up to the board and do problems if I said it in his room, but he's a creep so whatever. Jude's a bad liar but Tommy's a dumbass lol. I'm so glad you liked it!))

hmgirl8192 ((Oh I love it when I know all the jokes, like on Friends and stuff! I love rambling I encourage it, so please jump on the tangent train. Hey that's a cool name! lol, I'm glad you liked it!))

Varley990 ((I should put up a warning lol! You rock too! I'm so glad you liked it!))

Latisha C ((I hate David Blane, he makes me angry and sad for the world of magic and it's hard to envoke sympathy for them! I watched him yank this lady's teeth out, put them in his mouth and then blow them back in her face. It was deeply weird. Everything he does is stupid and not magic!Mindfreak is my magic guy, he's the coolest magician ever. Ashlee also makes me want to cry, that whole thing took a lot out of me. I had to go to I-Tunes and listen to the thrity second clips of all her first album. All of it. And then one might ask why I didn't just not use the Ashlee Simpsonpart, but once I got it in my headI wouldn't let it go. I'm like apitbull or that other mean dog. I know what you mean about the prissypeople fromschool, who seem to have infinte resources and they don't watch Curb Your Enthusiam. There is no excuse for not watching it! It should be a law. His wife is slightly irritating sometimes, but I love the blind guy. He's my life))

Judeh05 ((Magentia is the best color for an aura. I bet, I don't really know but magenta is pretty lol. Oh I am so split about the Nick and Jessica thing. I am officially in love with Nick so it skews my view of Jessica but right now, I feel bad for her. I think I will always like her better than Ashlee though. After the Wilmer thing I can't like Ashlee. But out the three, Nick's music is my favorite and it's not just because he's sexy. Ok, yes it is. lol, rambles sneak up like that. It's scary!))

pixiestix16 ((Hmmm, oh yeah smacking Liam's ass! Yea that was a dream and the elipses were my futile attempt to show that it was actually a dream. I was going to put the whole thing in italics but then I forgot lol. I'm violent to TV and book and movie and ff characters that I hate because there's nothing I can really do to them because they don't exist lol. I think Jude should always be in trouble and always paying back the fates for getting such good luck with Tommy! Damn her, I want Tommy too! I can't blame shopping for my three-year old tendancies because it's like 11. Ok I could, but I just got up lol.))

You guys are my life and I love love love love LOVE you! Ok on with the chapter, I promise

Chapter 8: We Don't Need to Whisper

"Let's play a pretend game." He suggested after I lectured him on how I wasn't going to tell him who my 'boyfriend' was. Partly because I really enjoy watching him fidget in silent anger and because…oh yeah, I don't have a boyfriend. That kinda got in the way.

"Tom, I am not giving you a virtual blowjob. What is the matter with you?" I said snidely and in turn watched him whip his head up from the ground and sit straight up.

"Portia told you?" He almost screamed.

If I said no, I would be lying sorta.

"No, Sadie told me." They actually both told me about it but whatever, whose really keeping score. I watched him blush to the roots of his gelled hair, sending me into a fit of giggles.

"I have a question though." I pronounced with feigned innocence. "I don't care." He said through gritted teeth. Jeez Tom, calm down.

In through the nose, out through the mouth.

In through the nose

"How does one give a virtual blowjob?"

Out through the mouth.

In through the nose

"And how does one receive and virtual blowjob?"

Out through the mouth.

I think I'm making him mad. Or embarrassed. Uh-oh. "Would you like me to teach you Harrison?" He asked wryly with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Actually, I would. But whatever. I

looked over at him, from the other edge of the stage where I had been lying peacefully when the light bulb suddenly sparked in my head. I am evil and I love it. No wonder Brendan Fraser sold his soul to Elizabeth Hurly in Bedazzled, but that was a bad movie and I'm going to pretend I never saw it.

I crawled over to him on all fours, shifting slightly so that I knew he had a good look at what was underneath my shirt. Which happened to be a tank top but whatever, it was seductive in theory. And I saw him look, so I win. When I sidled next to him, I let a hand rest on his knee forcefully and I pushed on it as I leaned forwards to his ear.

"I'm your clay. Mould me." I whispered and let my breath splay across his skin.

