Can I just tell you guys how much I love you? Because I adore all of you! I want to especially thank Duddley111 ((I hope they make his sister daughter or something. Just not Tommy's! lol, but I have an unspoken faith in the show's writers. Some of the plot lines shock the hell outta me lol!)), NotAContrivance ((I love your talking-circles! lol, I'm so glad you liked the chapter because I draw so much inspritation for Consquences it's not even funny lol! I'm hope you like this chapter just as much!)), Tommy4eva ((I'm so glad you loved it! And I know I've told you this before, but I love your handle! That's my new motto, for real! lol)), Latisha C ((Sometimes my mind goes over board with my mental images lol! I was watching Flavor of Love one night and I was like what if Darius was like Flav? lol, if he were I would never stop laughing!)), VilandraofAntar ((My Jude is generally very sarcastic lol, similar to Loreli. Well previous Loreli, last season she kinda moped a lot. I totally blame Luke lol)), angel422 ((The dancing baby haunted me for ever!Sometimes my inganiationgoes way wild and I'm like what if Tommy was a midget... It'sweird lol)), Catch1star ((I definitely try not to go overboard with the length of my chapters because sometimes I feel like I can go on forever lol! This chapter is currently comparable to the rest because I split into two separate chapters. I hope you like this chapter just as much!)) and thatgirlyoucanttrust ((If I could be E.J. I totally would! lol, it's totally possible to love every part of a chapter because I completely loved the Touched update! I loved Jude verbally assaulting the doctor lol!))

I have two random notes: This site doesn't let you use more than one punctuation mark at a time except for the ellipses. It makes me crazy, I'm an exclamtion point junkie. It's sad.

I am in love with Wally. He is like super hot! I was watching him during the season finale and I was like Oh my God, Wally's really hot especially when he's playing guitar lol!

So I went differently with this chapter than I anticipated. I left the Truth or Dare game for next chapter. I've got some crazy ideas, and I'm pretty sure I'll use them all. I would either watch out for a public Tommy and Jude makeout or a really pissed off Tommy. Or both lol! Ok I'm finished now so here's chapter 7!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, really.


Chapter 7: I Wear My Sunglasses At Night

"Morning sleepy head." An ominous whisper sounded in my ears, tickling me into a frightened oblivion.

OH HOLY SHIT! I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN! I knew after I saw The Omen that the Devil would find me! Oh my God, I'm being possessed! How do you fight this? OH MY GOD!I felt myself hyperventilating, sucking in enormous breaths of air and expelling them violently into the cold air around my room.

This was worse than when Johnny Depp got sucked into his bed in Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare and then all his blood shot up on the ceiling of his room! And I wasn't even going to get credited as Oprah Noodlemantra because this was real life and not a movie!

I flung my hands in the air, trying to fight off the demonic possession but felt my hand make sharp contact with something hard.

Oh my God the devil is in my room!

He's taken on body form!

Oh my God, IT'S CAPTAIN HOWDY!

I sat up and screamed loudly, a blood-curdling scream that made the devil recoil. I looked up with my hands forming an impromptu cross with my forefingers but saw Tommy Quincy staring back at me. He shielded his right eyes with a cupped hand and I saw the other one squinted in pain.

I looked around frantically, beginning to realize that a supernatural and evil force wasn't entering my body. Gross. I didn't mean like entering like penetrating… GROSS! I am gross. I need stop.

I felt a sharp pain shoot from my tired eyes to the back of my head. I needed to sleep way more. I can't function on such little sleep. I just can't. I'll break down.

I fell back a groaned loudly in pain. Oh God, I didn't know it physically possible to be this tired. I wasn't sleepy. I was way past that. I just needed some hardcore R.E.M cycle.

"Can I just tell you that I hate you?" I groaned over at him. What was he doing here? I flopped over to look at my clock. Spied's little arm thing wasn't even at the big four yet.

