You guys are beyond amazing. You are uh-mazing. Yes you guys are so awesome that I feel the need to speak like I work at Caveman Days. I have to thank
tommys21 ((Who can't love T-Bone. He's like a Teddy bear, minus the whole being friends with Shay thing.))
lolo87 ((Aw! I'm so glad!))
Duddley111 ((I'm so glad you like it!))
smileon ((I'm glad to be able to brighten up some days, I feel like I'm not a total waste to humanity lol. I think I would be deathly afraid of a fat Darius because he's already intimidating but with lots of grith piled ontop? I would run scared lol.))
pixiestix16 ((Tommy has surpassed the need to ever be wholesome he is so gorgeous that his words have no meanig to me because I merely look at him. He could be calling my dog ugly or me stupid and I'd be like 'I love you' heehee. Eating glue, not opening mouth, not eating anything at all...that seems like my days of kindergarten and a few scattered across seventh grade. kidding...sorta. lol, I can see just about all of SME just eating glue. I'm always supposed to be in bed, well at least whenever I'm on these sites because I run to the cimputer when I think of something and then I just don't get up and then I'm trying to post and it's like 2 in the morning. Its a wonderfully vicious cycle. If Jamie the Second was hot, he and Jude would probably be great together and if he's totally gorgeous then Tommy can be extra jealous which is a wonderful fact of life. There is no universe where I don't constantly want to make out with Tim at every second and Kwest can be pretty hunk-tastic,I really didn'tmind his beard as much aseveryone else seeemed to but I'm glad it's gone.And I always want to throttle Paris and Cheyenne is on my list. She's a fake-nasty Jude and she whines constantly on her show and I have to turn it off to make my ears stop bleeding. Tantrums are fun for everyone involved they just are))
Tayna50801 ((I'm so so glad you like it!))
Judeh05 ((birthdays are basically the most fun times in the world lol. I never liked Craig and Ashley together because she was really irritating and then I was like 'yay canny is back' and now they just bother me. I kinda liked that flirtation between Craig and Ellie, they would be cute. I haven't listened to Paris' single yet but a few friends have shed their opinion on it lol. I got a guitar for my birthday after I demanded it and now it sits in my basement. I was actually going to take lessons so I put it in my car but it didn't fit because I could never see out of the back windshield. It's collecting copius amouts of dust right now lol. I think you guys should be in the audience at the Yule Ball anyway, because really who doesn't want to see Tommy getting jiggy with it? Well I don't know if I want to see his move being busted but I would totally dance with him. Without a second thought. And then demand marriage lol. And then we could seal the marriage with a kiss lol, it always gets back to me making out with him.))
romanma32 ((T-Bone's teeth frighten me, they're so white and straight and perfect...yeesh. Like bear teeth lol. His plan doesn't come into play quite yet, but I'm thinking about making T-Bone like a total genius and surprising the hell out of everyone lol. I'm so glad you liked it!))
Alexzgirl1 ((I think all bets should be just as sweet as Tommy and Jude's because even if he looses he won't ever leave her alone, and really she likes it, and he has to strip. If he wins, they go on a date. Who can loose here? Well Tommy, but whatever. "Dying" with Tommy, but really being alive, there is no downside because you guys get to be together forever. Seriously forever. Wow, that sounds so stalkerish it's scaring me. But just as Instant Star has stolen my soul, so has Tommy. heehee))
scott4eva ((I try, I swear! lol, I hope you like the chapter!))
xTamarax((hahaha, the image of T-Bone chasing a frizbee is forever embedded in my memory and I love it. I think everyone would give up the battle and let evil take over if they had to hearSME'sOh HolyNight. It would be a sadday for the Scientologists. Liam wants to get in Spied's bum,he can'thide it anymore. He's excited and hejust can't hide it. Seriously, he cannot hide it. I am so gross lol. I think I would have to even pass on the red bow ifTommy were on my Christmas list. Well maybe he could wear those sunglasses from the episode with theJude/Shay video. Those were mighty adorable and I think that's basically when I fell in love with him...no, I was in love with him since the Boyz Attack! dancing sequence in the firstepisode lol. I'll stop boring youso that you can post the rest of the chpater that I obsessively checking my emailalerts for.SoS is my life, I am obscenely addicted teehee.))
