Oh I just love you guys! I can't get over it, and I don't want to! I really really want to thank
tommys21 ((I think I first heard the word during an episode of 7th Heaven, lol. It was the one where Matt takes the school 'harlot' and yea... it was weird lol. I don't think anyone is really a slut, except Eden and Marissa's sister on The O.C., they are sluts lol. But harlot is much more tame than skank and I've found some people don't know what it means, so it's also quite useful lol))
Duddley111 ((I'm so glad! You know what... I love you! lol))
iamthatplace ((I definitely thought about changing the rating but the craziness with Tommy and Jude stops pretty much lol. And I am a totally dork I meant the Raisin Bran commericals with Johnson and that guy that intially fired him like 6 months ago when the commercial first aired. I love those things, the plot line is actually riveting. I always love to see what happens for commercial to commercial lol! Ah, I love the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants! I love America, the girl who plays Carmen, but I always picture Carmen way different lol. I loved the books and the movie wasn't too bad, just not as good. But Kostos was uber hot!))
Tommy4eva ((I often find myself screaming Stupid Tommy! whenever I watch the episodes, but I have to watche reruns now and that makes me eternally sad. But still, stupid Tommy is sexy Tommy. Tommy is always sexy, no matter what lol))
NotAContrivance ((Romeo and Juilet... too long ago to really care anymore lol. But I totally remember my teacher made us watch this BBC special of it and Snape played Tybault! And I basically saw Snape's butt and when the fifth movie comes out I'll have to hide my eyes when Alan Rickman comes on because I will just remember his butt in bright yellow tites and he won't be scary anymore. I always thought the Verizon guy wasn't that hot, he was just there and then I saw this thing on Vh1 and he was in normal clothes and he was totally sexy, and it gave me that idea lol. I always pictured Tommy bringing a whole new meaning to inappropriate behavior in the office envirnoment, and they never even hinted at a potential love connection with E.J. so I figured she had some unsettled history with Tommy, that or she's a man-eater and no one wants to date her lol. I would totally buy Tommy a clue, I would buy Tommy anything. I would basically do anything for Tommy if it meant I could interact with him because he's like my whole life and a half lol. I'm so glad you liked the chapter! And I love the long reviews they make me happy and I don't have to study when I have something to distract me lol!))
Alexzgirl1 ((Aw! It's nice to know you would physcially defend my fic! I think I would have to cry if Jude were just a notch in his bedpost because I pretty much believe they are totally meant to be and I get so girly when they're together. It's faintly insane lol! Pasty's pretty insane but I play it up a lot because she makes me laugh all the time, sometimes I wish I were her and then I don't because she's insane. For real lol! Season 2 is pretty awesome, Jude turns 16 and I won't spoil it but Spied and the guys are in it a lot of the time. I've found an obsession with Wally, the bassist. He's like my whole life besides Tommy. French is quite a pain in my derriere lol, but Tommy issexy when he speaks it. But he says his little line really fast, it's in theepisode when she turns 17, and I had tolisten really closely, but the sexiness is there lol! And I totally appreciate the wish of luck for my finals. They make my head spin lol!))
mZtOmMyQ5319((I think Tommy is one of the most picky characters on TV. But I think the whole age thing freaks him out to a point of insanity and spinlessness lol. I'm so glad you liked the chapter!))
singingspaz ((All projects are stupid. I decided and the end of the year is total crunch time and it just sucks. A lot. lol, I'm so glad my chapter made you feel better! You're review made me muy happy lol! I really see no difference between today/tomorrow when it gets to be so early. And if I think about it too much and try to explain it to myself I just get way frustrated lol. Yay me! lol, I love that so much! Yay! That's my new catch phrase!))
VilandraofAntar ((hmmm, what do I get him for Christmas... lip stick? I totally got the Trojan man from Gilmore Girls. It was the episode where Paris is basically in love with Jamie, or whatever or Princeton Man's name is, and she doesn't want to tell Madelin and Louise because they 'would go around singing Trojan Man' and I laughed for days. Sometimes I scare myself with my knack for turning the most simple and clean things dirty and sullied. It's a blessing and a curse. But mostly a curse because I let it slip around teachers and they get freaked out because it's usually about sex and they all want to think that Catholic School girls just go to church, pray and repress all non-God thoughts lol. Yesterday I told my friend that she was going to get Herpes sores in her butt and my math teacher turned around and smacked me with a stack of papers. I kinda hurt and my math teacher is a creep. He has this freaky-ass goatee and wears sweater-vests. I am not even kidding.))
