So, I attempted to post this like a week or 2 ago. Then life got crazy. I had essays, I re-designed my room, I did some back up vocals on a friends demo, then I was a stand in bassist for a friends band who just left for a club tour. If I didn't have school, I would so be on tour with them. I've grown attatched to the look of over sized beanies, black rimmed glasses, jeans, and a black t-shirt. Its cute, I promise. lol. Luckily I am on spring break. Woo!

Anyway, here is chapter 5, little lies. Chapter 6 will follow later today. I have all chapters up to twelve written. So I plan to upload at least 3 chapters within the next couple of days. Well, I am exhausted. Enjoy!

.5.

Little Lies

I'm all right.

I'm okay.

Both are a couple of little lies,

I like to say.

- Infite Abyss

Did you know that awkward has 6 different meanings? I am pretty sure that four of the six can easily describe the mood on the plane. I am currently on a private jet to New York. Because of a midterm, Claudia bailed on our free trip and Jaime had work to do. Now, I sit next to my sister, across from Spied and the boys. Tommy and Sam are sitting behind the guys. Sam is sleeping with her head on Tommy's shoulder. He's staring out the window.. I kind of want to kick her. It really sucks when the other woman is someone you actually like. I try to tell myself that I can't hold the ring on her hand against her, after all, she did have Tommy first…..

"Sad, are you okay?" Jude whispered. " I didn't realize they were both coming."

"No, its fine," Sadie responded quickly. She attempted a slight smile. "I'm going to close my eyes for a little while." Sadie rested her head on the sad excuse of a pillow and closed her eyes. Jude looked at her sister sympathetically.

Once Sadie was off, Jude was left on her own with Tommy. Everyone else was napping. She met Tommy's eyes for a minute. He sent her a weak smile, before laying his head on his fiancée's and dozing off.

"Great. Thank you very much. How everyone I know could possibly sleep on a plane, I will never understand," Jude muttered and laid back further in her chair. At least G-Major had a comfortable plane.

"Okay," Samantha declared. "We tipped off the press with false information, so getting out of here shouldn't be any trouble. All of you will be staying in the penthouse of the Ritz Carlton next to Central Park."

"You are going to have a few hours to yourself before the driver will pick you up for dinner," Tommy continued.

Sadie made a face. They were finishing each other's sentences?

"So, feel free to do anything you want. As a short notice treat, here is a little extra something to enjoy the city with," Sam added, handing the group visa cards with their name on it. "It's a 1,000 each."

There was a choruses of thanks and awesome from the boys. Jude and Sadie smiled politely.

You know what makes situations more awkward? When the one that is supposed to be the villain does something like that….

"I want to hate her, Sadie," Jude confessed. The two sisters stood in front of the airport watching Tommy and Samantha talk on their cell phone.

"How do you think I feel, Jude? That is my ex-boyfriend. I love her band. And she just gave me a thousand dollars to go shopping. If she didn't have that ring on her finger, I'd bow. It just hurts still. I was falling in love with him, and then he gets up and rushes off to Los Angeles."

"Yea," Jude said quietly. " I know exactly how you feel." She muttered the later.

"What did you say?" Sadie asked, just as Tom and Sam appeared to usher everyone into a limo.

"So, where are you two staying?" Sadie asked casually, once they were on the road.

"Sam owns a place not far from the Ritz."

"Nice," Sadie replied. She turned her head to look out the window. An awkward silence fell on the group.

Samantha looked around the limo. She felt out of place. She was sitting in a limo with her fiancé's ex-girlfriend, her little sister, and her little sister's band.

"Sadie, Jude mentioned that you've done some modeling. Do you still keep it up?" Sam asked in an attempt to make conversation. Tom was surprised to hear Sadie's name coming out of Sam's mouth. He took her hand in his, running his finger of the ring he had given her. It looked monstrous compared to her slender delicate fingers. It was a vintage piece he had kept for years.

"Not so much."

Samantha nodded and bit her lip. "How would you feel about doing a show tomorrow?"

"Huh?"

"MTV just sent off an email requesting models for their TRL fashion show. Jude's playing for it. They need one more girl. Would you be interested? They need someone to walk with Spencer Walsh."

"Your Spencer Walsh!"

"Well, I usually call him something less polite, but yes, Spencer Walsh, guitarist of Infinite Abyss."

"Yes!" Sadie shouted.

Tom and Sam looked at each other amused. Spencer was IA's 6'3, deliciously sculpted lead guitarist. His dark green eyes would pull you in. His dark messy curls made you want to run your fingers through his hair for the rest of your life. He was the type of guy you could take home to your mother. And your father would love him because he was in a band. At the age of 23, he was a successful musician and manager. He had started his own indie music label three years ago. While the group was on hiatus, he had returned to law school with an emphasis on entertainment law. If he wasn't so bloody sarcastic and messy, he would be the perfect man.

"Excellent. I'll let the producer know and send a text to Spencer. He'll be joining us for dinner. Actually, all the guys will."

"Seriously? Infinite Abyss!"

" How come no one was that excited over Boyz Attack?"