Latisha C ((ew, Darius and his karate master with belts and such...oh yuck. Those thoughts are so bad that I could cry right now. But not as bad as the image of Tommy literally snacking on T-Bone's ear that is cannbalistically disturbing. Is that a word... I couldn't bring myself to watch until the Simple Life season 2 when Nicole got unstupid and even then I could only handle a few minutes before my eyes started to burn. I could definitely see T-Bone in High School Muscial, that would make my night. Add Uncles Jesse to all of it and that would be the hightlight of my entire life, that moment that no other could top. And I share your sentiments on the music, I have a feeling that's where the Camdens get their special moments from. I thought about inventing somone from Shay's posse but his personality was a caustic mix of Darius and Liam every time. Who would go for that, no reallly. That would be the most disgusting person/thing to ever walk the earth.))
Tommy4eva ((That camp is like a helluva long day, but who doesn't love hot boys? Hot boysmake my summer, they just make it totally fun. I hope you had a great time though!I'm so glad you like the story! I hope you like this chapter just as much!))
VilandraofAntar ((There's a running discussion on wheather Superman is gay or not.Ok not in the real world, just on Best Week Ever and Ihave to say it was the best debate Iever witnessed. I think he could possiblybe gay, but I'm gonna hope not because hello,Clark Kent is hot as hell. I think I have a thing for super hot guys in glasses, they are impossibly gorgeous to me. I wonder what Tim woud look like with glasses, the end result would either be ridiculously attractive of vomit worthy. I think I may have cracked out my Barbie like three months ago, it was whenever IS went off and Ifound nothing todowith myself becauseall I could think about were thedrunken photos and how hot Tommy looks when hecries. Personally the Tommy I would jump first is angry Tommy.DidMary-Kate and Ashley dolls exist?I don't evenremember because I was too busy playing with my anatomically incorrect Barbies. I tried to get Oywith the poodlesgoing in reverence to the genius that is Loreli Gilmore, but it didn't work. That was so dissapointing. I'm glad you liked the updates though!))
I love all of you so so so much! Is anyone as ready for season 3 as me? I don't wanna wait any longer. I know there was meet-and-greet up at Niagra Falls, I'm guessing the Candian side, and Tim and Laura were there and when I found out I almost pissed myself that I missed it. But there was this site with photos and I was like 'ew, Tim doesn't look like he bathed' it was really sad and I'm just blocking out the thoughts of overly scruffy Tim right now.
So here's the run down for the chapter because my brother really wants to get on the computer and I am evil and taking up as much time as I can. I'm actually working on summer assignment for my histroy course, except not. So I was going to have pre-date and the date in one chapter but then I had so many ideas for the date and there's so much that I want to happen and I want to put some Sadie and Kwest in the chapter too, so I broke it up. There's actually so much that's rolling around in my head that I might do the date in two chapters, but nothing's for sure yet because I haven't written it lol. Anywho, I just spoiled the whole bet thing for telling you but I really just jump in without explanation. I think I'll have the day in flashbacks and such because I love to put a spin on my flashbacks. Ok this is really all, I promise. So please read on and I think, for your health of course, it would be wise to review. ;o) teehee, my addiction is so now apparent. It's like Tommy's licorice adiction, well kept...sorta. Well not really but whatever on with the chapter!
Chapter 11: London Calling
"I'll pick you up at seven, girl. Well damn him! What if I wanted an 8:30 pickup?" I called, imitating Tommy's previous words. "I'll pick you up at seven…girl." I called out again, my tongue hanging out of my mouth as I slicked back my imaginary Elvis hair.
So this is what Jimmy Fallon always wanted to be…
"Ok Jude, you need to stop. You sound like a bloated Jeff Spicoli."
"You haven't even seen Fast Times at Ridgemont High."
"Yes, I just watched it with Kwest a few days ago."
"Why are you lying to me?"
"I'm not!" She stammered in my face as she wiped away the blush I had just rubbed haphazardly on my cheeks.
"Stop it! I intend to look like Bozo tonight and I will not have you ruining it!"
"Shut up and turn. Come on, face me Jude."
"I would but your face hurts my eyes." I chuckled out. I'm like a ten-year-old boy. And I kinda like it.
"Why are you so mad about this date anyway?"
"Hello, I hate him, Sadie."