Latisha C ((Oh my God, I love the long reviews! They completely make me day! If Tommy had never been called an asshole, I would have to laugh. I think Sadie should have called him one at the yacht thing in the beginning of the season but she didn't and I was sad lol. Starbucks is an addiction, literally. I knew most of those coffee's right of the top of my head, but I had to look some of them up lol.I really hope the term paper went well, and the children's book! This one time I had to make up my own editorial cartoon but yea... it wasn't as bad as a book lol. I'm so glad you like my story enough to take so much time!))
Beauty in the Breakdown ((The question is why am I not pming at5 in the morning? But I think we have a time zone difference becase I would totally get caught if I were laughing and gasping about the Tim twin at 5 am. If you don't date him, it'll be that thing that haunts you forever. And if you marry him, then you are very wise lol! I go through fads at Starbucks, right now I'm in love with Macchiato's but not the Vinalla, it takes like vomity foam lol. I think you definitely spoil us with 2 chapters because you're fic is like Starbucks, the more I have the more I need for survival. I take things overboard. I don't think I ever won't lol))
I abosoutely love you guys! I named this chapter Bang Theory for an array of reasons.
1) I love the song, it makes me laugh and I don't really know why. It's not a funny song but my play count is obscene lol.
And 2) I hate to say this but I just finished the last chapter of this fic! I almost cried when I hit save but then I realized hello, the beauty of sequels. I have a few ideas rolling through my head and I'm pretty sure it'll be around the holiday season and Jude finshing her album and all that good stuff.
Please tell me if you guys would want a sequels and if there's something in particular you would love to see! So this is the second to last chapter and I'm thinking the final one to come out tomorrow night or earlier Saturday. I promise to leave a teaser at the end of this chapter because I love you all so much but on with this chapter! As always it picks up where the other left off.
Disclaimer (these bother me, so this is like a blanket one for all my stories for ever and ever) I don't own anything and I never will. Unless it turns out I have a fortune left in my name or something like that because then I won't hesistate in buying Instant Star and a hundred cars or something. Oh and I would buy Tommy ;o)
Chapter 13:Bang Theory
The rest of the ride came and went without much to diddle about because I didn't pay attention to anyone else because I was devising my plan. Before he walked out I surveyed Darius' forehead and saw the vein that was always slightly protruding. I wonder if he's always mad or it just sticks out like that. I made a mental note to never ask because it might be a sore spot with him.
Because maybe all the kids made fun of him when he was little and he cries himself to sleep at night after he stares at in the mirror for hours on end. And he became an angry P. Diddy-Man to show everyone that he could use the ugly vein to his advantage and be more successful than his mockers.
Or he's faintly mad all the time.
Then I wondered if it would explode and his head would bleed all over me after the performance tonight. I thought he was going to tear my limbs with his teeth at that stupid boat party. I was sorta afraid for my life; I kept wondering 'how to confuse an alligator when it runs at you'. I remembered that you run in a zigzag so that it blurs its vision or whatever but I knew I wouldn't be able to outrun anything in my dress (I think Taking Back Sunday was at the whole thing because the lyrics for MakeDamnSure the stuff about violent red pretty much describe that blindingly red dress I wore.) and especially not in my weapon/heels.
I knew he wouldn't release me from my contract even if he had threatened before because I think he's actually a scardey cat when it comes down it. Or he's an ogre and instead of firing me, he'll rip my head off my neck. Oh well. Tommy's fault if that happens. I have to remember to tell someone that so they can announce that to everyone in my eulogy and then Tommy will be shunned from society.
I filed out after Pasty and saw a plastic butter knife hanging out of her pocket; I hesitated and faltered slightly before plucking it out of her pocket. I stared at it, mesmerized by the mysterious stains that adorned the jagged teeth. EW! I dropped it to the sidewalk like a hot potato and walked on.
We walked into a grandiose stage hall, and I saw a few actors I sorta recognized, rehearsing a skit for that tonight.
"I'm Carol!"
Someone shouted loudly and I realized it was Horatio because I am in love with him. I started debating whether I should ask for his autograph and if I should ask if he'd sign it with the lipstick he wears when he's in drag. But I was snapped from my daydream as Spied let the door snap shut like the closing mouth of a fiery inferno. Nice imagery, huh? I bet Edgar Allen Poe is spinning in his grave right now. I saw someone look at us as Spied let the door slam and he clapped his hands in preparation.