(He made me a clock of that key chain I had of him with his rocking out face and his arms and guitar extended. And when my alarm goes off, he's singing the chorus to MMMBop and then he goes into a round of Penny and Me. It's pretty awesome and he's one of the few people that know I have a hidden obsession with Hanson. What can I say other than: Guys with freakishly girly and long hair turn me on. Ok not really, but I had a crush on the middle brother who has a kid now. He was the cutest in a not even remotely attractive band of brothers. I would blame their parents if I were them; it's all about genetics. I mean look at Ethan Hawke in GATTAC, he was a faith baby and he ended up killing his brother or something. Wait… no; it was Jude Law that killed himself at the end. He was dead sexy in that movie. Or was he drop dead sexy in that other movie… It's too early. I'm going to cry.)

What was he doing here before the sun even frickin rose? "I thought you were the devil possessing me."

"That's what I was going for." He bit back with a tinkle of amusement.

"You're hopeless Quince. I've given up on helping you." I told him as I bit back a smile.

"Hmmm, it's like Kissing the Lipless."

Shut up. He was not allowed to quote The Shins while I was mad at him. It's underhanded and manipulative. And I love him for it. Ahhh. I have zero willpower.

Sadie stood at the door, looking chipper. What the hell? Is there some conspiracy against me here? She had as little sleep as I did; she was not allowed to be functioning when the birds were still sleeping.

"Come on Jude, we need to go." She told me. Go where?

"Go where? Where would I possibly go before four in the morning with my sister and my producer?"

"Don't be silly, Jude. We have to be at the airport soon." She told me and scampered out of the room.

Did she get laid last night? I eyed Tommy suspiciously, anxiety and anger boiling in my stomach. They were not allowed to reconcile and then do it! No way!

"Where did you go last night after you dropped me off?" I asked him, my voice laced with misgivings.

"Back to my place. Jude, come on." He said on a laugh.

I groaned, remembering that the whole damn gang was flying out to New York, like really soon. Well not soon to normal people, but soon in airport speak. A jolt of excited nervousness sprang through my stomach. Tommy vacated my room, shutting the door tightly and promising he would wait downstairs while I stepped in the shower. I already knew something was going to change on the trip. Big time. I just hoped it could only be for the better. I don't want get sold into white slavery or something. That would suck ass.

I stumbled down the stairs in a wet, tired, disgruntled heap. I had thrown on an Areosmith concert tee that my dad got me a few years ago and a pair of jeans. It was one of my favorite tee shirts because it was the candid picture of Steven Tyler, all close-up and it looks like he swallowing the head of the microphone and humping the stand.

So many dirty, dirty, father-daughter, man-inanimate object, even bestiality insinuations I could make right now. But I alas, I am far too tired. And I'm turning into the Princess Bride.

"Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father: prepare to die." I said as I reached the kitchen.

I saw Tommy sitting at the counter, his back to Sadie and his face towards me and Sadie and the table her face towards the window. So maybe they didn't get lucky last night. Or it's reverse psychology! I watched Desperate Housewives for a season! I know that you don't speak to the man you're having an affair with in public.

"You're weird." Sadie pronounced from the table.

"Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Probably!" I sang from the fridge.

"No and it doesn't make you Gnarls Barkley either." Tommy said on a laugh.

"That is so Sierra's dad for My Super Sweet Sixteen from the first season!" I exclaimed.

When I saw them on Vh1 I googled them and I was like that is totally that bitch's dad and then my dad came in and told me not so swear so loud. "Nana Andrew's is here. She wants to converse about little James going to New York with you guys." He told me on a slightly scared laugh. Dad is a brave, brave soul. But so is anyone who underestimates Nana Andrews… and anyone who eats her brownies. I swear they have rat poop in them! Or rat poison.

"Wanna ride with me?" Tommy asked in a whisper, not wanting to incur the anger and wrath of Sadie.

"She's riding with me." Sadie snapped angrily. I shot her a look I mean come on she was being worse than the mothers from Tiara Girls. I would tell her take a Midol, but she would Chuck Norris me in an oblivion. I've seen her do it.