"Who are you fooling around here? Because it's not me. Look up." She commanded with the eyeliner firmly in her hands. I would fear for myself but I'm too wrapped up in my own damn thoughts.
"Well, I just don't know any more. He was so nice at the studio today. But it was only because of that stupid bet we made. And tonight is the fruit of labor. And don't make me look like a whore."
"Piece of advice, Jude?" She offered, pulling the makeup away from my face to look at me seriously.
"Sure."
"Don't say fruit of his labor or he's going to get ideas about the fruit of his labor." She said, spinning her arms at her shoulders.
What? Is she trying to get my brain to work on over time to understand her insinuation? Because I got it once it flew out of her mouth.
"Dually noted Sadie." I assured her and put my hands on her arms to still them.
"So gimme the run down."
"Wasn't that one of The Rock's movies? Yea I think it was."
"Why do you think about this kind of stuff?"
"I don't know."
Who doesn't think about The Rock on a daily basis? He literally looks like one of those Greek statues of their Gods. I mean hello, his name is The Rock. I don't think it's for nothing. I so wanna meet The Rock. I would love him forever, well maybe not but whatever.
"Not really a lot to tell Sadie. I mean the day just seemed to slip by and he was nice and didn't make me do a thousand takes and he didn't kiss me and make me take it back. It was a stupid bet to begin with. How could he not win? All he had to do was be nice and he won."
"Why do you say this kind of stuff? Close."
"What stuff?" I asked as she swirled soft bristles over my eyelids.
"Never mind." She brushed off her comment easily before stepping away with a large gasp.
Is air an exhaustible resource? Because she just wasted a lot if it is.
"What about that boyfriend? I mean, T-Bone…how did that happen?" I looked down with shame, curling my toes on the soft carpet as I slunk to the floor.
"It didn't really happen."
"What?" Sadie demanded loudly.
"Don't say anything Sadie. Please! I lied to Tommy and I couldn't get myself out of it. He wouldn't drop the boyfriend thing. And now T-Bone is planning something and I didn't know that T-Bone even had the capacity to form thoughts and Tommy and punched him once and now he's a step away from devoured and not chewed." I spat out desperately as Sadie slinked next to me.
"That was stupid."
"I know, I shouldn't have lied."
"No, not the boyfriend thing, the T-Bone plan thing. Do you want my help?"
"Not especially. I want that whole thing to go away."
"Well its here to stay."
"Unless I tell Tommy."
"Oh, don't tell him. That would be bad." She said hurriedly as I looked over to see her thinking. "I'll confer with T-Bone, don't worry about it."
"What are you going to do Sadie. Do not invent petty dramas for your own amusement."
"You did that for me. But really, a little jealousy never hurt anyone."
"Sadie what are you going to do?" I demanded as she stood me up and motioned for me to close my lids again. "And this better not be purple." I told her warningly as I felt the brush twirl against my skin again.
"Oops."
"SADIE!" I whined but she just hit my arm lightly.
I would call child services but that would be taking it too far. And I like to keep drama to a minimum. My sarcasm does not want anything to do with you because I was actually being serious. I just seem to create an aura of drama. If I were a lesbian and on Next, and some Gothic chick read my aura she would Next my ass in a minute. But I wouldn't care because she was all forward and making out with this girl in the garden and I like to take things slow. Like sleeping with Tommy before we even go out on a date.
OH MY GOD!
This is our first date.
Well holy hell, this puts like all of Carnie Wilson's excess fat on my shoulders. Wow that is some chilling imagery. Seriously, all that bubblery untamed nastiness sloshing all over me. I think I'm going to vomit right now.
"Sadie," I started in a serious voice that was laced with hints of apprehension. "This is my first date with Tommy."
"I thought you didn't like him." She responded with a knowing smile.
"Oh shut up! Who even believes that? What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? This is so bad."
"Why is this bad? You guys finally get a shot at your romance. And Tommy's a great date."
"Well he liked you!"
"Jude, are you hearing yourself? Half the time we were dating he was wrapped up with you. There was like a week when he was actually seeing me as Sadie and not as Jude's sister."
"I don't believe that." I said, all joking and brinks of hyperventilating aside.
"Believe what you want, but that's how it was. Now come to my room."
"How safe do you think that is? I could die from noxious gas inhalation."
"Shut up Jude and follow me."
"But why?"
