You guys literally knock my socks off! I love you too much! I really want to thank Latisha C ((What would a band be for other than putting skanks in their rightful places? lol, Liam is a creep. I can see him having random sex with dirty prostitutes and Tommy pre-Boz... I see him as a whore lol. I hope that your innocent spirits can rebound for my mind that happens to be in the gutter lol! I'm so glad you liked the chapter!))
Duddley111 ((I'm so glad you liked it:o) )) that's ugly lol, here's your smilie all on it's own:o)
tommys21 ((I think Elf was one of the best/weirdest movies and I thought it would be funny if it were in the background lol! I hope you like this chapter too!))
Alexzgirl1 ((Yes, speaking Frend is turning out to be quite helpful in the second season. lol, briefing means summarize and it's always better to wait! But let me tell you, the second season is incredible! I think Tommy has had too many girls to count lol! And Shay is quite an idiot lol.))
CMJM ((Oh Lord! You're Ruby in Consequences! Ah what an epiphany! lol, I love that! lol, anyway I am so glad you liked the chapter! There's a little more Lite Smut in the beginning of this chapter so I hope you like it just as much! And Crazy really exists, she assualted a group of my friends and I one night after the movies. She asked me for a light and almost started to cry cause she grabbed my arm really hard and I was afraid... Ah repressed memories lol! I hope you had fun at the Art Musem, whenever I go, I sneak off to the kid's part and play in the ball pit. Our Musem is kinda a joke lol))
iamthatplace ((I kept going! lol, I'm so glad you liked it! And while I can see Tommy being all I don't want to rush her but that's not as fun as sexy/horny Tommy. I don't know if we've ever really seen him horny, but he was totally frisky in When I Come Around in Darius' office lol. Can I just say that you brought up my favorite episode of House ever! I loved the one with the fat girl and the whole time Chase kept going about her massive girth. And at the end Foreman was like "Yea, we get it. You don't like fat people." or something like that and I laughed for hours! lol! lol, I am so glad you liked it!))
VilandraofAntar ((Hmmm, every other weekend sound fair to me. Any preference on holidays? My friends are obsessed with the O.C. and they had a finale party, it was like hell on Earth even though I used to love The O.C. but that was back when Ryan was hot, and when she died it got totally silent and I burst out laughing. And my friends banished me from the room while cried... actually cried. But I shouldn't scoff, I cired when the put Doc down and when Denny died in the Grey's finale. It was too sad for me! lol, if you wanta teacher perv, you must meet my religion teacher. He actually asked me if I was a bad girl. I almost died in my seat. It was painful lol))
pixiestix16 ((I think the naughty are getting progressively naughtier! lol, I totall agree if I were on Instant Star wardorbe I would just have Tommy shirtless all the time. Even in the winter. And if anyone asked me why I would punch them or something and just make them look at his chest, which I'm guessing has to be pretty impressive lol! I laughed for hours at the Sadie joining the fun comment! Seriously can you see that because I can and I'm scarred forever! Much ty-kwan-do since she's atheltic, ok ew that was gross, I'm insane. But I seriously considered Kwest, I can sorta see him reacting all alright T-Man! or whatever guys do lol! Too much rambling? What is too much? lol, I'm so glad you liked it!))
singingspz ((I know the feeling! I saw these promos for Pure this movie with Tim Rozon and there was this clip with his shirt off and I literally died. I freaked out so much! Oh my God, just thinking about it makes me insane lol! So here's the update, I hope your motor functions come back soon! lol))
Beauty in the Breakdown ((I think there is only one other person slutier than Tommy and that is Paris. It's like a fact of life like Angerlina and Colin Ferrel, even though they make me sick. There is a special portion dedicated just for you this chapter, I think you'll know when lol! and you make me giglgle too lol))
star08 ((I'm so glad you liked it! I hope you love this chapter too!))
Tommy4eva ((How can one not love any Jomminess. Even little scraps make me happy! I'm in serious Tommy mode right now though. I need some Instant Star NOW! Ah, I'm withdrawing!))