This one time I was shopping with her (red flag, right there) and this girl took a tank-top that Sadie was looking at. And even though there were like fifty of the same thing Sadie accidentally on purpose stabbed the girl's calf with her pointy shoes.

Those are dangerous. Portia made me wear a pair on tour and I was dancing, (another red flag) and I accidentally kicked Kyle really hard. He told us he wasn't crying, but I don't think the wet spots on his pillow were from his dreams about Jessica Alba. Gross.

"You can take our bags." She told him sweetly. She was kinda right though; Sadie packed up her entire wardrobe in nine suitcases. I asked her why before I went to bed last night and she snapped at me that she has to be prepared for any fashion situation.

"It's not like anyone will be looking at you any way." Oh holy hell, did I just say that? From the look in her eyes, I think I may have. "Me. I mean ME! As is, no one will be looking at me any way! Yep, ha ha. I said me…" I trailed off meekly and ran away before she threw a knife at me or something.

I gave Tommy a sympathetic glance for compensation and he shrugged, conceding. Tommy held out his hands for us to place our bags in them and I laughed.

"Tom, our bags are over there." Sadie said with an indignant scoff as I pointed to the foot of the staircase where eleven suit cases resided idly.

"Are you kidding?"

"Does this face look like it's kidding?"

"A person can't tell. How much Botox did Dr. Jekyll inject anyway?" Oh burn. Except that Sadie isn't sixty-two and trying to look fifteen.

"Oh would you both just go have a night in Paris?" I shouted in a huff. I felt Tommy staring at me with a surprised smile while Sadie stood with her eyes wide and her mouth sagging. What do they expect from me? It's not even four in the morning yet!

I helped Tommy pile the bags in hispassanger seat and as I turned to go to Sadie's car he stopped me. I looked down at the hand grasping my arm lightly, tenderly.

"Morning." He said softly.

"Morning." I barely croaked back. He stared at me for a moment, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes. His touch lingered as my hair impossibly interested him and twirled the blonde tress between his fingers. He looked at me with a smile and sniffed loudly before pushing me playfully. "Get outta here Harrison." God I love Jommy.

At the Airport...

We sat around the hushed and dark gate. Damn it was early; Janet Jackson wasn't even out running on the beach to not be fat anymore. I should slap the litigation stick around; maybe it would buy me a few more hours. Kwest came up to Tommy and I, giving Tommy a purposeful look that I chose to ignore.

The two fight nearly silently next to me, even though I knew what they were talking about me. I'm not stupid. Kwest leaned across Tommy and handed me a cup of steamy coffee. Oh, the nectar of the God's. "Bless you Kwest." I said in a desperate whisper and I sipped daintily. I felt the caffeine immediately leak through my system, awakening my substantially.

Coffee is my rock. I would marry it… but that would be weird.

Maybe I'll just go work at Starbucks this summer. Or that funky coffee place three blocks from G-Major. I heard Mick Myers goes there all the time. It was either him or Avril Lavigne. I'll have to check that out before I apply. The temptation to spit in her drink would be too over whelming to pass up. It wouldn't be Complicated, I would just have to punch her scowl into next year. Or get some burly man to do it for me since Avril scares the hell outta me. I bet if we smacked down, she would own me. (Spied says that all the time, I don't know really know what it means but I think it's good. Or bad. Depending your side of the fight. Or the owning.) Then I would get fired.

I looked over at Kwest with a coy smile. "Wanna get me some sugar?" I asked wryly. He looked at me; and I could hear his brain reeling.

His vibes were asking me should I give her candy? Will this result in death?

"Don't worry. You're just my enabler. You can't get jail time for that." I told him.

He laughed for a moment before standing up and looking around for a store. I pointed behind us as I continued to sip my drink. He smiled and headed off, around the corner and out of my vision.

"I love you Kwest!" I shouted. He peeked his head around the corner a moment later.

