Ok here is chaper 6, with an explanation. I left you guys on a funky note last time, which I think accounts for the decreased popularity of the chapter, but it basically boils down to that the scene took place way after E.J.'s meeting. The meeting was Monday and the Tommy thing happened on Wednesday. It's actually Jude's video shoot, for her song Liar, Liar. This chapter delves into the shoot and Craig and his role. I don't know what I want to do with Craig right now. lol, anyway I want to thank Duddley111 ((I love Jommy. No I really love them. If the cute little girl turns out to be Tommy's daughter and screws up Tommy and Jude, I'll cry. For ever and ever. lol)) Latisha C ((I am so glad you liked it! I loved your review, it made me smile like I had vascline on my teeth. But I don't think it's spelled that way... spellchecker is my life lol!)) and VilandraofAntar ((If I were Jude I would beat the hell outta that bar guy too. Or I'd send him the black plague in the mail back with the money. Logan definitely comes in close second, but Jess will always have my heart. I love him forever and ever. But I'm starting to feel bad for Luke because I've been watching those reruns on ABC and I still love Luke! I can't wait for the next season, almost as much as Instant Star. But not as much lol))! I love you guys, and please keep reading! I don't think I mentioned this before but the title of this ff is a song from World Leader Pretend, from their latest album Punches. I love them and I totally recommend all of their stuff, especially Bang Theory! Andthe first chapter, Curbside Prophet is a Jason Mraz song. Chapter two, Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard is a Paul Simon song I love it, lol! 3, Ziggy Stardust was my tribute to David Bowie, he's a genius. (And I used lyrics to Rebel, Rebel in the beginning of this chapter). Chapter 4, Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go, is from the Zoolander soundtrack and it's byWham,I love that song lol. And the lastchapter is the AAR song, Diry Little Secret. Thischapter ismy throwback to Clay Aiken, lol! Anywaythat's all, I just always forgot about that until now. Without any more babble, here's chapter 6!


Chapter6: Invisible

"So here's to you Tommy Quincy. And hoping your girl will see before you blind her." Her voice was a whisper, but it growled and rumbled with death.

"REBEL, REBEL YOUR FACE IS A MESS! HOT TRAP! I LOVE YOU SO! You've got your mother in a whirl. She can't tell if you're a boy or girl." Pasty screamed in my face. What is she on? No like for real, I think I might want some on.

"CUT!" The director shouted irritably and shooting me a look. What? I was not the one improvising lines, smacking Tommy's ass around and screaming David Bowie at the top of my lungs. I was sitting there, innocently. For once.

I sighed loudly and slumped over, a non-existent fat man was sitting on me.

Like that game I almost played with Jamie and the carnival when we were 9. I double-dog-dared him to fight me with the Sumo suits on. And while he shoved cotton candy and a caramel apple in his face like he was never going to eat again, he double-dog-doctor-dared me to race him to the Ferris wheel.

(I have never been one to shrink in the face of a double-dog-doctor-dare.)

I looked at him for a minute, deciding what I was going to do. He was too absorbed in his cotton candy to notice me lunging my ice cream cone at his face. It smashed into his glasses while I screamed, "Last one there's a rotten egg!" I shot off for the Ferris wheel. He followed frantically, whimpering and wiping tears and ice cream out of his face.

When we got to the top I told him to look down. He hovered over the side of the edge of our seat like a scared puppy and as he got more comfortable I shoved him hard, pretending I was going to throw him off. He yelled in absolute, unadulterated fear and blew multi-colored chunks all over the ground below. It was so gross. And funny. I was so mean to him.

It was really getting harder and harder to breath. I had been watching Sadie and Tom for the past hour and a half, rehearsing the same scene. It's like Tom wanted to be punched. Maybe he's into that… Ew. From the beginning, Sadie was believable as hell, but I had a feeling she wanted to beat his ass in since she threw doughnuts at him in G-Major. I looked back down at my script, searching for the two for flinching and here's to you lines, that I had a sneaking suspicion were mad-libbed. Alfons called for everyone to take 5 like this was Hollywood and he was Martin Scorsese shooting Goodfellas.

I scoffed at him as I passed thanking him congenially. "Thanks a million Fonze." I mocked. He looked at me like he wanted to take a phone chord and wrap it around my neck until I learned his name. "It's Alfons." He told me like my skull was a thick as the heal of his shoe. People are stupid. They think I am stupid, but I'm not. I act dumb so that they keep their expectations low. I am so not Pip. I will never dream of Great Expectations even though in the end it was all for a girl who's heart was basically black because of her adoptive, crazy mother. "Right." I said as if I was actually trying to engrain it in my brain and hummed "Sunday, Monday happy days! Tuesday, Wednesday happy days! ..."