I felt him shudder from underneath me as I put myself full in his lap. Hey, this is fun! And not just because I get Tommy to hold me. Wait, did I just say that? I have no brains.

I felt myself blush while the flush left me feeling as red as my hair had been while I leaped off his lap. My back faced him as I dangled my feet from the edge of raised stage while I hunched over with a heaving sigh.

"What did you want to pretend?" I called out, thinking he was still a few feet away from me. But when I turned my head and rested my hand on the floor to turn myself I smashed my forehead against his.

Isn't that the second time I've done that? I'm remembering Moosejaw and my futile attempt to flirt with him when Jamie was like two feet away and panting like a lap dog and aggervating the hell out of me.

Whatever, I had bigger things to worry about. Like the fact that instead of my fingers colliding with the sanded wood of the stage I accidentally grabbed Tom.

Like lots of Tom.

Like, Tom.

If you know what I mean.

In dangerous places.

Cue creepy old man winks here.

Well it was one place, with many purposes and …uses.

I couldn't stop the yelp that flew from my lips as I flung my hand away from his crotch. Except I sorta smacked him with my knuckles in the processes, making his groan in pain. Oops.

"Oh my God! Is that blood?" I shrieked and moved his hands away from his nose to get a better look. I murmured a few more oh my God's before finally going into action. Damn it, what do I do?

I've watched Grey's Anatomy and House so many damn time but they never treat a friggin' nose bleed. I could probably perform a damn open-heart surgery but I can't stop a nose from bleeding. I looked up from my shaking hands and saw Tommy shaking similarly. At first I thought he was having some kind of fit or seizure and I immediately started to panic. But after a few seconds I saw that he was merely shaking with laughter.

"Stop laughing Quincy and come with me." I commanded and held a hand from his grasp. I jumped down first while he followed as I got behind him and pushed him a few feet to the stairs.

"UP!" I grunted while I tried to push the grown man up the stairs.

"But this is fun for me." Came him jolly reply.

"I am going to make this so not fun that you are going to wish for a virtual blowjob from a very drunk Jamie." I retorted and gave him a final shove up the last step. I had been brushing myself off and didn't see him staring down at me intently until I looked up. I threw him a look and forcefully pointed to the same chair that I had been sitting in earlier. I turned the first aid kit upside down as the contents scattered themselves all around me. I didn't really know what to use or what to do so I grabbed a pair of scissors and medical tape and stocked over to Tommy. His gaze traveled to my hands and he jumped out of his skin when he saw the scissors.

"What do you need those for?" He asked almost warily.

"Oh stop acting like I would actually cut you up. Are you stupid?"

"Harrison you have done enough in the past two days that would make Mr. T afraid of you."

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't just hear you say that. Because I pity the fool that thinks my anger was unjustified." I spat back as I knelt in front of him, batting away his hands so that I could see his nose. I bit on my bottom lip, trying to find my way around in the mess of blood. I let out a small grunt as I craned my neck further, touching a hand to the bridge of his nose.

"It doesn't feel broken." I remarked as I slid my finger across the solid cartilage.

"Does it hurt?" I asked softly, finally looking him in the eyes. An array of emotions passed through his eyes, his expression almost frozen as he continued to watch me. I let my hands drop from his nose, resting them in his strong hands. I could see everything conflicting inside him, feeling it pass through our connected hands and electrocute my system. If he had told me to run away with him, I wouldn't have to think twice.

"No." He said simply. I felt myself pull away, not getting the answer that I wanted and feeling slightly disappointed. I watched him jab a finger in the direction of a hall that twisted beyond my vision.

"I'm gonna look for a bathroom or something." He told me as I merely nodded and made my way back down the stairs.

What did I want him to say?

What did I want him to do?

I didn't know.

I didn't know anything anymore.

But I was sure that all the things I was feeling for Tommy were contradicting everything that I had told him, Sadie, Kat and myself.

Who was I fooling?

"JUDE!" Rang out through the abandoned enormity, shaking the walls. Well obviously, We Don't Need to Whisper.