"I think you should tell someone else how easy it is to win your affection." He said on wry laugh. Tommy shot him a look angrily.

"Just go." He demanded and sunk deeper in his chair.

Sleeping Beauty anyone

I looked around me, seeing that only E.J. and Portia had yet to arrive. Oooo, maybe they killed each other. Or like a murder-suicide thing. I probably shouldn't joke about that since it's probably more likely to happen than with those two any other two people. Well maybe Tommy and Shay, but they probably won't ever see each other again.

At the gate opposite us, heading for Quebec, three kids and their mother sat down. The kids were fighting loudly while their mom chatted tiredly on her phone.

"I'm getting some coffee. Sit here and don't move. I know one of you hid the leash this morning and if you misbehave, I'll tell your mother." She said threateningly while the kids barely blinked.

Leash for a child. I was slightly intrigued but more scared to cross them. I sat back in my seat comfortably while Tommy tapped my shoulder and when I looked over at him he motioned for me to listen to them.

"-yea well what compound words do you know?" The girl asked her brother meanly.

I expected her to stick her tongue out at him or something but she picked up a piece of gum from under the seat and threw it at him. Ew. Someone with mouth herpes could have been chewing that. I think this is how girls like Pasty are made, abandoned where they can eat people's ABC gum.

"Um…" her brother groaned while he scratched his chin in thought and skillfully dodging the flying gum. There was a long loll of silence while the one brother thought.

The seemingly eldest scoffed and shouted: "This is gonna take 3 days!"

Can this kid not modulate his voice? Is it necessary to yell like that? I want to go over there and pull his hair. Or maybe he's just acting too much like Sadie for his own good.

I could relate with the other brother… I think I'll call him J.J. for Jude Jr.

I saw an enormous pout forming on the girl's lips, reminding me of Tommy. I think I'll call her Tomm…a.

And the mean older brother gets to be Sadi…o. I'm really bad with names.

"Where's Poptart?" She demanded. I craned my neck even more to see what Poptart was and saw that it was a word processor thing. It was like a keyboard with a mini-screen.

"You can't see him! He doesn't like you!" J.J. shouted while Tomma yowled that it was a girl.

"It's a piece of crap!" Sadio yelled over the other two fighting. A silence fell over his siblings while Tomma gasped. She's a tattle-tale isn't she. They opened their mouths, simultaneously retorting.

"I'm telling mommy!" Tomma threatened while J.J. defended poor Poptart. "Yea, well Poptart's cooler than you! It types words and you don't. And… and… it has an on/off switch. I wish you did too." He started stuttering and finished matter-of-factly with a self-satisfied expression.

Ok, he was like a mixture of Spied and me. He can be the new Juderman. Sadio shook himself of his younger siblings and moodily walked away from them to watch the planes take off.

"What compound words do you know?" Tomma asked again.

"Um… picture perfect?" Juderman replied.

Wow that kid is unintelligent.

"Wasn't that a Jennifer Aniston movie with that other guy from Tool Time?" Tommy whispered to me. I nodded my head silently as I continued to listen.

"That's two words!"

"Nu-uh! Count them again!" I stopped listening but watched the two fight animatedly. I kinda hoped one of them had a bouncy ball to bounce off of Darius chair like in that episode of House when he was at the airport and the team had to take of a patient who could talk. Only Darius wouldn't be sly enough to take the ball without them noticing. Maybe Darius could rap at them. But then he would be paying for their therapy for years to come too.

I looked over at Craig, who was being too quiet for his own good, and when he felt my stare he looked up and smiled. But it was tight smile; I knew something was up with him. Spied had been watching and went over to join him as the two conferred almost silently. That's not fair.

Craig was my friend first! Cue tantrum here.

And it's never a good sign when Spied knows more than me. Because he inevitably handed out some advice that could land Craig some serious jail time, or kill him or something. It's just better that Spied keeps his advice to himself.