I waltzed over to Tommy but let my cool exterior melt when I saw the red smack mark across his cheek. God, why didn't she just bite his ear off and be done with it? Hulk Hogan will be hearing about Sadie Harrison.

"Remind me again of how I got myself into this." He asked me lightly, capturing the hand I had unknowingly ran across the length of his cheek. I smiled as he kissed my palm tenderly.

Since when was he so lovey-dovey? I would have thrown up if I hadn't already admitted to myself that I kinda love him. "Hmmm…" I said looking off into the distance, reminiscing about the past two days.

My head was spinning. I was not going to make soft-core porn with Tommy. That is really past the red line of limitations I set for myself. And the one law set for me. I looked over at E.J. slashing a hand across my throat, willing this crazy man with nasty fantasies to go away.

"Hey Herman," E.J. started, interrupting his train of thought. I was more than thankful to have his Jude is a sexy nurse and Tommy is a dying patient tangent cut short. I would have loved to have never heard any of it to begin with. I'm looking at Grey's Anatomy is a whole new way.

The director walked by and clucked his tongue at Tommy and I.

"Tsk, tsk, save it for the camera."

"Up your butt." I muttered almost silently. I looked up in the face of Tommy's chuckling.

We stood for a moment as Tommy's laughter died away and he became fascinated with my hands. He took my left hand in both of his own and ran hid fingers along my palm slowly and brought it up to his lips, kissing it softly. I was melting right there. I couldn't believe this was Tommy, Tommy who had always been no-go-away-little-girl-I-don't-wanna-go-to-jail at me and even made a cross with his forefingers and shoved it in my face on occasion.

(Ok, maybe he didn't do that but he was never affectionate and never forward.)

I watched him as he let his lips linger in my hand and began to close the distance, as my lips got jealous of all the attention he was paying to my palm. But the director came back and tugged my hair slightly, motioning for me to go into makeup. This guy was bugging the hell outta me.

Even more than people who spell cool with a k, and ewl. I want to punch them. Hard. I want to draw KWEL on their face in big black sharpie and then force them to have it tattooed to them. It would be a constant reminder of their dumb-ass…ness. Their… dumb-assity. (But you have to pronounce the u in dumb like a Spanish u. It just makes it better.)

The only reason E.J. and I chose him was because he was the only remotely sane one. All the others wanted to a Justin Timberlake spin off of Cry Me a River.

"I'm not going to break into Spied's house, watch him take a shower, and have random sex with a random girl on his bed and tape it." I said, not thinking it was such an outrageous demand.

I mean come on. But the dude looked at me like I was that three-headed dog from Harry Potter.

If I was Fang this guy was totally Voldemort. Or Malfoy. Actually he wasn't that bad but he would definitely be a Death Eater. Like that damn Snape. (Who also played Tybault in a BBC version of Romeo and Juliet. I have officially seen Snape's butt in tights. Which is like seeing it in all its evil glory. Gross.) The pages in the 6th book after Snape kills Dumbledore are crinkled and the words are smudged from when I was crying. Then I went off on this mental tangent on how I was going to process Snape's brain in a blender. But they might not have blenders wherever he's hiding, so a rock would have to do. Then I thought about how violent that really was and I had to put the book down for like four months. And then when I finally read the end, I cried even more. I was a mess.

But my only mistake was telling Kwest all of this one night when I was overly exhausted. I think he asked me if I wanted some coffee and I was like "All I want is for Dumbledore to not be dead." And then relayed the whole ordeal to him, while he laughed. Who laughs at that? Who laughs at a person's pain?

I might, on rare occasion, when it's Mariah Carey and she has a mental breakdown. But I mean seriously, what the hell was Glitter? And now she's in this bathing suit with Snoop Dogg singing about going buck wild. Can I just say gross x infinity? That is more than nasty! Snoop Dogg is old and ugly and has no hair. I'll pass Snoop, really I will. And b-t-w dog is spelled with one g.

I shook my head vehemently at E.J. and becoming very uncomfortable under Herman's stare. God, I wanted to hit him. E.J. looked over at him apologetically while he tipped his beret and solemnly walked out of Darius' office. But not before adding

"Adieu mes belles."

I am so not his belle and he was not French. He had a New Jersey accent for Jesus' Holy Sake!

"Why did you scare him off like that, Jude?" E.J. demanded reproachfully. Seriously?

"You're just mad because you saw him checking you out too. You can score better than him. He smelled." I told her with a grin. She looked annoyed for a moment but then slapped my arm lovingly with a laugh. We seemed to bond in light of our mutual Georgia withdrawal.