"Duh, wardrobe."
"But I'm already dressed." I protested while I looked down at my frayed jeans and sweater.
"Jude, where is he taking you?"
"Um…" I racked my brain.
I think it was French.
Or Italian.
Damn it!
Oh yeah!
"Um Misturo… or something like that."
"Do you mean Mistura?"
"Well I don't know what I mean."
"Jude you can't wear jeans to Mistura. Now come and let me play that game of dress up I've been itching for since you painted your nails black."
"Sadie, you'll make me a skankerlla."
"I will not." She assured me and pulled me into her closet.
"Sadie this isn't a walk in closet!"
"Every closet is a walk in closet if you tried hard enough."
"Oh stop watching T-Mobile commercials."
Meanwhile…Tommy Quincy grunted to himself as he turned off to the exit of his street. His Cobra whizzed past suburban homes, decked out for the holidays. Brilliantly bright red, green, white and an array of colors that barely passed to match the season twinkled at him from the snow covered front yards.
He had long ago turned off the radio, being bombarded with Feliz Navidad and too many Christina Aguleria wanna bees trying to belt out Oh Holy Night. It was enough to make a grown man cry, but Tommy held the few persistent tears of pain and agony in as slammed his fist into the dial.
"No, don't follow me home. Do not follow me home." He pleaded into his empty car as he watched the overgrown SUV trail him. "Do not follow me home." He willed again as he stopped abruptly at a curb, wrenching himself from the seatbelt and fuming in the middle of the street.
Somewhere in the distance and overly cheery Santa wished him a merry Christmas and sleigh bells rang out into the cold air. These people's resources are too expandable. No one needs a ho-ho-hoing Santa. Tommy thoughts bitterly, in a fashion that would make Jude call him Scrooge for a week. He smiled lightly at the thought of her but felt it falter and sink into a frown asKwest pulled up next to him, watching with amusement as his friend stood out in the cold and tapped his foot like a little old lady.
"Do you have ring worms T?"
"That doesn't make sense. Why are you following me?" He demanded loudly, shuddering lightly and drawing the attention of the neighborhood kids.
"Why are not still driving to your house?"
"Because you were following me. Tell me why!"
"Tell me why." Kwest mimicked meanly, sticking his tongue out and shaking his head around on his neck.
"I will not hesitate to beat your ass."
"Then I'll just run you over."
"You wouldn't."
"Yes I would and it would be very simple. I would throw this baby into reverse and then pull back up and run you over at sixty miles an hour. She goes zero to sixty."
"Do people believe you when you say things? That baby weighs as much as eleven baby elephants."
"Hey! She's self conscious." Kwest reprimanded as he hand ducked through the window and pet the car gently. "That is beyond weird."
"I'm weird?"
"Yes. You are standing out here, pulling your best Golden Girls tantrum. And just so you know its," Kwest head disappeared from the window and inside the car to check the thermometer, "it's like 10 degrees out here."
"Ten degrees or like ten degrees."
"Why does it matter?"
"IT DOESN'T MATTER! WHY ARE YOU NOT SITTING AT HOME AND WATCHING WHY CAN'T I BE YOU RIGHT NOW?"
"Well, I hate that show. Nick Zano irritates the shit out of me. And because you have a date with Jude tonight."
"I am thoroughly aware of that, Kwest."
"Which the Nick Zano thing or the Jude thing.
"Both. Now please turn around and go home."
"You are obviously not thinking straight and if I know you at all, you will blow this date."
"How could I possibly blow this date. I haven't blown a date since…seventh grade."
"I would advise you to 1) Not bring up that date. Explosive diarrhea is not enticing. 2) Not take her to an Indian restaurant to avoid said stomach conditions and 3) Do not bring up other dates."
"Kwest," He growled out.
Kwest took it as warning one and as long as the rules were the same, he had two warnings left. "I'm just sayin' don't go pee in her house and leave the seat up. That could be the end of Jommy." Kwest offered with a friendly tone as if he were saying all this out of the goodness of his heart and not for his own amusement. Tommy's head shot up as he stared back at his friend seriously.
"Don't call us Jommy."
"Why not?"
"Well, Jude doesn't like the name. And she's right, she only gets her J and I get my whole ommy."
"Should I be calling you mommy for the nuptials?"
"Stop talking in circles."