"What?" I called back hoping my voice carried. I turned my head from where I had been sitting to focus at the top of the stairs. Tommy came running out excitedly, his face void of any trace that I had beaten him, and I could see his eyes glowing with excitement.

"There's a piano up here." He called like a little boy at Christmas.

"Woohoo, old man." I mocked despite the rush I felt at the prospect of creating a song with Tommy. It had been too long that we had done something musical together. He had been fired off my album and we didn't have an excuse to hang out until three in the morning at the studio anymore.

"Come up here!" He called down to me and watched impatiently for me to get up.

I trudged up the steps and followed the winding hallway, reminding me of a twisted the Yellow Brick Road. I wonder if I get to see the Wizard!

I heard the soft tinkling of a piano and stepped to a doorway, revealing Tommy sitting at a baby grand. The sleek black exterior contrasted almost painfully with the consistent white of the walls around the building. A bench sat in front of the piano, that seemed to gleam and shimmer with perfection, on top of deep chestnut, knotted wooden floors. A slow smile stretched through my lips and etched itself within my features as I turned to Tom.

Half an hour later…

"Well, what rhymes with shelf?" I demanded loudly.

"I don't know! You're the one that came up with the damn rhyme scheme." He shot back frustratedly as he pounded a few notes on piano.

Damn it, what does rhyme with shelf? What a stupid word. It's so high and mighty and boastful. "Oh my name is shelf and I'm a sissy because I don't wanna play nice with the other words and let them rhyme with me. I'm really just a-"

"SELF!" I shouted. Duh. I watched Tommy playing the words back in his head as a smile broke out and phrased it back to me.

"All alone on the shelf." He looked to me, seeing if I agreed and when I nodded I watched him search for lyrics for the filler line. "I'm trying to hold on. To a little piece of myself." He finished, looking satisfied. I nodded as my grin grew wider and I joined him on the piano bench.

I suddenly let my fingers slide over the familiar keys of White Lines, a song that had taken on an entirely different meaning from when I had first written it. Normally I could never transition so fast from song to song, one melody usually lingering exasperatingly and begging to be finished. But this time the soft riff melted into my thoughts as I slowly hummed the words.

"I tried to say, I need my space. I've got to get some distance in between my heart and my head. I'm on the razor's edge; I've been here before. I know the way."

I felt the air between us buzz with his soft hum as he sang out "White Lines" "and headlights in my eyes"

"White Lines"

"I'm ready to drive all night"

"White Lines"

"How many till I'm in your arms?" I sang softly with flickers of sadness as I looked up at him.

We finished the chorus together, ending on a quiet "white lines". I opened my mouth, feeling excuses and regrets gurgling and itching to spill out. "Tommy, I-" He shook his head as he slowly closed the piano.

"Wanna play now?" He coaxed gently, making me feel like a fool all over again. He had cut me off just like all the others times I had done the same to him. He had done me a favor, or things I knew I wouldn't want to say would have come tumbling out. Maybe they could have fixed things and helped me seen what I was really feeling, past the bitterness, but maybe they would have made everything more complicated.

Plus, this humiliation is what I get for trying to be a vixen. Or Sadie. I mumbled a small yeah as my head sunk further towards the ground and my shade deepened again. I looked up at him while the silence persisted and I noticed him watching me intently. Oh shit, what did I do now? My hands quickly found their way to my hair and between my teeth, scouting for whatever was out of place and causing him to stare. But my fluttering hands stopped when he opened his mouth again.

"Let's play End of the World?" He offered. No. I am not playing that game with Tommy Quincy. I am not going to let him be privy to by weirdness. I just gave him a look like I didn't know what the hell he was talking about but he merely rolled his eyes back at me.

"You and Kat have played this at the studio so many times that the innocent face you're pulling should be illegal." He informed me, breaking the awkward film that had coated us moments ago.

Ah foiled again! Rats! I feel like Brain from Pinky and the Brain like at every climax of the episode, you think he's totally going to take us all over and then his plans wilts and you want to cry but you have to laugh. "The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Devise a plan to take over the world!" Jamie and I tried to do that once. We went around the neighborhood and we tried to take people's dogs so that we could persuade them into making us their rulers, or as Jamie put it 'sovereigns', but once Jamie got bitten we had to go the hospital and that was the end of the game. I really connect with Brain just like Eden probably really connects with Pinky. I don't know how many brain cells they have in common, but I think I could probably count the combined number on one hand.