"Alright, Jude's here. Let's run that skit. Then sound check, ok?"
His thundering footsteps pounded closer to the group as he approached us with a nearly exasperated expression. He was wearing a too tight black tee shirt, à la Simon Cowell, and a blinged out
(Yes, I said bling. I'm just waiting for The Game to pop out and slay me with his pimp stick)
belt with Daddy spelled out in what I bet are real diamonds. He smelled old and musty, like he had been rolling around in moss all day. "I'm Silver."
He stated and stood up on his tiptoes and (I was like the Jolly Green Giant compared to him. Little men beware!) got all up in my face, looking at me intently. Well, Hello Stranger.
"Are you Jude?" I don't think I'm going to like this man.
"No I'm her evil stand in. I like to eat people." I told him as I snapped my teeth closed with a loud chatter, channeling Pasty for a moment.
"Tell me when she gets back."
"I'll do that." I told him as he slapped a script in my hands. Well thanks. It's totally not breaking my wrists right now. No, I'm fine.
Silver sashayed towards the stage again, reminding me of Miss Jay. Except I love Miss Jay and I already kinda hate this guy. He snapped his fingers twice and the lights dimmed.
I wonder what would happen if I shouted Beatlejuice, Beatlejuice, Beatlejuice right now. I looked around sneakily and saw everyone's attention wrapped around the beginnings of the skit. I huffed and I sadly let go of my Winonna Rider dream. I watched some weird guy come out with hair identical to Spied's and as he turned around he revealed a very pregnant belly.
Oh hell. I didn't know people were still talking about that.
He looked down at the script and when his face emerged again he had plastered a doofusy expression across his features.
"Dudes. I love Jude. Woaw man! That rhymes. Dudes, Jude…no wait. Dudes… Judes! "
He said with his jaw hanging along the floor and he rocked an air guitar at 5 to 12 and nodded his head enthusiastically, kinda like what Spied does when he gets totally jamming and totally carried away. Once, and I swear this to God, he played a guitar solo and simultaneously ripped his underwear out of his shorts. It was like Zoolander. Only less fantastic when I found out he had been planning it and that the pair he pulled had been sitting in the front of his pants, not… holding anything in.
He had also gone around before and protruded his artificially endowed crotch at groupies. He had bite marks for a week.
"But I let Jamie boink me dude! I'm pregnant, dudes! And I'm a dude, dudes!"
He continued as Adrienne, winner of America's Next Top Model cycle 1 and star of My Fair Brady, We're Getting Married (I am so addicted to TV), sobbed against her curly blonde wig.
"Oh my God! I'm Jude Harrison!" She wailed. "I'm the smoke from your fire!"
"But I'm that guy you can't trust." A deadly whisper broke from across the stage as Andy Samberg, with severely gelled hair, sucked in cheeks and a massive scowl walked/booty shook his way across the stage. It was really funny. Until Adrienne yowled some more.
"AH! It's that lie you can't trust! No one even loves me enough to know the lyrics to my song by heart! I hate my life!"
"Oh baby! Don't you cry! Go marry Tommy Q! It makes everything better!" A falsetto called as Keenan Thompson came out in full drag.
"Hey y'all! I'm Portia .Quincy. Mills!" He shouted and gave a flourishing wave.
It was like a frickin' circus when the guy who plays Bill Clinton and Donald Trump all the time shouted with an impressive Irish accent. He grabbed his crotch obviously and grunted loudly.
"I'm Liam Fenway! I may be behind the scenes but the whole world knows me from the time I hit Russell Crowe in the face with a V-Track in the 80's!
UGH, I knew I knew Liam from somewhere!
Adrienne began to shout with well-feigned tears that "Shay is under my skin! Give me booty to get rid of him" (those are not the lyrics. That song wasn't about Shay and if I has said give me some booty to get rid of him when the him was my dad, well that would be weird) while the rest of the actors looked down at me. What the hell was I supposed to do? I looked down at the script. I have lines!
"No I'm Jude Harrison." Argue with fake Jude. "I can prove it." Move to other stage. Begin performance.
And they wonder why it seems like musicians can't act on this show? People are stupid. I climbed over the stage with difficulty and Spied rushed over to help and groped my ass while he shoved my up the stage. On my stomach like a fool or a floundering fish, I turned around and gave him a dirty look before picking my dignity and myself up.