"T you got it so bad." He said, awaiting another smart-ass quip from his friend. But he leaned out his window as Tommy merely shuffled his feet on the ground, scuffing the soles of his shoes and saying nothing to the contrary.
"Get it your car." Kwest told him, refusing to argue. Tommy looked up at him for a moment before stalking back to his Cobra. He puffed out a breath of cold air as his hand clasped the freezing handle.
Just as he swung the door open, a girl from one of the surrounding houses ran out and stopped directly in front of him, her chest heaving with pants. "Hi-" Tommy started as he watched in slow motion as the girl's hand flew to his hand and yanked with all her might. From his car Kwest watched frozenly as his hand jerked forward sharply and back again with her palm, his face not registering the pain, only the shock. She retracted her hand, looking at the jet-black hairs lying in her palm.
"OhmyGodIhaveLittleTommyQ'shair!" She screamed into the cold air, Tommy's horrified stare drawing none of her attention.
Fifteen minutes later…"Why would she do that? Are people insane?" Tommy complained, padded his scalp in pain.
"Oh get over it."
"It really hurt and she really got a handful." He looked up worriedly as his voice came out in merely in a whisper. "Is there a bald spot? Can you see it? Is it visible?"
"Slow down desperado. You can't even see it." Kwest assured him with a laugh as Tommy straightened himself, acting as if nothing had been wrong.
"Good." He huffed as he pulled the lapels of his jacket forward. Kwest watched as his nervous hands made their way from his the front of his jacket and back into his pocket as he suddenly looked to him.
"Do you really think I'll screw it up?" Kwest merely chuckled and clapped him on the back as he led the two towards the apartment as if he lived there his whole life and owned the building.
"Quincy, I have seen you mess it up with her before."
"Hey, thanks for the support pal."
"I'm not here for that. Tonight I am your damn Joy Behar."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Seriously?" He stopped their steady pace and turned to look at him in the middle of the hallway. "You never watch The View?"
"Why are you even paid?" Tommy asked sarcastically as he fumbled with the keys outside his door. Kwest trailed behind Tommy, still in awe that he never watched in favorite morning talk show.
"What's not to love? I mean five different women, sharing their opinion on current issues,"
"facing females," Tommy cut in
"and discussing current popular culture. Each bringing different value and point of view on each Hot Topic."
"Are you a recruiter or something? How did you even come up with that?"
"I don't wither my brain cells away, trying to think of ways to trick Jude into dating me." Kwest told him matter of factly.
"Well I'm glad, Meredith." Tommy said on a chuckle, letting his keys spin across his kitchen counter, stopping right before the ledge.
"A-HA!" Kwest shouted as he shined an apple against his shirt and pointing a finger in Tommy's direction.
"A-HA what?" Tommy asked from the stairs.
"I bfnew boo batfed Tve Viewszv."
"What?" Tommy asked again as Kwest swallowed his mouthful of apple.
"I knew you watched The View."
"Whatever man." Tommy said as he ascended the small flight in the left wing of his lavish apartment, taking him to his room.
"Dude, how do you even crib this?" Kwest as he flopped onto the couch that stilled smelled of new leather.
"You've been here before man. And I don't think crib is a verb."
"You know what I mean. Didn't you blow through all that Boyz Attack! dough in like two weeks."
"No, I blew through the Boyz Attack! groupies in like two weeks." Tommy said as he slipped a button down shirt over his shoulders as the two cringed at his choice of words.
"Dude what really happened to Bruno anyway?"
"Tongue ring got caught on his…" Tommy finished as he cleared his throat to let Kwest finish the rest as he took two steps at a time on his way back down.
"Which tie?" He asked, flopping one on each hand and holding them up for Kwest to choose. "
Where the hell are you going that you need a tie you lovesick fool?" Kwest asked, spitting apple against the glass table when Tommy let a slick tie fall to the floor as he flipped him off.
"Save if for Jude. I think she might wanna."
"Could I say the same to you about Sexy Sadie?" Tommy offered as he spun the tie around his collar in swift, fluid movements. "Oh wait," Tommy stopped himself, letting his hands fall with his face questioning. "Does that make you Sexy Kwest or Sexy Kwadie?"