"Ok fine, but only because I'm kinda curious about you." I replied cheekily. I heard him inhale loudly with his lips poised to speak but I beat him.

"I'll go first." I cut in and sat thinking for a moment. "Ok if it were the end of the world and you had to repopulate the planet with either…Loreli from Gilmore Girls or…Julie Cooper, who would you pick?" I watched a contemplative expression mask his features, forgoing the I-don't-know-who-Julie-Cooper-is song and dance. I've made him watch The O.C. with me a few times.

"Well if I happen to piss off Mrs. Cooper-Nichol-Cohen-Cooper-Roberts then she would probably feed my manhood to a piranha. So I think that I have to go with Loreli." Hmm, good answer. I'm tallying a score…

Skeeve Tommy: 0

Wholesome Tommy: 1

I nodded approvingly as I waited for his options. "Alright, if the world ended and you had to repopulate the planet with either…Darius or Liam, which tycoon would you pick?"

"HEY! That's not fair, that's totally loose-loose."

"Sorry Jude. Gotta pick one, it's the rules." He said with a shrug and a look that told me he was anything but sorry.

I reached over and pinched him in the arm with the Boyz Attack!est scowl I could muster before slumping back and watching his nurse his future bruise. I really had no idea. I mean Liam lays prostitutes and Darius lays groupies. And his groupies are synonymous with eating condiments off of him and I really will never swing like that. For Darius or for Tommy. Something is just so unappealing about it that I feel like vomiting when I even think about it.

"STD's withstanding or not withstanding?" I muttered.

"Not withstanding." He confirmed while I huffed loudly.

"You are gonna regret this Quincy but I guess I would have to choose…Liam."

When it comes down to it, Liam is mean and gross but Darius just scares the living shit out of me. Tommy shot me a look that said I-can't-even-believe-you-just-said-that and made him look like a lost character from Beverly Hills 90210. Loser.

"Oh shut up Donna Martin, his accent is sexy and you know it. Besides, Darius has abnormally large nostrils and if he gets high on tropical plants, I don't wanna be there when he decides to shove stuff up there. And I really don't wanna be around when he has to get rocks and palm tree leaves out." I told him.

He looked at me, completely dumbfounded, for a moment before bursting out in incredibly vocal laughter. I joined in for a few seconds but when he continued down the path to crazy, I stopped and looked at him seriously.

"It wasn't that funny." I told him but I don't think he could hear me, so I tried again.

"It wasn't that funny!" I called over his peels of laughter. I think he was ignoring so I stopped and just watched him laugh like he was insane for a few minutes before he finally calmed down.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked him. He pointed his forefingers at himself, poking his chest lightly.

"Yes, you. Were you sniffing something while I was downstairs? It's gonna fry whatever brain cells you have left." I informed him, full of bullshitted knowledge. MTV informs me and that's it. Well whatever, it's my turn.

"Lil' Kim or Florence Henderson?" I asked him. He rubbed his eyes of the reminiscent tears of laugher as he sat straighter and looked at me seriously.

"Where did that come from?"

"From my non-fried brain. Duh."

"Who says duh anymore? What are you twelve?"

"If I were twelve then you would definitely be in jail right now, hopefully not dropping the soap. Or maybe you would want to, I haven't checked up on you in a while."

"Hey, I don't float that way. Nothing's changed since that time when we…"

"Had sex?"

"Well I wasn't going to say it so abruptly but…"

"Oh well, do you prefer made beautiful music? Or is that not girly enough for you?"

"Jude come on."

"No I think it's my turn to come on you. Mrs. Brady or Lil' Kim?"

"Can I choose neither?"

"No but the records will show reluctance."

"Mrs. Brady." He said quietly. No points here, that wasn't very fair of me.

"It's your turn." I said. "Spiederman or Wally?"

"Why would you ask me that? Are you going to go back and tell them?"

"No. Your secret's safe with me."

"That's reassuring."

"Come on Vincent or Wally?" Except he said Wally like it was spelled Wall-AY. And an exclamation point at the end of his name.