If I had socks on they would totally be knocked off! This chapter picks up right where the other one left off and the beginng starts out with some more smut, so read at your own risk and I think Jude finally cracks and swears like sailor, so the language is a little more elavated lol! And I just have to tell everyone the title of this chapter is a song by Corinne Bailey Rae, and she is so fantastic and I totally recommend her EP,I love it! This is the last chaper I think I can post until the end of the week, I have a math, history and english exam until Friday and they're all going to kick my ass. But good news, I have some of the next update written so expect it this weekend:o) Ok that's all and now on with the chapter!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, seriously.
Chapter 12: Put Your Records On
Tommy crept past my vision as I arched my whole body, needing to relieve the growing tension. I whimpered helplessly and as he chuckled against my skin I thought the top of my head was going to blow off. Bad choice of words...
"Tommy…" I called. Damn I was going to say something to him… He looked up from between my legs and I saw his hungry eyes responding to my shout. I beckoned for him with my arms and I felt him crawl along my torso as his lips met mine again. I moaned as he lips pressed to mine with more force and his fingers replaced where his tongue and lips had excavated.
It was like those Rain Bran commercials… wait, no it wasn't.
But I when Tommy lifted his lips from mine I was desperately trying to think coherently.
"We should-" He lips cut me off pleasantly as our tongues danced the Forbidden Dance. His fingers dipped from between my legs, across the sheets and cradled my face. "
We should what?" He asked me finally, his voice ragged. Damn it! What was I going to say?
"We…" Ok, I need to think. Seriously.
But my mind went blank as I shook my head and I felt my fingers creeping towards the button of his jeans. With the fly already open he eased them off quickly and I gripped him tightly. I felt him involuntarily shift against my palm as he grunted against my collarbone.
His hands found their way to my chest again as he seemed to use me for his own amusement. I really didn't mind. In the heat of his tantalizing touch, I released my grasped and clutched at the sheets while his mouth worked my chest and his fingers had pushed down my pajamas and comfortably found their way between my legs and inside my panties. I shouted his name again, lost to any reason.
Seriously if someone came over here, pulled me off of Quincy and demanded that we have an intelligent conversation, I'd be like "etiwetisdklsdklaiownf" and bash my head against the ground while spit pooled out of my mouth.
He dipped down below the sheets again as I faintly heard the crinkle of foil and slowly peeled off the last remaining garment when he came back to the bed. He threw a devilish grin as the sheet tented around us and positioned himself at my entrance; I felt him looking up at me, like a one last chance to back out, a all I could manage was a nod and lick my lips. Jeez, I'm a harlot.
We started a rocking friction that would make Pasty proud. In a twisted reality I hoped she was in the room opposite us because there were many times that I had to listen to that chair in Studio B for one person hold two screaming bags of hormones.
The headboard slammed against the wall with reckless abandon above us, the springs sprung vigorously beneath us, while cries overtook the dialogue on TV. "And then I went across the Lincoln tunnel…"
We slumped together in a physically spent heap. I purred lightly and turned my head to look at him lolling off to sleep.
"How was that for a signal?" I asked quietly, without the hint of shyness I had been expecting. He turned towards me, wiping away a small bead of reminiscent sweat and encircled his fingers in my matted locks. He his throat let out a low satisfied hum as he kissed my deeply.
"Would you believe if I said it could be clearer?" He asked coyly as he slipped his fingers up my legs. I moved his hand lightly as my own crept down his abdomen, relishing over its well definition. Ever seen Marky Mark? He's got nothing on Tommy.
I would have never suspected it either; his polos are a little girlie. I thought he had to be a skinny little weirdo underneath his fashionable exterior. I had a bet running a year ago with Kwest that he had a potbelly. We devised a super secret plan that we had to drug Tommy, get him to fall asleep and strip him.
Well I wanted to strip all of him but Kwest said we could just lift up his shirt and see if he had a fat stomach. He also said we didn't need to slip him a roofie either.
"Well that's no fun."
"But it's not illegal."
"I could look at some hard time for this bet."
"Then you're insane and obsessed."
"Or I just have a level of commitment that astounds you."
"Or you're in love with Little Tommy Q."
"Shut up."
"I can see you blushing, Red."
"Shut up."
"Embarrassed much?"
"Like pain much?"
"Not particularly."
"Well you're cruising for a bruising my friend."
"Quite defensive, covering something up."
"You're going to have a hell of a time covering up the bruise I'm going to give you."
"Covering up something about Little Tommy Q."
"A nice big one."
"Covering up that you loooove him?"
"Right on your eye."
"That you want to hoooold him."