"No. I'm Jude Harrison." I said completely deadpanned. I waited for Silver to yell at me and when it didn't come Adrienne cried some more, insisting that she was me.
"I can prove it." I told retorted as Silver finally yelled cut. A more normal looking guy came up and led me to the second stage with the Grand Central station motif, where we would just stay after the first song.
"Ok, let's run 24 Hours first?" He asked.
I was about to nod when Darius stepped in front of me and nodded. Um, what was the point of that? I can move my head up and down just fine. Maybe he didn't want my head to fall off… I wonder the same thing about him. There must be some serious neck complications with an ego the size of his. I can help but wonder what he's like during sex.
Oh wait, I can help it!
Shoving my thoughts aside, I looked away from Darius' butt. NOT THINKING BAD THOUGHTS, and back at Spied, Kyle and Wally who were all adjusting to the instruments.
"Psst!" I called while Darius talked about lighting one whatever with the normal guy.
"Can you guys meet me in the dressing room after check?"
"Decide you like it kinky Harrison?" Spied asked and wiggled his eyebrows.
I snorted and retorted: "It won't be with you, stupid." We both laughed lightly while Kyle and Wally all nodded.
"Spread the word to Jamie too."
I hissed as the normal guy gave us the cue. Kyle clashed his sticks against the cymbals while Spied and Wally began the pulsation riff. Wally played the low series of notes before my cue as I inhaled away from the microphone.
"I've been sittin' in the dirt."
"24 Hours." Spied said with his lips pressing against the mic. I think he thinks that he's Mick Jagger. He needs bigger lips, girl legs, girl pants and a booty that shakes like there's no tomorrow. Otherwise, I see no difference.
The notes faded out and I looked down at Tommy who was bobbing his head to the music. I knew he was thinking of that time at the pier because I was too. We finished it without a hitch, cough cough Assica, and Spied started the riff of My Sweet Time and we played through, with minimal instance from Spied about backup vocals. I think he was still afraid I smash his face into a brick wall about the grabbing my ass thing. Tsk, tsk I would merely get someone else to beat his brains in. Because I'm a lady.
After rehearsal…
I sat in the little room with the butterflies fluttering viciously. I needed Sponge Bob's jellyfish net to get rid of them.
But alas, Sponge Bob Squarepants is fictional and so is Patrick, but if they were real I would marry them both. Not at the same time, I think I would marry Bob first and safe the best for last. I looked blankly at the TV screen, and I think my world is crashing but… I was bored outta my skull.
Actually I was so nervous I was nearly jumping out of my skin at every disruption to the calm. I stared down at the remote for a few seconds and picked it up to change the channel. I was in serious need to see some pathetic chump on MTV become a new person with new hair and ditch their old friends for the popular whores.
I don't see why people want to be like the popular crowd in their school. I've lived with one and there is a lot of hairspray and early mornings to curl eyelashes and whatnot. It's not that great and they listen to Nick Carter and stuff. It's really sad if you think about it. You don't even have think long and hard about it, just a quick glance at the whole theory of cool kids and you can see it's sad. Bang Theory anyone?
I pressed down on the up button for twenty minutes and the screen refused to budge. No I take that back it kept playing this weird sitcom Are You Being Served? or something.
"NO! I don't want to watch this!" I grunted as I pressed even harder.
Just as the door open the remote flew against the wall, almost smacking Spied in the face. I think would have had to laugh if it hit him. But I would have felt bad because he bleeds really easily and he would be all bloody on stage and stuff. I think his groupie rate would take a nosedive. I saw him breathe a sigh of relief making me laugh and want to hit him All At Once. It came out like a strangled burst of spitty laughter. It was kinda gross.
I watched Spied walk over to me and suddenly prance his fingers through my scalp. I shot my eyes as far up as they could go and I could see his tongue sticking out in concentration.
"May I help you?"
"Dude, what are you doing?" Wally asked, even more freaked out than me. And hello, the dude was delousing me!
"Duh, he looking for bugs to eat." Kyle said. The two high-fived each other stupidly with laughter.
"Yea! Like those monkeys!" Wally exclaimed. Wally has an inexplicable obsession with monkeys. One time on tour this bouncer called Wally ugly and I was about to haul off and hit him (I really do love me some Wally!) but when the ugly fat man wasn't looking Wally downed his beer.