"Do you wanna repopulate the world with Wall-AY? Or am I misinterpreting your enthusiasm?"

"Just pick Jude." I really already know what Spiederman is about. Fart jokes and too much tongue. But some times he strikes a funny chord and he's hilarious for an entire week. Wally seems shy, be he isn't. He's like a little brother. I think it would be less weird if I could see him as an older brother. Ok an older stepbrother. Or like a cousin. A second cousin. Eleven times removed. I just can't get there.

"Spied." I said almost ruefully. I watched Tommy nod his head thoughtfully, though I had known he had been watching me fight the battle for Wally and I knew he knew that I couldn't win. It's just too weird.

"Dirrty Christina or pre K-Fed Britney?"

"I wanna get dirrt-ay!" He sung out loud, tilting his head like he was howling at the moon. Like adog. Or a wolf, but whatever.

"Tom, I didn't need the sound bytes, spare me." I think this calls for some point counting.

Skeeve Tommy: 1

Wholesome Tommy: 1

"Usher or Danny DeVito."

"Did you really just ask me that?" When he sincerely nodded I just stared at him for a moment.

"Other People's Money Danny DeVito?"

He nodded again.

"The doctor in The Virgin Suicides Danny DeVito?"

His head bobbed up and down. "Get Shorty Danny DeVito?" He nodded more vigorously, loss his patience.

Well I'm sorry but Danny DeVito? Where the hell did that even come from? "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia Danny DeVito?"

"Yes Jude! We are thinking of the same slightly midget Danny DeVito. So midget man or Usher?"

"Midget is a mean term. And just for that I pick Danny." I told him with a fierce pout. Darius from the '90's would want to give me a penis and testicles and shove in me right into Boyz Attack! I bet I would have replaced Bruno. He's sorta stupid. And that is some disgusting imagery. Yuck.

"Well excuse me Princess." He said with a flourish and stood up with a sweeping bow. I would totally behead them. "And I believe it's your turn."

"Hmm. Have you ever seen Monster's Ball?" His judgment could be severely impaired if he hand.

"No but I have seen Monster's Balls with Kyle and Spied and W-"

"Do not tell me what you do with SME when I'm not there.Halley Berry or Cat-Woman?" I watched him think about for a moment, his eyes squinting and his lips tightening to a thin line while he steepled the tips of his fingers.

"Cat-Woman." He said with confidence. Cue vomit here.

Skeeve Tommy: 2

Wholesome Tommy: 1

"Don't like my answer?" He asked.

I hate it. "Doesn't matter to me."

"Oh really?" He asked with his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open and his head over-nodding.

No. "Yes."

His eyes squared on me, he knew I was lying. DAMN IT!

"Me or Craig?" He asked in a serious whisper. I knew he was watching my every movement. I didn't even need a first thought. He knew it, I knew it but I wasn't admitting it.

"That's like me asking you to choose between me and-"

"Girl, I would pick you every time. I would pick you a thousand times. I will always pick you Jude." I looked at him for what felt like six days, my jaw hanging so low that I could have swallowed a fly and my brain running on overtime. That was enough to make me love him again. Really it is. We all know that I break easily when it comes to Tom.

Let me count, wouldn't that be fun? I haven't propositioned this before but, go ahead, marry my sarcasm. It loves you back.

-Makes fun of my lyrics, my guitar playing and my singing. He takes me to a pier and gives me false allusions of a crush, and I'm making a fool of myself that night.

-Makes me change my song. He tells me about love and I'm like putty all over again.

-Makes out with Sadie on the damn family farm (that was low) …when did I forgive him for that? Whatever, it was forgotten within twenty minutes.

-Acts like an asshole about Shay and dating Shay and not dating Shay. He didn't even try to redeem himself. That talk about a first kiss pretty much made me love him all over again. Well in some deep recess I knew I loved him but Shay's fly moves really were too much for me.

-The Sweet-Sixteen debacle. That took me a while, but he brought me coffee for two weeks straight. Plus the whole dad thing was more important so I just let it go. That was a mistake; I should have milked the damn thing till it bled. Ok gross…

-Tells me that he doesn't want to work on my second album. Didn't really redeem himself here either. I just made a fool of myself.