I looked around suddenly with a chill, missing the old G-Major. The old G-Major, where washed out boy-banders came and rehearsed for their reappearance in the spotlight and no one could really stop them. The old G-Major, where we stocked the building full with all of Shay's requests and watched his Soy Milk rot in the fridge after he left for his world tour. The old G-Major, where I could bet Kwest to eat the chunky Soy Milk and an office pool would ensue.

I missed it. I missed the way my life had been sort of normal.

With Darius, everything is bigger, badder, better. Georgia made sure we were a family first, but maybe that's why she went belly up with Darius is literally rolling in money.

(I caught him once. I had just come back from tour and I didn't know about the unspoken knocking policy. I was walked into his office and saw him lying on the floor in swim trunks with dollar signs all over. He was rolling around and smothering wads of cash all over himself. And to top it all off he was screaming "YEAAAAAAAAA BOIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" in a very Flava Flav manner. It's still hard to talk about.

Ok so maybe that didn't really happen but I did catch him smelling a twenty before paying a cab driver once. It was gross. But really think about Darius rubbing money all over himself. I can see it.

It's like White Goodman masturbating with pizza but way less disgusting. Oh my God, now I'm picturing an obese Darius singing Milkshake and dancing with his man boobs like Ben Stiller did during the ending credits of Dodgeball.

I need years and years of therapy.

And I'm going to charge Darius for it. And if he asks why, I'll start singing Kelis at the top of lungs and demanding to know where my husband, Nas, is. That'll shut him up. I heard he had a fling with Kelis at her bachelorette party. Nas would kick the shit out of him. I would get watch Darius getting his ass handed to him in a Pimp Cup. I just wish Liam would get it simultaneously. Maybe I can get him to call Colin Farrell a fake Irish. Or I can just tell Colin that Liam called him a fake Irish. That'll definitely stir something up, if not I get to talk to Colin Farrell. I see no downside. )

"Gor-G-us." The Italian man admired from behind me.

I looked around for who he was talking about but followed his gaze and found myself looking at my reflection. Whatever. People are stupid.

I let my thoughts drift back to Tommy, and I suddenly found myself remembering the night at the Vinyl Palace where I decided was I going to quit. I remembered the feeling I had on stage, like I never wanted to leave and that as long as people would listen to me I wouldn't. I laughed loudly when I thought back to the band's interpretation of my songs, tubas and cheerleaders and all.

Oh, God. That stupid, embarrassing generally horrifying kiss I planted on Tommy right before I went on. This was why I tried to block out that entire week from my memory.

When I die and they play the reel of my life while I reminisce (or hope they forget about the time I put peanut butter in Sadie's hair and sent the dog in her room when she cheated while we had played Candyland) about my life, I would love for St. Peter to just skip that whole ordeal. I'm convinced you can still be embarrassed when you're dead. And Kat appropriately dubbed it The Kiss That Shall Not Be Named. (Muggles should fear that moment in time where the humiliation could be felt countries and continents away. I really want to die right now. I should never think back to that ever again. Gross.)

I hummed 24 Hours under my breath, singing my original lyrics in my head with a smile, as Giovanni "worked his magic". (

Like Fez on that one episode of That 70's Show when Lindsay Lohan was on too and he was the star of the beauty shop. That was funny. Fez is basically my life.)

"You play hard to get and I play hard to get rid of." I said in a sultry accent, imitating Fez's line from an episode.

Tommy, who had been walking past my chair to go to wardrobe, stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at me for a moment with a dark haze in his eyes that made me melt. E.J. cleared her throat loudly from a few feet away, mouthing stop drooling to him. I watched him shake himself, as if to rid himself of thoughts of me, (how nice) and stalked towards a tucked away room where Portia was setting everything up. Seeing a glimpse of Portia reminded me of another director Darius brought in for my video.

"Revenge of the Ex-s!" He said excitedly.

"Yea like Revenge of The Nerds but with more Juicytube." I told him deadpan.

He looked at me sarcastically like he knew what I was talking about but he chose not to acknowledge me or my presence (Um hello, its my video), but it was totally fake. He had never seen ROTN! I was horrified, and couldn't listen to another word he said.

But I did catch "slap Jude like a naughty school teacher…" Ew. I stared at E.J. beseechingly, silently pleading to make him leave. She got up to gently push him from the door with the usual: "We'll call you. Thanks for coming, have some coffee before you leave" while Portia slumped back grumpily. What a baby, she just wanted to be in my video.

"Why don't we play them the song before they pitch the idea. Huh?" I suggested with raised high brows and a high pitched voice.