I know for a fact he was the one who told Jamie about girl-speak. What kind of ass says, rat-tit-tat-tat? Girls do not talk like that, and besides were generally not that hard to decipher. Kat and I are just a specific case since we've been friends for so long. I mean, seriously, we made our own language when we were ten and taunted Jamie with it.

(Kat voted that we stop when Jamie would cry and tell Nana not to make us cupcakes anymore. I voted that we continued. I was vindictive and Jamie had this habit of screaming at the top of his lungs when he cried and sometimes he screamed so loud that he made himself sick. And I was still mad about the time when he threw up on the My Little Pony Dreamland I got for Christmas. What can I say? I'm into the whole revenge thing.)

The area was persistently quiet and Spied and Craig we're still in their weird huddle thing. Hut, Hut!

"Hey" I said quietly as I walked over to sit next to them.

Craig shifted uncomfortably as Spied shot me a look. I can tell when I'm not wanted. And I chose to ignore it.

"Play something." I asked Craig and motioned towards his guitar. His face seemed to lighten immeasurably as he nodded willingly. I stopped for a moment; I had never heard him play before. He must have won the contest for a reason and I wanted to hear it.

He picked up his acoustic and strummed forcefully, bobbing his head along with his rhythm. Jamie and Pasty joined us, both listening quietly. Pasty wasn't doing anything dirty or weird, but I barely noticed as Craig started.

"The Day is long and

the flight is a song

but I don't even listen.

Blue bird heights and

peace of night I don't even try.

Every mama gone missing.

Every papa gone mad.

Take a chance,

It's not romance.

But something more important.

So give me wings

And let me sing

'It's all been done before.'

For any girl's that unhappy.

Any boy that is bad

Every mama gone missing

Oh, every papa gone mad."

Jesus, am I green or what?

I didn't know Craig ran that deep or had anything that he cared about that much. It wasn't the lyrics that told me. It was his eyes. It was in the sadness in his voice.

He misses something and I can't even begin to imagine what. I looked at him seriously, for once in my life, and I knew that he hadn't told me whatever was on his mind for a reason.

It might not be something I could understand. Maybe I could understand but I wouldn't because I was too absorbed in Tommy. Love does crazy things.

(And I know people say love is blind. But I don't think mine is. I mean really. Shay, hot rapper. Jamie, got hot. Spiederman, hot guitarist. Tommy… well he's hot on at least four different levels. He's a like triple threat. He's like the J.Lo of love. Well J.Lo is the J.Lo of love. I mean we've all heard about her array of husbands. But the relationship that boggles my mind to an unseen end is: J.Lo and P.Diddy. Who, at the time, was Puff Daddy and in a court scandal. Poor J.Lo, she tried to be Whitney to his Bobby but she couldn't. I think that's why he can't be in a monogamous relationship, almost like it's physically impossible. J.Lo broke his spirits. I mean I watched the hundred seasons of Making the Band: 3 and I have yet to hear one single or album produced and sold to the wasteland of teenagers.

I shouldn't judge. Not everyone has a Tommy. But sometimes when I think about these things, I forget I'm smack in the middle and trying to sell my music to the same wasteland. That sounded faintly like Nirvana lyrics… I am incapable of going a week without quoting Kurt Cobain? If he were still alive and knew of my weirdness, he would probably tie his amps to my feet and throw me into a body of water. And the guy who's in the Foo Fighters would laugh at me while I drowned.)

He looked at me with a sad smile, opening his mouth to say something.

He didn't need to.

We knew each other for a week, and despite the instant connection, he doesn't owe me anything. I had this foreboding feeling that Craig wouldn't be staying at G-Major as long as any one had anticipated. Spied looked at me again, trying to make me leave. I finally took the clue and went to sit over by Jamie and Pasty who had retreated after Craig had finished.

"I think Craig's leaving." I whispered as I fluttered by Jamie to sit down.

He looked back at me with a why look, but I shot him one that said I'm-just-as-clueless. Pasty flipped through her I-pod next to me and she started to hum something familiar. I looked over.

BITCH!