-Yells at me about Frozen. Ditto.

-Goes to frickin' Europe with Sadie without telling me. My real compensation from that was Tommy paying way more attention to me than Sadie those first few weeks. Seriously, am I the only one who noticed that?

-Calls me a diva. I deserved it, but it was still mean

-Makes a Babysitter's Club jab at Spied and I. I should have hit him in the face for that but I was too wrapped up with Spied. He got off easy.

-Generally an asshole to me about the Sadie thing. See above: Calls me a Diva. All aspects apply.

-Basically calls me a bitch about that little girl at the elementary school. Ditto.

-Hauls me into a men's bathroom, makes out with me, and then lectures me. He apologized and then we did it. That was enough redemption for anyone.

-Breaks up with me. Has yet to redeem himself. Except not, a few words and I love him again but all settlements have yet to be discussed.

See what a weakling I am? It's slightly depressing.

Wait, what was going on before that whole tangent? Oh yeah, "I would always pick you Jude" or something like that. I looked up at him as he stared back with a smile.

"Now you can't pick anyone but me." He said boastfully.

DAMN BASTARD!

Skeeve Tommy winds on forfeit from Wholesome Tommy. It's a sad day for the good guys in history.

I can't seem to stop going Carly Simon on myself as I muttered You're so Vain in my head I looked at him, scoffing out a few laughs before I could actually form words. I was so mad and shocked that they were really sputtered out but whatever.

"You are Un. Believe. Able."

"Ok Brandy. Stop watching America's Got Talent."

"Oh shut up, grow a pair of multi-colored wings and balanced some swords on your face."

"Don't you think it would hurt if they fell on me?"

"You never know until you try. If you need me to help you realize your dream of being a giant and flamboyant Russian gay man who balances knives off his chin, lemme know. I find sharpening blades fun."

"Whatever Jude."

"To quote Kelly Osborne-"

"Do not finish that sentence."

"To quote Kelly Osborne: 'I think you get off hearing yourself speak'." He sneered with an indignant laugh.

"Me? I get off hearing myself talk?" He nearly cried, overly-gesturing to himself.

God this is not a high school play, quit over-acting. I looked at him seriously for a moment.

"What's your name?"

"Are you eating glue or something?"

"Do you see any Elmer's around my face?" I watched him inspect my face as if he were going to find the remnants of paste in my teeth before he sat back.

"No, I don't. So that brings me to my next question. After working together for two years, why do you not know my name?"

"Well, I'm familiar with your alias but you have yet to share your real name with me." I pointed out to him. I watched him open his mouth, on the brink of telling me before he quickly closed his mouth and smiled at me coyly.

"You almost had me, Harrison." He said and swatted at my nose with his fingers. As I giggled lightly, and simultaneously felt horrified at myself, I heard a shout from downstairs.

"Is it all safe yet?" Sadie called as I saw her peeking form at the doors when I came downstairs.

"What does that mean?" Tommy called almost meanly.

When is he going to get ov- oh yeah, the virtual blowjob thing. I was lucky to get out before he asked me for that.

"It means we left you here so that you would shut the hell up and stop fighting so that living things could be around you two again without fearing for its life." Jamie said as he joined Sadie at the door.

"Ok what the fuck?" I demanded as Darius sidled up as he opened the second door.

"Say that again for Big D." He coaxed sarcastically. Grow a pair, you old bald man. I hate you. I hate all of them.

"Screw you." I muttered before flashing my middle finger to Sadie and Jamie and pushing past them angrily. Who does something like that!

That is so vindictive that even spiders are like 'woaw bitch, that was mean'.

"You did this?" I heard Tommy demand at Darius. I took that Darius said yes when I heard Tommy's volume increase. "You locked us up? You left us here alone? On purpose?" I whirled my head around to see what Darius had to say. My anger boiled as he merely nodded his head smugly.

"I do not need you or anyone else," I announced and flung an accusatory finger around me, knowing that everyone was listening. Even Pasty. "to decide how I should handle my relationships. And I should never be forced into a reconciliation!" I shouted.

"So it worked?"

"Shuddup Dancy Pants."

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