Giovanni stooped down and stared at my lips for at least a minute before slowly running his hand across all the colors there were to choose from. He plastered a few across his hand, holding them to my eyes, my cheeks and my lips. I was getting really weirded out until he finally picked up a deep red and smeared it lightly on my bottom lip. He stepped at least a foot away, squinted, and then came back with a smile on his face. "Wond-R-ful." He proclaimed. Whatever.

He ran the brush through the palate and painted my lips such a red that it looked like I was bleeding. I looked up to him with worried on my face; I looked like Bozo on heroin. Let me tell you, it's not pretty. But he quickly dabbed a light gloss, titled Babydoll how very enticing, that softened the red instantly. I looked back at my appearance judgingly and relaxed my features when I was actually pleased with what I saw. I looked… older. Before I wouldn't have cared is I looked two or fifty-six, but it always came back to Tommy. It's the frickin Quincy Factor. Shoot me now, please.

"Picture this…" this guy said before even introducing himself.

"Jude's song dissolving through the speakers as we focus in on her mystery man at the piano-"

"Actually we already have Tommy for the lead. But go on" E.J. cut in. He looked over at her meanly before continuing.

"He plays a slow, repeating, soulful riff on the piano." He began, laying down the basis of the video with a little too much gusto. No, way too much gusto. He's freaking me out.

"Cut to his fingers dancing lightly across the keys then pan to Jude. She is pulled in by the melody, inching closer with every chord…"

Hey weird guy, could you stop talking about it so excitedly? And stop replicating my effing birthday? It's scaring me.

Fonze called for quiet on the set as my voice rumbled through the speakers, low and echoing. I sounded like a boy. I heard Fonze scream himself silly.

"That is the wrong TAPE! I asked for the instrumental. Don't make me take you back to the pound!"

Ok I don't know what that means, I'm hoping whoever it was had a job previously at the pound and Fonze wasn't looking to put him down or something. But I was getting the impression that I shouldn't put murder past Fonze. It was like Lucifer with hair gel. So basically Tommy on a bad day.

I looked over briefly to see Tommy playing the piano in his solo scene. I knew, sequentially, the fight scene came after this shot in the actual video, but we were shooting it out of order. But they had decided to shot the kiss last, just as it would appear last in the final product. Woo hoo. Please bathe in the golden sarcasm.

I looked at him as he took a seat directly across from me, grasping my hands with a glint in his eyes. Can anyone say Charles Manson?

"But there's history between you two. He's lied and betrayed you. You're finally finished, washed you hands, renounced him, but you can't help it. The attraction is palpable, it's squeezing itself around the air and circling between the two of you."

Ok, look, this man needs to stop. He's freaking the shit out of me. And I don't have that much to go around. And he needs to stop narrating like he's writing a fanfiction.

"He watches you come over, pleading with his eyes but pushing you away with everything else he has in him. We see him giving in as you walk closer. Then we cut to a thought sequence. There's a girl yelling. She's yelling at him that he breaks everyone he touches; that she won't let him you near her. We pan out of his thoughts to Jude who sings the opening lines, her eyes shifting between Tommy and the candle light."

Shut up right now. I am no longer listening to you.

I looked over at E.J. but she was almost drooling while she hung on his every word. What a follower. I refused to listen to his babble any longer and tried to leave the room. But Portia turned her attention from the crazy man for a second and gave me a look that I know she stole from Darius. But it did the trick and I sat down with a sour look on my face while trying not to listen while he basically recounts my entire frickin birthday.

What can I think about? Hmmm, what was the last movie I saw? Stick It. That was funny, I thought the guy would be hotter, but he wasn't. That bitchy girl was really familiar. Damn it! What is she from? This is going to bug the hell outta me all day… OH MY GOD! She was on American Dreams! She was Roxanne. And so was the hot boyfriend from Gilmore Girls, Jess.

I mean he was on American Dreams, not that he was Roxanne. But that would be funny since he has this whole bad boy mystique thing going. I can see him in a dress and pearls and lipstick! Jess Mariano, vicious trollop. But really, I am in love with him. He was by far the hottest of Rory's boyfriends, even though Logan is really hot. But he's leaving for London, and Rory loves him. I mean, she told Jess so. That was mean, I felt bad for him.

And I was like "Jess, I'll love you! I'll marry you!" But nothing happened.

Well actually Sadie came into the room and told me to get over my pathetic existence and then asked what I would do without a TV. I told her to get away from me and quickly chewed the popcorn in had in my mouth and stuck it out for her to see. That was funny. I laughed out loud at the thought of her abhorred face, obviously disrupting the crazy man's tangent. Whatever. I looked around for something to throw at his general direction. Or at his face.