"I could break your nose for good measure."
"That you want to kiiissssss him?"
"Ok STOP!"
"Stop what? Telling the truth?"
"No stop feeding your twisted reality where you're always right. And stop quoting Miss Congeniality. It's making me what to jump out of my skin."
That was the end of our endeavor. But Kwest owes me twenty bucks now. Kwest bet that his Boyz Attack! days caught up with his body and that he had a belly full of beer and vodka. I bet that Tommy wasn't fat. But Kwest can be a dumbass when he tries, so it's nothing to brag about when you trump Kwest in a bet.
I traced circles around Tommy's hipbone as he visibly shuddered.
"Can you hear me now?" I asked.
He gulped loudly and looked down at the sheets with hooded eyes as he shook his head. I rested my palm flat against his shaft.
"Can you hear me now?"
He groaned a long no, making me smile. I unwrapped my fingers and climbed on top of him, pushing him farther into the bed. I laid myself over him, filling both of us as I felt him grow hotter.
"Can you hear me now?" I asked as we simultaneously started a languid rhythm.
He called a long growling yes as I pressed myself against his chest.
"Good." I murmured as the clock on the nightstand clicked to 10:28. Well that kinda sucks. Cinderella gets midnight and I get 10:28. I couldn't even get 11:11. I mean that would be even better than midnight cause of the wish I made and I wished for all of Tommy, and I was kinda doing him. God those Disney girls get everything.
But I'm just going to pretend that the clock said 11:11 because I'll be damned if Hilary Duff has a more romantic first time than me! So let's rephrase my thoughts, shall we?
"Good." I murmured as the clock on the nightstand clicked to 11:11. I must have been the inspiration for that All American Rejects song. Woaw, I wonder if Tyson Ritter is a clairvoyant! That would be cool!
The Next Morning...
"JUDE! Get. Your. Ass. Out. Here. Now."
"Shut up! I'm peeing!"
"You've been peeing for half an hour."
"No for the past 20 minutes I've been in the shower. I'm peeing right now. You can either leave or sing because I can't go if you just stand out there waiting for me."
I heard E.J. huff and stomp her foot against the ground in frustration. Maybe she's the one that taught Little Tommy Q to throw a tantrum. Well he's not really that little.
Ok, he's not little at all. I think they should call him Big Tommy Q or… Large Tommy Q. Well I guess his band mates wouldn't really like that, so fooling the entire population that Tommy was little probably stopped a few riots of teenage girls who are desperate to see just how big he is.
"SING!" I demanded when I felt her listening. She sighed again, Free Willy much, and I heard a small hum.
"Louder Now!" I shouted at her again.
Hey, this is fun! "On the good ship lollypop" She started.
Oh dear me! I thought she was hurting someone. Or leaking her brains out of her ear and paper clipping them to her nose.
"Ok! I'm good!" I called and forced myself to pee. I flushed and washed my hands like a good little girl and hopped out of the bathroom.
"Rough night?" She asked me coyly, looking between the mussed bed and me.
What?
What?
What?
Panic mode.
Would E.J. tell on us?
Would she testify against Tommy in court about my rumpled sheets?
Is E.J. really the devil?
"What?" I asked smoothly. Yea… cause I'm so smooth. I'm like frickin' butter.
Have I told you to revel in sarcasm lately? Because now would be a really good time to do that.
"Nevermind. Get your ass in gear we have to go to sound check." Phew. Sorta. She kinda had this knowing look, but I don't think she can actually know for sure.
Unless I tell.
Or Tommy tells.
Or if she had a special little spy camera/robot and snuck in through the crack in my door and video taped the whole thing with the little robot thing.
Wait… have they invented that yet? I skipped down the elevator to see Tommy, Spied and Mason all waiting. And yes I really skipped, much to everyone's amusement when I snagged my foot on the rug and fell on my ass. I dusted myself off before Tommy reached me but grasped his hand all the same, both of us feeling the shock that passed through the light grasp.
Like that one episode of My Cousin Skeeter with that hot guy, that was eventually in a CSI: Miami and got sent to prison for something and then actually got raped and then he made this knife out of a chicken bone and then stabbed the other inmate that got on top of him, and that one girl that turned into a whore, and that puppet!