"Because its was Boyz Attack," Sam replied sweetly, pecking Tommy on the lips. He grinned against her lips and kissed her again, right in front of Jude and Sadie.

"Yeah, I decided that I cannot hate her. She's too nice. The only thing I can hate her for is Tommy loving her. This is not right!" Sadie complained in the safety of her and Jude's bedroom.

"I know! I want to hate her. I want to hate him!"

Sadie sighed and threw herself against her bed.

"Hey Sadie?" Jude said rubbing her fingers over her name on the visa card. "Want to go shopping?"

Sadie sat up with a grin on her face. "Let's go."

"You didn't have to do that, Sam." Tommy commented. Samantha tossed her hoodie on to the leather couch.

"Do what?" She chucked her navy blue Converse tennis shoes. Tommy stepped back in the door way of the penthouse apartment and observed the twenty-one year old business woman. She resembled a teenager in her low-rise jeans, white fitted long sleeve t-shirt and pink socks.

Tommy stifled a chuckle at the woman who stood in the middle of the living room.

"What?"

Tommy shook his head. " Nothing, you just look so young right now. I almost feel like a cradle robber."

Samantha laughed. "Well you were once," she teased.. She made her way over to where Tom was and tossed her arms around his neck.

"Hey! You were 17, I was 19. Not a huge difference, Sam."

"Excuses, excuses," she replied. "So what is it that I didn't have to do?"

Tommy lifted her up and carried her to the couch.

"You didn't need to give them those credit cards."

"Yes, I did. They are missing classes. I need to compensate them some how."

Tommy quirked a brow at her response. Tommy shrugged and leaned over to kiss her.

"You sure we can't cancel dinner and stay here all evening?" Tommy suggested with leer. Samantha threw her head back in laughter as Tommy placed kisses on her neck.

"Yes, I am sure," she said sitting up. " I haven't seen my band in months. I go through withdrawals. Why else do you think I am always on my sidekick?"

"To annoy me."

"That's just a bonus. We need to catch up. We are going back in the studio once I am done with Jude's album."

"I think I want to start penning my solo album," Tommy confessed into Samantha's hair. She looked up at him with excitement in her eyes.

"Seriously? You're going to do it?"

Tom nodded his head from side to side. "I have my old demo still.. I can shop it around.. Maybe get some more stuff together…"

"Uh, hello, you are marrying the owner of a record company. I'll sign you into any studio in the world you want."

"I know, but this is something I want to do on my own."

Sam just grinned and pressed her lips to his. Despite the uneasiness of the day, she knew that as long as she was with Tommy, she would be okay.

"Spencer! Johnny! Wes!" Samantha exclaimed launching herself at her band mates.

"Sammy!"

"You!"

"Shorty!"

The three men crowded around the shorter brunette.

"Group hug!"

"Okay, that was lame."

"You're a nerd."

"Bleh, you cannot be my band!"

Samantha made her way out of the middle of the group hug to make introductions. Infinite Abyss and the group had invaded casa Martez for dinner.

"Gentlemen, I would like you to meet Canada's Instant Star, Jude Harrison, her sister, Sadie, and her very own brood of boys, Wally, Spiederman, and Kyle . You boys remember, my fiancé, Tom Quincy."

"Hey man, you break her heart, we'll kill you," Johnny joked shaking Tom's hand.

"It's nice to meet you," Wes grinned, shaking Jude's hand.

"hello Sadie," Spencer greeted smoothly. Sadie silently squealed. Yes, she was one lucky lady to be walking the run way with him.

" So, Mrs. Quincy," Johnny began. He cringed to himself. "Where is my dinner?"

Samantha playfully smacked him on the back of the head on the way to the kitchen.

"It's just about done. Tom, can you make sure everyone has something to drink?"

Jude sat on the couch, next to Spied and observed the interaction between her two producers. Anymore PDA and Jude would loose her lunch. They seemed to flow together. Samantha had made fajitas and carne asada for dinner. Apparently, it was Tommy's favorite. He looked happy. Every so often, he would spin Sam around for a kiss. Jude wanted to hate her. She wanted to forget that she was a musician Jude admired. She wanted to forget that she was a nice person. She wanted to forget that she had, had Tommy first. She wanted to forget that she wasn't even seventeen. She just wanted to forget ever loving Tom Quincy. But she couldn't. Late at night, when she strummed her guitar, she could remember the feel of his lips on hers that night so many months ago.

Jude closed her eyes. She felt a headache coming on.

"Jude, are you okay?" Samantha asked with concern evident in her voice.

"Um, yeah. I just have a bit of a headache," Jude replied.

"Hey girl, do you want me to get you some Tylenol?" Tommy offered, appearing at Sam's side.

"Could you just tell me where the bathroom is?" Jude pleaded.

"I'll show you," Tom volunteered.

"Are you sure you are all right?" he asked, placing his hand on the middle of her back. Jude stepped away and into the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe, looking at her intently.

"Yeah," Jude said softly. She didn't want to meet his eyes. She nodded her head and closed the door. Jude laid back against the door. Don't go there.

Tommy leaned his forehead against the wall. He wished he could believe her, but he knew Jude better. And she was lying. He just wish he knew why.