"Jude." Tommy called, pointing over to my stool. This was Fonze's great idea.

"Liar. The word. It's haunting. It… haunts you. Me. Everyone."

Nice stupid man, haunting and haunting mean the same thing. People are stupid.

"So each time the song repeats Liar, Liar we're going to close up on Jude's lips and she'll mouth them."

WTF? No really. W-T-F mate? I want to give this man the chicken pox. I want to infect him with a virus. Do people not see what they do to me! I'm becoming Paula from the Real World: Key West. Watch me assault them in a drunken state, telling them to KISS MY ASS! and that their E! True Hollywood story would only consist of: I have a small wiener. Most people think I make this up, but I am not joking. She said that to Zack in the same episode that Tyler brought home a boy and made out with him in the hot tub. Go to MTV Overdrive, its there!

I looked at him stupefied, so he continued to explain.

"We'll pan away from where ever the scene is, and come over to Jude. Lips, totally made up, dark red and you mouth liar, liar while the music plays behind and the camera closes in on you."

He clarified and finally addressed me. Yea I got it the first time, despite his less that intelligent explanation, I just think it's stupid.

"Or not…" I said, but E.J. and Portia shot me mirrored evil looks. I was so not going to win this.

"Cue music!" Fonze shouted as my voice melted through the old building.

Tell me you breathe me till your last breath… "Liar, Liar." I lip-synced on cue with the music, letting my tongue linger on my top lip each time. Fonze cut the tape and looked over at me from the behind the camera.

"Perfect" he said in a whisper that I had a sneaking suspicion was laced with tears. What a baby. I hope he gets what's coming to him. And he deserves to be in a live reenactment of Revenge of the Fifty Foot Woman who will sit on him. And crush him. And I would film it and watch it over and over and laugh manically. Dr. Evil anyone?

At G-Major

"Please, have a seat."

"Yea, sure man." Craig said uneasily. He looked back at the man that Jamie and Jude called a jaguar in Armani. He shifted under his piercing gaze, wishing he had something in his hands to play with.

"I'm cut the bullocks and go straight to the point."

"Do not pass Go, do not collect 200 dollars." Craig added with a nervous laugh.

"Sorry, I don't follow."

"Oh uh, its just uh. It's a board game. Monopoly…"

"Right." Liam said with an exaggerated nod of his head. He distantly heard a phone ring, cursing under his breath for Sadie to answer it. But then remembering she was off at the video shoot.

He shook it off and looked back at this Craig Manning. This teenager that he had heard perform only once, but was convinced he could do something big for G-Major.

Liam didn't have faith in many people, not even the automated voice on people's answering machines. Not even Oprah. But he had an inexplicable faith in Craig and he convinced Darius to have the same trust.

"Well, Mr. Mills and I have discussed a certain topic. A topic pertaining to you and the future of G-Major." Craig's mind began to reel in over time, thinking of anything he could have done wrong. He hadn't thought that Tommy had enough pull to release him for the contract but he was beginning to doubt his… doubt.

"We're setting up headquarters all over. We're starting with one in New York City, and we need artists to send over there. We need artists with talent to stabilize it. Darius and I believe you might have what it takes. We realize it's a big decision, so maul it over and get back to us." Liam told him, finishing with a tone that left Craig with no uncertainty that he was dismissed.

"Well I really appreciate the opportunity and what this means for me and my music. So I will definitely get back to you." Craig told him with a mega-watt smile. Liam shielded his eyes, not used to be around such a cheerful person. Darius had beat the will to live out of most of G-Major and Liam only had to take Jude's bunch in small doses.

"Craig, don't wait too long." He warned as he made his way out.

He saw Spied sitting at one of the couches, fiddling with his guitar. "Whacha playin?"

"Nothin, dude." He said with finality and set his guitar down. Ok, so maybe Spied didn't like Craig. At all. But it didn't matter.

"Liam just uh, told me I could go over to New York. To, ya know, record my album there."

"Great." Spied said sarcastically, his eyebrows raised so high that his shaggy hair hid them. "Are you gonna?"

"I don't know."

"I would if I were you. Jude, she's like a black hole." Craig sent his a puzzled look.

"You think she's not affecting you, but she like… sucks you up. And you don't even know it dude. Pretty powerful." Spied said with his wise voice. He was speaking the utter truth but putting a little drama on it for good effect.

"They'll want you to choose like by tomorrow dude."

"What? No way."

"Yes way, the troops are heading over there for SNL, they'll want to kill two birds with ya know, one stone." He said, motioning a slingshot and pulling the invisible rubber band in Craig's face.

David and Goliath anyone? Or Kim Cattrall vs. Sarah Jessica Parker.