And the puppet kissed this one dork girl on July 4th once and she thought she saw fireworks because of the kiss. And she came and found Skeeter but she was all hot and he was hey baby and they kissed at the end but she realized it was because someone had set off fireworks right before they kissed the first time. And she left. It was kinda sad.
"Morning." I said quietly to Tommy and turned to Spied.
"Have they invented a little camera that has a brain, and it's almost like a robot but with a camera in it? You know to like… spy on people?" I asked him with chipper. He groaned at me and swatted my face away like he was one of those elephants at the zoo that always has bugs all over him.
It was quite funny. I laughed. I laughed loudly. But that made him even more irritated so I scooted over towards Mason.
"Get lucky last night?"
What the hell?
I heard Tommy choke on his spit as I turned a flush shade of red. No, we're not obvious at all.
"Should I be asking you that?" I replied with a grin.
"I'm not sayin' no." OH!
"Dish! Dish!"
"You know Ashlee's cousin?"
"The closet that everyone has opened?"
"Well I've really opened him." He said sneakily with a grin.
A foxy grin I might say. Oh, bad pun. Even Mercutio is cringing in his Romeo induced grave. "I was hurt under your arm. A plague on both your houses!" See I can be smart sometimes. But I think that was misquoted so it doesn't count. Whatever.
E.J. chatted away on her cell, Tommy and Spied had a staring contest and Mason giggled and gushed over his night. I just laughed taking everything in as I felt a hand on my arm.
"Jude, can you come help me… with the thing. That I left. In my room." What?
"Um, yea. Sure." I said a little flustered, I leaned in closely to Mason.
"I'll be right back." I told him quietly as I say Tommy shake his head to the contrary. I laughed out loud as E.J. glared at me. Well sorry.
"Hey girl." He said with a husk in his voice.
"Hey there Quin-" I started but his lips cut me off. I fervently pushed my own against his as our tongues battled it out again. I felt him wrap an arm around my waist.
"Miss me?" He asked as he busied himself with the clasp of my bra.
"In the four hours that we last saw each other?" I asked facetiously. He looked up at me; radiating wanting waves and making my knees go weak.
"Yea. I did." I told him in a whisper.
"Good." He said and hungrily retook my lips. A loud pound from the door scared the shit outta both of us and I quickly untangled his hands from my shirt and scampered into the bathroom.
"Hey, T!" I heard from the door.
Oh shit. That's Darius. That's a mad Darius.
I KNEW THEY INVENTED THOSE DAMN CAMERAS!
I was just mistaken in who had access to them. Duh, it's the insane music industry tycoon and not the demanding yet not-so-physically-imposing PR reps. I should have known.
"Yea D?" Tommy asked slightly high pitched after he let Darius in the room. If I were Tommy I would just shut the hell up right now.
"Why's ya face so red?" I cracked the door open and I was pleasantly surprised to have perfect view of Darius' back. I saw Tommy immediately put his hands to his face.
"Oh because I was just… uh, I was…" "Hey man. Say no more. We all gotta, kindle our own fire sometimes." Darius said suggestively and made a crude gesture to his groin region.
I DO NOT NEED TO BE SEEING THIS! I should be on my way to sound check. Screw you Tommy Q! Well, I'll screw him. Again. And again. Ok I need to stop this.
"Oh yea… fire and, and… kindling." He stuttered along as his gaze met mine. Ok, Dreamdaddy, I'll give you something to stuttered about. I opened the door a little more and stepped out a little bit, feeling bold. I saw Tommy shake his head violently at me, which made Darius question his mental health.
"You ok T?" I saw Tommy whip his head at Darius with a double take and he nodded his head lightly.
"Oh yea. I'm… peachy." He said, his voice squeaking at peachy. Who the hell says peachy? Hmmm, I wonder if it was because I may have slipped my bra out from my shirt and dangled it like a flag from the door.
Darius must have caught on that there was something behind him because he turned his head immediately, looking at the bathroom. But with my sneaky ways all he could see what a white, slightly scuffed door, ajar. It's like a twisted game of Peek-A-Boo, and Darius was so not invited.
As soon as he turned his head again I let my fingers dandle outside the crack as I waved to Tommy. I peeked my head out again to see him gulp deeply and looked back at Darius distractedly.
"Did you, uh, need somethin D?"
"Oh yea, I was looking for Jude. E.J. said she came to help…you…" He said realization dawned.
