Hey guys. :

So this was a random idea I got one late night. It was probably around 1 AM and I just got inspired for it. It's in Tommy's point of view. Right now, I have NO idea where it's going to go, I just wrote this first chapter.

So here's the deal - Date With The Night happened, minus Tommy leaving. But he DID stand her up. Which is why she gives him the ultimatum at the beginning. Oh, and the pictures might be added in - she would have gone to see Mason after Tommy stood her up and didn't answer her calls. Okay? Okay. Hope you all like... here's chapter one. ;D

Disclaimer for the whole duration of the story, because I'm too lazy- I don't own Instant Star. Yay. Now, on with the non-obvious...

"Take me, or leave me. It's simple."

Oh, if only it was a simple matter. She had no idea how much she complicated even the simplest damn things. I gazed into her eyes, hoping the bull shit that just came out of her mouth would find its way to her ears. Did she have a build-up of wax in there? Did she have any idea how ridiculous she sounded?

"Tommy, this seriously isn't a hard, complicated… thing."

Obviously not.

"Right." I scoffed. "Come on, Jude. Your age… It's just not simple. It's not that easy. I can't leave you, but I can't do this-" I pleaded with her. But she was already turning away, rolling her eyes as if she knew everything in the universe - like I was always wrong. Hey, I had a good couple years of experience over her. I think I get the upper-hand here, dammit! She was pulling all the frustrated Jude-isms… the biting of the bottom lip, the shaking of the head, the slow-walking-around-menacingly… you know. Those. They tend to anger me sometimes. Why can't she just stay still? And stop biting her lip - Jesus! She obviously doesn't know how much that affects me, because it is hot, lemme tell you… huh, maybe she does. Ohh, she's going to get it if… oh wait, she's talking. Right. Might be important.

"Goddamit, Tommy! I don't make it complicated! You do!" she huffed. Right. About that. Hm…

"Well, Jude, seriously. You're the one who's seventeen. So basically, you're making it complicated." Okay. So that was childish… I get it. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I am a desperate man. Jude kind of does that to you. Pft, uncomplicated, my ass.

She looked at me with incredulity, blubbering with her comeback. "What the hell, Tommy! That was beyond low. You stupid - you idiot! That has nothing to do with it! I'm talking about… emotions, insecurities, God, whatever the hell is wrong with you! You're just so goddamn scared all the time!"

She was wrong. I wasn't scared. I was sort of, um, terrified. So was my pal Al down there. Yeah. I could feel it. Trembling already… hell, after all this pent-up frustration and passion and lust and all that good stuff, don't you think it might be a little, well… tiring? Amazing? One hell of a work-out? Yeah, I have to stop thinking about that. Aroouuund… now. Kay, done. I hope. Oh, hell. It's not like I'm going to do it now, buddy, lighten up. Seriously, I don't think I can stand anymore… literally.

"Jude…" I started. But, once again, she decides to pace around in circles, triangles, whatever the hell else. I can't talk to her when she's moving around like that, dammit! I can't concentrate! So, obviously, I do what any other sensible person like me would do – I grabbed her arms and stopped her from moving. Okay, so maybe it was a little forceful, but it's not like I tried to do that on purpose. Gimme some credit, here. Well, obviously it was a bad idea. Jude's eyes widened – uh-oh, did she think I was playing a sixteen birthday bash pt. II? Oops. Not like I'd mind, but it would sort of go against what I'm trying to defend here. What am I defending, again? Ah, right. Damn. This sucks. She sucked in a breath, looking me in the eye. I could tell she was trying to get me to kiss her. That evil little vixen. Shining her beautiful eyes at me like that. Plumping her already plump lips out at me… when did she learn to do that? Because I totally like it. Wait, no I don't. Right – bad, bad Tommy.

Jude sighed. I did as well. "Sorry." I said, clearing my throat and looking her straight in the eyes. "Jude, it's not like I don't feel anything for you. Don't you see? I'm doing this because I care too much about you to see your career, that, by the way, you love too much to let go – and don't open your mouth and try to deny it! – be ruined by some guy."

"Tommy…" she breathed. Okay, that was not fair. Totally, unbelievably unfair. She can't use that unbearably sexy voice with me! It works too well. "You're not just some guy." Heh. Mkay. She must've sensed my doubts, because she framed my face with her hands. "Tommy, I'm serious. I feel more for you than Shay, Jamie, and Spied combined." she stated, her eyes full of a little hurt, but with a lot of passion and belief for what she was saying. Well, damn. That was… unexpected. Why? Because that means she likes me, hmm, a whole damn lot. That's kind of hard to take in when you're trying to deny her the one thing she's begging you for… I hate life. Seriously, I sometimes do. Why couldn't my dad have knocked my mother up a couple years later than they did?

Oh, and her hands? Yeah, they were now massaging my cheekbones – a sensation that I welcomed with open… er, skin? Until I remembered why we were having this discussion in the first place. You know, it's her damn fault this always happens. She seduces me, usually not on purpose, makes my brain have a meltdown so that I can't think clearly, then I do something stupid. Like on her sixteenth birthday. Then, when my brain is finally able to function properly, I'm able to process the situation correctly, and realize that, hmm, I was thinking with Al, not my head, that it was a mistake, and that it needs to be undone as much as it can be. Which is another reason why I hate life.

Gently, I grabbed her hands and put them at our sides, still holding onto them. "Jude-"

"Quincy, just shut up."

And, on that note, she wriggled out of my grip, framed my face once again, and pushed her lips onto mine. Whoa. Okay. Erm… coherent thoughts… not forming. I can't – ohh shit, I'm a goner. Seriously. Just gone. My hands snaked their way to her hips, bunching the material of her shirt, then clutching onto the bare skin underneath.

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-Kerilyn ;