"Dude, I'd go if I were you. But I'm not. Later."

He said on a laugh and left Craig to think. She's like a black hole… she sucks you up. Jude sounded like Manny. Craig didn't know if that was good or bad but pulled out his phone regardless. He searched through his phone book, but stopped before he got to M. He listened to a persistent, monotonous ring.

"Craig?" She chirped excitedly.

"Ellie, hey." He said easily. He suddenly knew what he was going to do.

Back to the video shoot…

We shot the first scene with Tommy and I, afterwards Fonze called break again. I think he has an overactive bladder. I mean why else would he let us off so often? I saw Darius call me over with a look I could not understand. It was a mix of anger and giddiness. He is so deranged. Or Darius is really an enigma beneath his baldhead and gansta exterior.

Even though, as far as thugs go, Darius is pretty tame. If Shug-Nite were my manager I would have gotten smacked around with the butt of gun after my "diva-fit" on the yacht party. Whatever.

He looked over at me sharply and called Tommy and I over again. Darius materialized a television in this weird abandoned shack thing and flipped it on to TRL. He pointed, motioning for us to watch. What? Does he have a crush on LaLa? Damien? Kurt Loder seems like his type, but I don't really know. He turned the volume while Pink introduced her new video, Stupid Girls. What a copycat! Oh, wait mine was a cover. Whatever.

"What's she-"

"Shhh" he bit out. Butt plug. He totally reminds me of that other weird guy that wanted to shoot my video like the X-Files. Well not really, but that guy really freaked me out.

"Tommy's an alien…" I walked out. I'm listening to that. I wandered into Hospitality and saw Craig strumming his guitar while Mason watched him intently, pretending to write a paper. Oh, poor Mason, I don't think Craig's bat swings that way. Unless Manny is a man. Hmmm…

"Hey, what's up?" I asked them. Craig smiled up at me as I sat next to him.

"Excited for New York, rock star?"

"Mmhmm." I said with a mouthful of water.

"Sorry, were you quoting Relient K? Because I would have to send you to find help." Wally put in as he passed us.

"Was not!" I called after him with a laugh.

He turned back to face me with a yea right expression before he broke into similar laughter. Spied joined the group and I finally saw the chance to let Spied in on a little thing called payback. Revenge is so much sweeter than an Orlando Bloom sundae smothered in Johnny Depp sauce.

I walked over a cupboard, knowing where Tommy had stashed the dog treats, and found my place again between Mason and Craig. "Want a pretzel?" I offered to Spied as I reached across Craig. He eyes me suspiciously and then relented, reaching into the bag and popping one in his mouth while I tried to keep my face straight. He chewed it thoughtfully before horror and disgust drew over his face. I thought he was gonna spew.

"Jude! This tastes like shit! What is this?"

"Hey, Snuggles likes them just fine!" I protested on a laugh as Spied's eyes bugged even more as he spat the dog food across the couch at me. Nasty.

"Spied, I am going to beat your face inside out." I screamed at him while I wiped the chewed disgustingness off of me and wildly threw a punch in Spied's direction. I missed. Damn it. I missed by a long shot. But I hadn't hit Craig, which would have been bad. Spied shook his head at me, wiping his tongue frantically, trying to rid the taste. I saw Mason staring at me with his mouth open while Craig laughed quietly.

"What? He's eaten Puppy Chow before. He'll be fine." I reassured him. He closed his mouth and went back to his laptop. I turned to Craig who was still laughing lightly.

"So how's Manuela?" I asked, trying my best Spanish accent as I pronounced her name.

"She's uh, fine." He said cryptically. He didn't know how Manuela was.

"Haven't talked to Manny have you?" He made a Pssht noisethen looked at me for a minute.

"No, I haven't." he confessed. I smiled opening my mouth to say something more when E.J. shrieked for me again. God, she's like Lucifer in Jimmy Choo's. I rolled my eyes good-naturedly before heaving myself up and trudging back to Darius' office. Or as I like to call it… hell.

"Hey, Craig" Mason Fox interrupted Craig's stare.

"Yea." He said distractedly as he turned his attention between Mason and looking back at Jude. There was something about her.

"Nevermind." Mason said with a smile before going back to his computer screen.

Back at the video shoot...

I watched the video in sheer amusement. She had made fun of all the fake-It Girls in Hollywood within the span of 2 and a half minutes.

"That was-" I stopped myself.

Pink had suddenly changed outfits and body forms. She was a baby in a highchair, crying loudly. While the song played, her hair changed from vibrant red to bright blonde every few moments. Was she making fun of me? When baby Pink's hair continued to change colors some old man came up to her and pulled her out of the high chair and they played some serious tonsil hockey until the screen faded out to black.