OH SHIT!
And just to add to my utter insanity I let out a huge a hiccup. Like a bullfrog hiccup.
OH SHIT! Take 2.
I flew back into the bathroom as I heard him pace towards the door.
OH SHIT! Take 3.
I heard his hand on the doorknob and threw my bra into the shower and ran to the toilet. I watched his head sneak through the slight gap he had made between the door and it's hinges.
I screamed perfectly in time with his mouth open, poised to yell. "GET OUT!" I bawled dramatically.
"Sorry, Jude! I'm really sorry." He said and I could hear him blushing. Ha ha. Loser. I took a moment to revel in my victory over evil. Even if it were only a small step, Keanu would be proud that I'm riding my Matrix of bad…ness. I quickly snapped my bra back on and adjusted my shirt before joining the two.
I saw Darius stare down at me intently. It was creeping me out.
"Are you going to where that?" What the hell? Is he a girl? Is he E.J.? Is he Sadie? He continued to look at me, obviously waiting a response. Oh Get Behind Me Satan; I'm about to smack him silly.
"Yea I am." I told him simply as he shrugged and walked out the door, leaving Tommy and I in his wake.
"You're crazy." Tommy whispered to me as his hand found it's way to the small of my back. Oh that's nice.
The soccer chick from The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants gets to be 'single-minded to the point of recklessness' and I get crazy?
"Hey, thanks Mr. I-Don't-Know-How-To-Continue-A-Coversation-If-A-Girl-Is-Undressing."
"Girl, come on. It's only when you're undressing that I can't focus." He told me after he had leaned down to my ear. He let out a small breath and it fanned across my skin teasingly. I bit my bottom lips to keep from jumping on him.
Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang.
We finally filed into the elevator, accompanied by a few tourists that I really felt bad for. They just walked into the most uncomfortable space, charged with sexual tension.
And yes… I do mean Darius and Tommy. It's becoming hard to deny. He he, I make myself giggle.
The first floor pinged and I watched the family run outta there with their obnoxiously orange noodles and sun block plastered faces. Seriously, they were like a walking Banana Boat commercial. I looked over at an assembled group of various G-Major-ers. That what I've named us.
I used to say Subjects of The Dark Prince but then I started to scare myself at night so I stopped. We are now G-Majorers. I squished myself within the tightly knit group and…
Well hello Sexy Sadie!
I found myself face-to-face with a part of Sadie's anatomy that I did not particularly want to be all up in. Some things should just be left to the imagination.
Not that I would picture my sister…
ok I think I'm becoming redundant but EW!
Fo rizzle. Ok I'm breaking out in Snoop-Speak. Or Pimp-Speak or whatever the hell they call it now. It makes me want to rip my teeth out of my head.
Was this display for Kwest? Because I really got the impression that she was giving him a personal peep show last night when we got in.
Was this for Liam? Like a whole look-at-what-you're-missing-asshole? Cause it's really working.
He keeps staring and I'm guessing that whole finding cheap sex adventure didn't go so well. Whatever, I am walking away before those things strangle me.
"Let's go." Wally called from the door.
I'm guessing he insisted on waiting for the valet outside the lobby earlier. I'm like 95 percent sure. He always waited for Tour Bus Betty to round the corner after checked out of hotels. And he always made Brandon the Bus Driver honk the horn when he pulled up. I started to feel bad for Brandon by the end of the tour but I was too wrapped in my own psychodrama.
I piled into the car first with Pasty following then Sadie and Kwest, Mason, Wally, Tommy, Spied, E.J., Darius, Kyle, Craig, Shay, Jamie and Liam. It was kinda awkward because I realized the O.C. inspired hook-ups that had taken place and I think everyone else caught on too.
Let's count, shall we?
Let's start with Tommy the whore. Tommy has been with (biblically speaking)
Sadie,
(there was the rumor about he and E.J. and I'm gonna go with it and run) E.J., and
Portia and
as of last night me.
I think I'm the next relationship whore after this. (we are going into virginal territory. I repeat I am not a slut) I've dated
Jamie,
Spiederman,
Shay
and let's throw in Tommy just for the hell of it.
But it got me thinking. And I sound like that creepy girl who doesn't get it after a one-night-stand, but what's gonna come out of last night?
Was it was one time deal?
Am I his booty call?