"Shut up man." Kwest said as he flipped Tommy's TV on, flipping to MTV and nestling himself into the couch comfortably. "I think Next is on. If we're lucky it's the lesbian one. They always make out." Kwest said excitedly, clapping his hands jovially. But his face fell and his hands slumped loudly against the couch as the screen flickered.
"Damn you Nick Zano!" He shouted into the apartment, as Tommy laughed at him.
Sadie and Jude…I was standing perfectly still as socks, t-shirts, skirts, jeans, pants, blouses, dresses and all things that would make Liboraci squeal and frolic hand in hand with Mason flew in giant heaps in front of me. I was afraid I was gonna get hit again. And that perfume bottle was not empty! As a Pussycat Doll inspired boot whirred past my face I screamed out a few profanities.
"Do you feel that swearing like that gets you farther in life?" She asked me as she stepped out suddenly, holding a t-shirt against herself and a what-do-you-think expression on her face.
Um, I will not wear that. "SADIE! That says sex kitten. Why did you even buy it?" I yelled at her as I caught the heinous shirt in my hands. She delved back in when I caught the shirt but I saw her head pop out momentarily with a thoughtful look on her face.
"Because…I'm a sex kitten?" She trailed off with a grin.
"Yuck Sadie." I told her and threw the shirt to my feet.
"Can you pick something that won't, you know, make people mistake me for a hooker?"
"You're asking a lot from me, Jude. How do you think I got the job at G-Major anyway?"
"Blew your way past all the others." I replied with a cheeky grin.
"Ha-ha." She said sarcastic as she dropped herself to the floor, tucking her hair behind her ears and digging through a pile of clothing.
"I'm really not too keen on wearing anything you own. No offence or anything. It's just not…"
"Your style. Yes I am aware but just get over it for one night. Here try this dress."
"Sadie, this is a crimson red cocktail dress."
"I'm glad you know your colors, I'll notify Crayola with a nice pat on the back tomorrow. No shoo. Try it on."
"Oh don't do that! Don't you remember the time Kat and I were sick for a week because we wanted to eat cotton candy pink? Crayola people are evil. But I wouldn't mind a piece of that Mr. Magic Marker guy. He was hunky." I told her as I tossed a grin on my way to her bathroom to change.
"Jude, did you like smack your head, or sniff too many Sharpies?"
"No more than anyone else, why?" I asked with my hand on the doorknob.
"Mr. Magic Marker was never a company mascot. For anything."
"Whatever. Mr. Clean, Mr. Magic Marker. Tomato, to-mah-to."
"Ew, Mr. Clean is ugly." She called to me as I closed the door.
"Says the girl who had a crush on that old guy from MASH. You are not one to be critiquing."
"Just try it on Jude." She told me tiredly as I was slipping the dress over my head. I watched it fall into place and as I smoothed it out I wasn't smacked with the overwhelming need to cringe and rip it off. I sighed as I spun the knob and walked out to show Sadie.
"You are wearing that. No question." She said through a slightly sagging jaw.
"That good?"
"That great, Jude. This will definitely have someone drooling."
"But I fed the dog yesterday!" I whined and stomped my foot for good measure. I actually haven't fed the dog in several years but no one is really keeping track.
"I was talking about a different dog. One by the name of Tommy Quincy."
"How long have you been hanging out with Portia?"
"I dunno, since I started working at G-Major."
"I think you guys need a breather. You're turning into a blonde version of her. I'd like to call you Blortia."
"Stop talking Jude." Sadie said in amusement and shuffled back to her closet in search for a pair of shoes.
"If I look remotely like a Spice Girl I will be really mad Sadie." I called from the bathroom as I changed out the dress, not wanting to muss it before I had leave.
"If you wanna be my lover you have to get with my…friends." Sadie sang loudly, stopping and trailing off. I can't resist, but Connie Chung should be shaking in her white overly taffeta and frilled gown. Sadie is gonna knock the nation to its knees with that voice.
"Oh hey!" I started in realization. "That's really dirty." Sadie said with a deep-seated grimace as she finished for me.
"Yeah. No wonder mom wouldn't let you see Spice World."
"I saw it with Katherine." Sadie said with a self-satisfied smile.
"Well good for you Garfield." I said as I slinked back and let myself fall on her bed lazily.
"I think I found a pair!" She exclaimed too excitedly, which meant only my demise.