"I AM NOT A STUPID GIRL!" I shouted. Pink is a whore. I hate her. "She was making fun of me! Wasn't she?" I continued to yell incredulously.

Pink is a whore.

I turned back to the screen as Damien laughed along with Pink and asked about all the girls from her video. Like he didn't know. And the bitch name-dropped! She told them about Lindsay and Paris and Hillary and Nicole.

"And what about that last scene." He asked. What a douche bag. He knew exactly who that was.

"That was poking a little fun at Jude Harrison." She said coyly.

Pink is a whore.

"Well the scandal just erupted a few days ago, was this just a spur of the moment thing?" He prodded. If I were Pink, E.J. would punch me and then tape my mouth shut.

"Well there were rumors before and I thought it was funny. And then yea, the whole thing erupted like Monday, so it was even better."

Pink is a whore.

"Why did you show her this?" Tommy demanded. Because they want you foot up their ass, Red Foreman. "It's only making her upset." He continued.

"T, calm down man."

"Yea Tom, I'm fine. It's not a big deal." It really wasn't. I sorta didn't care.

He shook his head vehemently, giving Darius a dangerous look. He turned back towards me as his eyes softened. It's not like I was dating another Jude and we had just broken up. I'm fine. And so is Paris, she'll probably date A.J. from the Backstreet Boys. Or Chaz. Hmmm, that would funny.

"Places people!" Fonze's right hand man yelled across the set, reminding me of Mugatu's assistant in Zoolander. I wonder if Fonze gets bloated from foamy lattes. Gross. But I do think he would throw the scalding coffee back on people. Some say he's particular. I say he's potentially psychotic.

They led Tommy to the piano again, concealing his Sadie-bruises nicely, (But much to his chagrin. He hadn't worn makeup since his Boyz Attack! days and he was thrilled about breaking the record) as they placed me in front of him. The song melted through the speakers again.

"Tell me you love me like a star

Tell me you want me wherever you are

Tell me you breathe me till your last breath

Liar, li-" I mouthed along with the recording but Tommy cut me off before he final liar, liar. Well, his lips cut me off. Fiercely. It was like fire on fire as our lips connected and meddled to each other. I left consciousness behind and I slipped deeper into a senseless oblivion. Holy Roller Novacaine!

I faintly heard my name being called in the background, but all my logic melted as Tommy slid his tongue past my lips while his fingers danced at the hem of my shirt.

Oh, I was in trouble. I gasped lightly onto his lips while he palms traveled up my skin. I felt every stroke of his finger, every brush of his nails, making my skin highly sensory and the rest of me highly reactive. I dug my nails into his scalp, regaining his lips hungrily. I felt his chest rumble against mine, sending chills down my back. I heard a voice in my ear, disapproving but more shocked. "Jude, your dad is here."

Oh shit!

I threw myself off of Tommy, with his hands still up my shirt. It became an awkward dance as I tried to distance myself as quickly as possible and remove his hands. It looked like he was groping me and I was getting really into it. And believe me, I would have if my dad weren't there. Finally untangling himself, Tommy smiled slightly. What a fool. My dad was going to beat him to a pulp. I looked around frantically, growing more and more red as my breathing became even more ragged. But it was mostly from the kiss.

"Where is he?" I nearly shouted, turning myself to be face-to-face with a smug looking E.J.

"Well, he's not exactly here. But he should be with you all the time. Like a little reminder…" She trailed off suggestively. Ew. Like I'd want my dad in my head while I was making out with Tommy. That is so disgusting on so many unbelievable levels. Especially the Woody and Soon-Yi kind of way. Please cue horrified shudder here.

I narrowed my eyes at E.J. while I rubbed my eyes roughly. I inhaled and opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came to mind. There had to be a reason she told me my dad was here.

Oh shit, take 2.

"Did we just pull an-"

"Ashlee and Ryan. Yea." She told me with a lightly laugh.

"Sorry." She added looking anything but.

"But at least we got the take!" Portia said brightly as she sidled over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

Why was she so happy? I just made out with her ex-husband. If I were Portia, I'd be furious and slap me. But I guess Sadie filled that quota for the next century. I groaned loudly, feeling embarrassed that everyone was still looking at me. I looked back over at Tommy who had been staring at me the whole time. What does he want? Butt face. This was just as much him and it was me.

The after shock wore off as we cheered at the completion of Jude Harrison's second video. I silently looked over at Tommy as he nodded, following me to his Porsche. This man has more cars than Hugh Hefnar has had women. He's the Playboy of cars. And probably the Playboy Bunny Mansion too. Tommy's a horny man.