Is he my booty call?
Could we ever date?
Oh my God…
OH HELL!
I could be pregnant. OH MY GOD!
I could have an STD.
He dated the whore that all the little whores bow down to: Paris I'm-Open-For-Bussiness-24/7 Hilton! Ok there is no way that I don't have something like herpes now! Oh Lord my dad is going to kill me. And my pediatrician will look at me funny since he's the same doctor that had to deliver me on emergency 17 years ago.
OH MY! I AM A DIRTY WHORE! Panicked tears immediately welled in my eyes.
Oh wait… I just had my period a week ago. So I'm pretty sure I can't be pregnant right now thanks to Health Freshman year. Remember the coach who taught Health in Mean Girls? He had nothing on Mr. Weezner, my health teacher and the school's hockey coach.
Well I'm pretty sure Mr. Weezner never slept with any of the students but I can't really know. So now I just have to check with Tommy about his… situation downstairs. I looked around in a tizzy and I realized I couldn't wait to know.
"STOP!" I screamed really loudly. Everyone looked at me like I had just peed on the floor and now I was lapping it up like a dog. Seriously, it's a wonder why I don't quit already. We all felt the car come to a screeching halt and the tires squealed underneath us.
"Miss Harrison, is there something the matter?" Liam asked me. YES! You're nasty face.
"I need coffee." I shot a look at Tommy who took the clue.
"I'll pay!" He volunteered and I ran from the car as he took mandatory orders from the rest of them. Coffee hoes. Tommy walked out looking ragged. Did they attack him? And besides he should be used to it after those world tours. I had a different girl in every city. Ok now, I'm convinced I've contracted something.
"Am I infected?" I blurted out as we conveniently waltzed into a Starbucks. He looked down and chuckled as he cradled my face lightly. I slapped his hand away, does he not realize that I cannot function when he touches me. Or is near me. Or when I think about him. Seriously my neurons stop firing and my brain goes numb.
"This is serious. I have failed all those protection commercials on MTV. That's it for me." I told him. He looked at me seriously for a moment, almost like he couldn't believe what I was saying.
"But Jude… we, you know. We were protected."
"I don't think so Q! Ya just jumped right inside a me!"
Oops. I guess I shouted that last part. Now everyone is looking at me funny. I slumped my shoulders forwards as Tommy pulled me close, looking down at me even more seriously.
"Jude… I never meant to force." Ok he's pulling out the puppy face. I have no resistance against the puppy face!
"No, Tom. You didn't. I was just overreacting." I said shaking my head softly and looking down at the ground. I felt tears welling in my eyes and I didn't really know why. I didn't regret last night. I loved Tommy. I love Tommy. He chuckled softly, and then picked my chin up tenderly with his finger.
"Jude, I don't think what happened last night was right."
"Tommy!" He shook his head softly.
"I wanted it, so much Jude. I don't think you know how much I need you. And you… thought you wanted. I don't think I could do that to you anymore."
Ok please excuse my potty mouth but, WHAT THE FUCK? Why is he being such a girl?
I've told him so many times!
I've done so many things to prove it.
This is not fair. I am the one who supposed to be the girl here! I have the parts! He doesn't! He turned away from me sadly with a small shake of his head.
Let's just peek into the twisted land of let's-make-Jude-as-insane-as-possible-and-see-how-long-before-she-cracks, popularly known as Tommy's Mind.
I can bet you he's thinking that he's a pedophile.
That he's a flagrantlaw breaker.
I bet he would even go as far to call himself a rapist.
Technically he's a statutory rapist but he's not going to see it that way.
In all honesty I don't need a law to tell me what I can feel and what I can't. And if I can make a conscious decision or not, they don't know me. Well… they vaguely know me. But they think I'm Jude Andrews so whatever.
I kept staring at him dazedly, was he really just ending us like that? Before we even had a chance to be something? Well, not if I have any say in it. And I proved yesterday that I sure do! Our turn came as I ogled at the cookies, I swear they were calling me, but I was too afraid to ask Tommy to get anything besides the coffee.
I saw Tommy stand still for a moment with a lost look, what a dumbass. These people have been ordering the same coffee for years and they just told him like two minutes ago. I stepped in with a huff and came face to face with a very handsome coffee-man. Caffeine and good looks? Take me now Mr. Barista! Lord knows Tommy would care.