"Oh crystal ball. Crystal ball, save us all. Tell me life is beautiful." I sing-songed from her bead as I played with the tassels on her pillow.
"Not scared, are you." Sadie taunted nicely. Is that possible, being a nice taunter. Well, Sadie is a woman of many façades. And is definitely taunter a word…
"No, not too much." I said uncertainly. With an enormous boot in her hands and concerned look her face, Sadie joined me on the bed staring at me intently.
"Please, don't oh honey what's wrong à la Victoria Harrison. I beg you." Sadie sighed with a smile, opening her mouth once more.
"Don't be nervous. Look at all he did to snag a date with you. More than anyone I've known."
"And you have known a lot of people." I said breaking with a smile and snort.
"Can I ask you a question, in all seriousness." I said, my grin faltering and my hands falling on top of hers. "Did you ever," I started as she cocked her head as she listened seriously "have sex with Liam?" I finished with a loud laugh. Sadie looked at me in utter amazement and shock and after a few minutes she opened her mouth, her chin protruding in a very Julie Garland manner.
"Liam is a ve-" she started as my phone sang loudly from my bedroom.
"London Calling." I said on a laugh and padded across the warm area rug to my room.
"Hello?" I chirped into the receiver, knowing it was Tommy but not wanting to let on.
"Hey girl. It's Tommy."
"Tommy who?"
"Um, Tommy. You know, your producer." I giggled loudly.
"I'm not in music business." I informed him in an outrageous falsetto.
"Jude, come on. It's Tom."
"Oh TOM! This isn't Jude. This is Trixie from a few nights ago, silly boy. I'm so glad you called because I picked out the china and I just need your final say on if you want pink with unicorns or fuchsia with puppies. Oh and who is this Jude? I think we promised each other at counseling that we would stay faithful until the wedding."
"Oh Trixie, baby, I'm so sorry. This is a really bad time. Can I call you later?" Tommy said seriously. HEY! This was a joke. A not so clever ruse of my making! And how does he know a Trixie damn it?
"What?" I nearly screamed into the phone, only to be met by his infuriating chuckles.
"You are not a funny one Mr. Quincy." I told him in my most stern voice, but feeling my smile crack through as his laughs continued.
"Uh, Jude. I'm outside your house. Are you ready?"
"No you're not. You're lying to me. Lying is a sin Tommy." I heard him chuckle from the other line again. This is no laughing matter.
"Stop laughing immediately."
"Yes ma'am." He mocked.
"I'll hang up on you and let you sit outside my house all night." His laughing stopped abruptly. "You know that I would Tommy. Would you really like to spend the night getting acquainted with your car?"
"Oh, she's offended. Don't you know who she is?" Tommy jested as rolled my eyes and made my way to my window, peering down at my driveway.
"OH THE VIPER!" I squealed into the phone as I watched Tommy open the door and wave at me.
"I can see you girl." He called as I watched his head tilt up and his mouth hung open with a lazy grin.
"I can see you to." I told him as I ran from my window, drawing the curtains.
"Hey-"
"Stop whining, Sadie will be down to let you in, in a minute."
"Sadie?" Tommy asked apprehensively.
"Oh get over it, she doesn't hate you any more. And I saw you squirreling Kwest in there, so she'll be plenty occupied." I heard him laugh once more before I snapped the phone shut and called to Sadie.
"Little Tommy Q brought you a surprise."
"His heart on a stick?" Ok, so maybe she doesn't like him yet.
"A little better. Kwest is with him." A bright grin etched on her features as she ran to the staircase, stopping mid way and turning to me.
"If he hurts you anymore, he better change his name and hope that me and Bloodbath never find him." She told me seriously.
"Who's uh, Bloodbath?" I asked with a nervous chuckle. I really hope she doesn't name her knives. That would be really weird.
"The German Shepard I'll buy to hunt him down. Make sure you have something that reeks of him." She finished as I laughed in the face of her threat but something told me she wasn't joking as she whisked herself down the stairs and to the door. I heard her disdainful hello for Tommy and her pecking kisses for Kwest.
"Is uh, Jude ready?" Tommy asked warily. He's smarter than I thought; he does not want to incur her wrath right now. I think she would filet him alive and feed him Santa's polar bears. The windy gusts met my bare feet as I scampered off to Sadie's room, snatching the clothes and changing hurriedly.