She was making fun of me!

She was singing along with my cover of Pick up the Pieces. Does no one understand that was for the damn kids? Jeez! She hummed louder until she sounded like an insane bee on methanphedmine. Then she broke out dramatically into the chorus.

"No body ever cared as much for me!" She growled obnoxiously and got up in front of Jamie. She looked at him mischievously.

"No body's touched my heart." On touched she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up roughly. I would feel bad for Jamie, but no one told him to have sex with the crazy girl.

"And healed my pain." She yelled and bit his lip fiercely. Jamie reached up horrified and touched his lips with unease. Silent tears leaked out as he looked back at the blood on his finger.

Oh shit.

Jamie is the most squeamish person I have ever met in my life. (He still can't watch ER without gagging like a bulimic. Poor Jamie, he can never know the world of Dr. Kovac. Mmmmm, I love him.) He continued to stare at his middle finger, which was covered in blood, as he put his other fingers to his lip and looked at his two hands simultaneously.

Oh shit, take 2.

A small, high-pitched moan escaped his lips as he promptly fell forward onto the floor.

Oh shit, take 3

SME bust out laughing like the stupid mean whores that they are, while I pulled myself to the floor next to Jamie. I shook him violently, calling his name with panic. He moaned again as he rubbed his head in his semi-unconscious state. "Kat?" He groaned. Um, no. "Kat? …I love you."

Oh shit, take 4.

I sharply looked over at Tommy who had joined me on the floor and I watched as his gaze flashed to Pasty. She seemed oblivious to the situation while she continued to shout Boyz Attack! songs at passing businessmen. One of them gave her a few pennies, but she threw them back at his head and then swore at him.

(And why does she know the lyrics? Ahhh, the eternal question springs up yet again. How does one engrain the unintelligible babble of Chaz Blackburn and Tommy Quincy and then remove them? It's a mean feat. I have yet to accomplish it. But I think they're the reason I got a 6 percentin math. If Sadie hadn't been blaring I Want Your Back while I was studying, I may not have been singing it in my head while I took the exam. And I may not have put tell me what to do know, when I want your back for the answer to a word problem. But my teacher did kinda stare at my backside for the rest of the year. I blame Tommy.)

If Pasty had heard him, Kat wouldn't only have worry about Angelina. Maybe Angelina could douse Kat with a vile of Billy Bob's blood, but Pasty is way more dangerous.

I don't care that Angelina collected knives when she was younger, Pasty is like the devil on Earth. (But I mean that in the most loving way possible, because despite her oddity, I love Pasty. It's people like her that make life fun. And make Kat's life potentially over.) I looked down at Jamie, who just shook his head in pain. He would have been in a world of hurt if Pasty had heard him.

"Jame," I started warily. Why must I always mediate in everyone's love life? Well, I guess I did steal Jamie that one time. But whatever. "Kat isn't here."

Tommy helped him sit up straighter and prop himself against one of the plastic chairs. Jamie looked panic-stricken for a moment before smacking his head against his forehead. Leave it Beaver anyone?

"Just… don'tsayanything." He said hurriedly as Pasty rejoined us.

"Wassa matter Jim-Bo? Can't handle a little blood?" She growled blood and put Jamie back on his feet and proceeded to devour his lips. Gross. I looked over at Tommy who immediately started laughing. I guess he thinks the situation is funny. It's not.

Kat totally pined over Jamie for like ever and she still doesn't have a boyfriend. While Jamie broke her heart, seemed fine, and has had 2 girlfriends since. And I don't care that I was one of them! Blame Tommy again. For real. I sat sunk to the floor where Jamie had been and leaned my head back against my chair.

I felt myself falling asleep until Kwest came back. "I come bearing gifts." He announced while I shot up and ran towards him.

"I so call the Sour Patch! I will fight to the death for them!" I pronounced when I reached him and felt SME coming up behind me. Kwest chuckled lightly and held them up teasingly.