"Jude…" He started as he sped down the freeway passing cars like he was Tom Cruise. Feeling the need. The need for Speed. Guess he could also feel the need for Spied,but I don't wanna think about that.

"Yea Quincy."

"At the shoot, earlier, I think-" I cut him off, turning on the radio, thinking it would stop him.

Now he was feeling regret, and not feeling so hot about the whole dirty little secret shit he fed me. Gross, what if he really did feed me shit. I wouldn't eat it. Not even for him.

But he inhaled again with resolve and just talked louder over The Pussycat Dolls. Seriously, what the hell kinda music does he listen to when I'm not around?

Oh my God! He's a… CLAYMANIAC!

I think I'm going to be sick. I bet he would let Clay watch him in his room or whatever. God, what was that song called… this is going to bug me more than the Stick It thing from yesterday! It was… INVISIBLE! Ahhh, what a sad time for humanity. I died a little inside each time I heard that song. My soul almost withered away into nothingness. Even Eden goes, come on Clay you're too desperate.

"Jude, the thing is," He parked the car in my driveway pulling the key out of the ignition and silencing Busta Rhymes rap. "I don't think… I would have stopped." He told me seriously.

Um, ok. What do I say to that? No really. That's worse than when I told Jamie I already miss you at the airport. It must be the water at G-Major; it makes us say things normal, sane people don't say. I'll have to tell Darius about that.

I was going to ask why, play off like I didn't know. But I was afraid he would give me another, you know exactly why response again. Then I would literally have to jump his bones. I looked down at my hands, then at the clock. It was already midnight and we had to be to the airport by 6 A.M. for an 8 o'clock flight tomorrow.

Today.

No, tomorrow.

I don't know.

I can't process thought when I can feel Tommy staring at me like that. Expecting an answer. Expecting a something. The truth is, I know wouldn't have stopped. He followed my gaze, inhaling enormously and letting it out slowly. It was the only noise in a weighted silence.

"It's late. Early… We've uh, have to be at the airport soon." I told him; also knowing no one was at my house right now.

Sadie's Bug wasn't in the driveway and I knew she was still back at the warehouse. Probably with Liam. I looked over at him and saw a devilish grin across his face as he leaned closer.

"You could come back with me. Stop back in the morning to get your stuff."

Oh shit, take 3.

I gulped loudly at his offer. I let my relieved breath unhitch as Sadie pulled up behind the Porsche as she got out. There wouldn't be anyone there to stop me if I were chez Quincy. And if he couldn't stop there would be no one to restrain me.

"Nah, I'm good. But I'll see you there." I told him lightly as if the previous conversation had not been one of the more serious in my lifetime. He nodded and unlocked the doors with a sigh. What a girl. I looked over at him meaningfully before I got out.

"Night Tommy." I told him, leaning in, inhaling, and kissing his cheek. He felt him pull towards my lips as he inhaled similarly. I pulled back, and hopped out. It felt empowering as I made out his numb and profile through the tinted window. I saw him wave as the engine purred again, with his other hand in the steering wheel.

He looked very John Travolta, Grease-era. Very tempting.

But Sadie brushed past me, grasping my arm and pulling me towards the house. She barely acknowledged Tommy in his ebony Carera in the middle of our suburban driveway. I waved back and turned my back to follow Sadie. I stopped at my door for a fleeting moment, to look back at Tommy. He looked back at me; I could feel his eyes boring into me. I mouthed goodnight, knowing somehow he would know, before I whipped my head back towards the house and walked in.

"Long day?" Sadie said with a suggestive smile.

"You could say that."

I told her, throwing my arms around her, throttling her with a hug. Aww, we're like Mary and Lucy or Loreli and Rory or those two sisters from Beautiful People or Tito and Michael.

Back at G-Major...

"Mr. Manning" Liam called lightly in the recording studio where the teen sat alone

"Yep?" He asked, tucking his bottom lip in his mouth, feigning innocence but knowing what Liam wanted.

"Shall I book you a roundtrip or one-way ticket?" Craig released his lip, letting a small grunt escape his lips before inhaling deeply.


Hmmm, mini cliff-hanger till next chapter. On that thought here's a little sneak at the next one:

-Another character from Jude's past comes back

-Tommy's there to wake her up

-An improptu game of Truth or Dare leads to a few truths and some dares.

So please, review! Tell me what you think, I love to know. And I just remembered I got the lip idea from an 80's rock video that I can't remember the name of right now... lol, just a fun-fact. Sorta. An incomplete fun-fact lol! So really have I pleaded yet? Review, Review, Review. lol, I'll stop and I hope to have chapter 7 out within this week:o)