"Good morning." He said nicely, I flashed him a smile, languidly draping my hands on the counter.
"Good morning to you too." I told him.
"Thank you. What could I get you?" I looked at him for a moment as my eyes flashed to his nametag.
"Well, Peter, could I have one Skinny Carmel Macchiato, one Espresso con Panna, two Café Mochas –one light on the foam- one skinny Gingerbread Latte, and three Cinnamon Spice Lattes…"
I paused going through everyone on the list. Skinny Macchiato for Sadie, Panna for E.J., Mochas for Spied and Shay, Gingerbread for Darius (it shocked the hell outta me when he told me once. I always thought he was the Grinch) Cinnamon Spice for Liam, Kyle and Jamie.
"One hot chocolate, two of your strong morning blends, one Chocolate Milk and hmmm… what would you recommend?" I asked, knowing what I wanted but I felt like talking to him some more.
"Well, something new or something you've had before with a twist." I looked back at Tommy who was watching intently. He was pissing me off.
"Something new." I said with fake resolve. I heard Tommy whip his head towards me. He is so stupid; I will always be hung up on him. I just like to see him squirm.
"Well if you like it with a kick, I recommend our Dopio Espresso Holiday Cider Latte." He told me with a sexy Italian accent. Tommy snorted indignantly from behind and majorly pissed me off.
"That's sounds… exciting." I purred and turned back to Tommy apathetically.
"And whatever he wants since he's paying." I said off handedly before flashing Peter one last smile and joining the line for drinks. I heard Peter neutrally tell Tommy the price as Tommy threw a bill on the counter meanly. That's not going to cover it dumbass. But when I looked closer I realized it was a hundred dollar bill.
What a tool. Seriously. I want to knock him out right now. A few stumbles later, Tommy and I were making our way out of the shop. I flashed one last smile as Peter returned it with a little wave. I stopped to wave back but Tommy pushed me forwards meanly. Douche bag. I whipped my head around and stuck my tongue out at him.
"Real mature Jude."
"Shut up asshole." I told him. I may be in love with him but he pisses me off. He inhaled sharply behind me; I hope he stubbed his toe. But when I turned around he was sorta shocked at what I had just said. Loser. I want to hit him. I shook him off and rasped against the window for someone to open the door.
"Thanks." I said sweet-like-sugar as Spied opened the door and I handed him his drink.
"Thank you." He told me nicely and flashed me a wink.
Ok what game is he playing? I was just being nice, not flirty. Tommy and I settled in as I handed Wally his Chocolate milk, Craig and Liam their strong brews and began to contentedly sip my concoction.
It tasted like bitter dirt but I wasn't going to admit that. And besides it's coffee, it can only get better with the caffeine buzz. I looked around and basked in the awkwardness of the silence that persisted, and feeling better as I remembered that Tommy had actually… covered himself and how I hummed the Trojan Man jingle when I saw the wrappers in the trash this morning.
Wait a minute… Tommy knew he was gonna get lucky!
I reached over and slapped his arm even though I sorta didn't care. I think deep down I knew we were just a matter of time before we either imploded or… did it. He shot me a what-the-hell? look. I shot him a look back and decided I needed some tunes. I vocalized this and Kwest acknowledged me first.
"Girl put your records on." Kwest told me with a smile. I was going to come back with the next line of the song but I heard Tommy snort like a bull next to me.
"It's a song Ryan Atwood." I told him.
"How right. What song might that be? My-name-is-Jude-and-I-know-how-to-push-people's-buttons?" Is he stupid? What kind of producer is he? He should know about this stuff.
"Put Your Records On." Pasty cut in from her Chocolate Milk, that no one missed her not-so-discreetly emptying the contents of her special flask into a few minutes ago.
Everyone leaned over to look at her. I always thought she liked Satan music or something. Like the Chants of Beelzebub or whatever. I flashed her a smile as Kwest turned the radio on for me and Tommy continued to pout. It was really sexy, but I would never admit that to him. As I watched him pout I realized he didn't want to leave me high and dry but he didn't want to take advantage of me. I suddenly knew exactly what I was going to do to show him. And if it pissed Darius off… well that was just an added bonus.
Alrighty! Next chapter is bascially Jude and the gang at the SNL set. But I really hoped you guys liked this chapter:o)