Does he want to get hurt? I jumped and reached them in one grab. I opened them up devouring at least ten kids in one munch. I needed the sugar.

"Whoa, slow down Over-Rated. You wouldn't want it to get out that you eat kids." Spied said with a chuckle as he threw a few Jelly Bellies in his mouth. He scrunched his face in disgust as he looked down and saw that it was the Bernie Bott's kind, instead of the normal.

He turned the package over down the front of Kyle's shirt without a blink and reached for Tropical bag, triple checking before he ate one. I laughed at the scene and gasped loudly as an I-pod commercial came on one of the airport televisions.

It was that awesome one with all the CD cases and I totally dance every time I see it. It maybe the only time anyone would ever see me willingly dancing. I jumped up to reach the volume on the monitor, making the music blare through the speakers and danced like a crazy person in the middle the airport.

Coincidentally, an automated notice came over the speakers saying "if you see any suspicious or abnormal behavior please contact security immediately" just as I started dancing Pasty joined me as I yelled along with the lyrics.

"This ain't the first TIME! You spend all your time in a cubicle!"

I shook my body, letting my hair whip around me head. I stuck my forefingers out straight and pumped my arms in an out while I did an Evil meets Ashlee Simpson jig.

Pasty followed my lead and screamed loudly when the commercial ended. She turned her face towards three kids sitting together and staring at her.

"Go ahead report me." She said. Go ahead. Make her day. She's like Clint Eastwood but not as old and Million Dollar Baby-ish. I saw Tommy, Craig and SME all laughing like buffoons in their seats.

Tommy and Craig were shaking silently then Tommy broke out. SME just laughed loudly and forcefully. Whatever. I looked over at Jamie, who seemed to have missed our performance but stuck his bottom lip out as far as he could, trying to see the bite marks. He was vaguely cross-eyed and extremely crazy looking.

Portia and Sadie pretended they didn't know us and Darius and Liam pretended to sort out the tickets with a flight attendant. Minutes passed silently until Darius phone went off, playing Killing Me Softly through the terminal. He answered quickly, yelled something about his boy coming home. He suddenly raced out of the gate waiting area and around the corner. He came back, joined by two other men.

"Are there two Dariuses over there?" Jamie asked with his mouth open and a horrified look plastered to his face. I whipped my head the direction of his finger and saw two bald heads, laughing deep and rumbling laughs.

"No, because then the world would implode." I barely whispered.

Oh my God, there can not be two of him. I will jump off something really tall.

I swear, I will climb onto Magic Johnson's shoulders and jump to the ground. The two spun around with Darius at the mystery boy's side and fat man at the other. It was like a disgusting version of Destiny's Child. I was watching for one of them to fall over when my mouth snapped shut, painfully silencing any smart-ass remark I had.

Shay was not walking towards me. What the hell? I'm obviously hallucinating.

I am never dancing with Pasty in the middle of empty airports. It's just bad for my general state of being. I think it rattles my brain and scrambles the data and I just don't…

UGH!

AHH!

I'm going into shut down mode. I watched the prissy boy-diva stride towards me, making little noises with his cheek. Are there invisible booty girls in here? Are there invisible people around me who care?

This isn't happening.

I squeezed my eyes tightly, counted to ten and opened them with a huge exhale and a hopeful smile. It faltered as Shay sat down next to me suavely.

"Hey shorty." I gave him a sarcastic look.

And… yep I just threw up in my mouth. There has to be some loophole in some law that would let me strangle him with a pink, feathery boa and not go to jail. I'm convinced. I just haven't looked hard enough.

"Go away from me."

"Sorry babe, I'm comin' with."

"You were just in New York." I told him as I remembered seeing him on Conan! Damn him! What a douche. I can smell his arrogance.

"I came back to just to take a flight over again with my favorite girl." Loser.

"I feel bad for you Shay."

"Why baby girl."

Yes… I did just throw up in my mouth again.

He looked at me with a questioning look as he lowered his sunglasses. What the hell were those even for? Is he Corey Heart? Is he doing an I Wear My Sunglasses At Night cover? That is the only explanation because right now it's five in the morning, indoors.There are no sunrays or UV-rays for his shades to block. It's like his uncle wearing scarves in over-heated buildings.

Maybe it's genetics… No Portia seems able to dress herself properly.

"Because if I'm your favorite, then your career is in perilous danger. Without the screaming twelve year old girls, what's left of you?" I asked sweetly as the words that left my mouth were anything but. He clutched a hand to his heart in mock hurt.

Loser.

Who does that any more?

Losers do. Shay looked across me, nodded faintly at Jamie who was still in a daze as his eyes locked with Tommy. Ok, you know that murder-suicide thing I was talking about? I'm gonna duck and cover.

I watched the two men rise, stare at each other for a moment.

"Shay-Shay." Tommy said condescendingly.

"St. Tommy." Shay responded coolly.

Tommy a saint? The Church must be in more trouble than I thought. I watched them warily. I would inevitably be mending a pretty-boy face before the clock struck 6. It was like in those old Western movies. I can picture it now.

Screen liquefies as Wayne and Garth cue the daydream with their daydream… noise thing:

"Look here Shay. This here town ain't big enough fer the two of us." Tommy drawled with a deep southern accent, clasping his dusty gunnysack at his side. He polished his Sheriff's star twirling it in the blazing sun so that the reflection shone directly in Shay's eyes.

"Well then we'll just have ta settle this like men. Eh?" Shay provoked.

The two stared at each other for a silent, brow-furrowing moment. Tommy clenched his jaw resolutely while Shay snuffled forcefully. They two parted and walked twenty paces, each clutching their pistols with a progressively tightening grip.

Just as Shay reached for his pistol and rang out the first shot… or opened his mouth to say something,

(God, I'm like Sabrina, getting so caught up in my daydreams. Like that one time she had a total brain fart the whole day because she was waiting for senior-skip-day. I think they called it Spring Fever but I can't remember. And she was counting the tiles on the ceiling and asking about Jell-O all the time. And then she ended up taking Brad's witch-hunter jeans out. And they were like a teeny pair of blue jeans. God, I love that show.)

Everyone's attention passed from the two over gelled fighters to Pasty who was screaming loudly.

"WHAT I WANT I TAKE, WHAT I DON'T I BREAK!"

Problem Child Pasty in a nutshell. I burst out laughing when one of the kids from earlier started to cry loudly. She spun around violently and got in the kid's face.

"AND I DON'T WANT YOU!" She screamed again, frightening Juderman. I felt bad for him until Tomma came from behind and pulled on Pasty's hair. Hard. She removed her clenched fist from Pasty's scalp and shook several dark hairs from her fingers.

Oh shit, take… what, like, eleven? (And we weren't even in New York yet. This was going to a ride. Like that roller coaster Spied made me go on at a county fair. I swear I saw my life flash in front of my eyes.)

I rushed over, pulling Pasty away before she could retaliate. Where was that nanny? I guided Pasty far, far away and gently took the I-pod and turned it off.

"Pasty, Shay. Shay, Pasty."

"Hey Fay." She said gruffly. Sometimes I wonder if she's really a man.

"It's Shay." He corrected with disdain. Screw him. Spied sauntered over and shoved a hand in the space between himself and Shay with Tommy staring at them with a dangerous look in his eyes. Ok now the shit is gonna hit the fan.


I bet you can smell the drama lol. Everything gets kinda crazy when they get to New York. And on the plane ride there. Here's a sneak at the chapter:

-Jude catches Portia and male G-Major co-worker in the airplane bathroom.

-Truths come out; dares get wild, finally.

-Tommy singing... Backstreet Boys.

I don't know if anyone caught it before in the chapter, but I put a twist on the NSYNC song I Want You Back. lol, I'm assuming NSYNC and Boyz Attack! are contemporaries. So please review, because you guys are so sweet! And I promise to have chapter 8 up soon!