"Hey! Kid! What did you just do?" The bouncer asked him with a scary expression of hunger for human flesh.
I hid myself slightly behind Spied, who smiled winningly and patted the top of my head. Normally it would have bothered me but it gave me some sense of comfort because the Brawny Man was scaring me shitless. We watched the alcohol pass through Wally's system instantly as he walked around, slightly off balance.
"I just made you… kiss my monkey butt!" He shouted and showed off both his middle fingers. I yelped, as the bouncer pounded forwards at Wally, and ran from behind Spied, grabbed Wally and the four of us ran like hell. It was only late evening and Wally demanded that we go to the zoo.
7:14
"Hello Mr. Monkey!" Wally cooed drunkenly.
7:38
"Do you wanna banana Mr. Monkey?" Wally asked stupidly and made an otherwise dirty gesture for a banana.
8:26
"Mr. Monkey, you are my best friend. NO! My only friend in this… big cruel world. I love you Mr. Monkey." He screamed passionately. Spied smiled evilly. "I think that's a Mrs. Monkey. Or a… Miss Monkey." He said on whisper with a suggestive wink.
8:27
"Marry me Miss Monkey! I love you Miss Monkey!"
9:09
"Young man, I'm going to have to ask you and your friends to leave the park." A tough guy in a uniform said lightly to Wally with a hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him off the bars between the monkey cave thing and Wally. The fences went from being bars of thick metal to not enough to restrain a determined Wally.
"NO! I will not leave! And I will not…" He shouted before trailing off and throwing up all over the park ranger. "Sorry. We were just leaving." I said apologetically and helped Wally to his feet and rubbed his curls, trying to comfort him. "But I loved her." He sobbed.
"Yes, I know you loved Miss Monkey." I told while I tried to hold back the laughter. Kirby would be so pissed off. But Spied couldn't control his giggles and got served some Instant Karma as the beer ran out of Wally system again and all over the front of Spied's mechanic jacket.
We all fell silent and Spied's fingers stopped looking through my hair, each remembering the incident at the zoo. Even Wally who was sorta plastered remembered whatever we hadn't filled him in on. I cleared my throat loudly.
"Could some one tell me what Spied is doing. Or at least change the channel?" I asked as I continued to look up at Spied questioningly. Kyle bent down, picked up the remote and changed it to MTV knowingly but without any difficulty. What the hell?
"I'm just looking to see if there's any red left up here." Butt hole.
"There isn't, so stop looking." I told him and lightly slapped his hand away.
I sighed loudly, feeling particularly exhausted. Is it Any Wonder? I mean really, I am just generally a tiring person to other people so it's crazy hard being me.
"Are we in here to listen to you breathe or…" Kyle started but quieted himself quickly at my sharp glance. Smart kid that Kyle. Spied or Wally would have kept talking and I would have had to inflict physical pain. Kyle forgoes the pain and shuts up.
I should probably take after his example too but whatever, I'm too old to change my ways. Because I'm actually a 90 years old woman in a 17 year old's body. The physical advantages are astounding, given last night, but no wonder Tommy keeps confusing me for someone older.
Hello! I'm 90.
I have actually been alive for close to a century. I saw Sharon Stone's downward spiral and laugh at those that scratch their heads like puzzled fools demanding 'what happened?'.
I was there when the rumors about Elvis dying on the toilet first circulated and then watched his groupies revolt and torch stuff. Ok maybe there weren't conflagrations but they were pissed off.
And by the way have I told you that in fact didn't get Hemp C from Tommy but the pathological inability to tell myself the truth? Well yes, it's there and I'm really dealing with it quite well.
See that?
Right there, rearing its ugly head when I'm trying to focus!
Oh my God.
I am insane.
I am not normal.
I am carrying on conversations with myself and berating my mental illness, which I clearly misdiagnosed. I'm just plain insane. Hey that rhymes. I'm exactly what Foreman said. I'm a crazy person I 'think badly' or whatever he said to Chase about that lady who said she was crazy but was really just loosing her eyesight or something. I just remember she said her soul hurts when they give her psych meds and then she spit in Foreman's face.
"We have to wait for Jamie or he'll…"
"And here he is the man of the hour!" Spied interrupted me with an exclamation.
"Hey thanks Spied. I don't think everyone in the entire world heard that. Could you speak a little louder?" I asked him meanly. Jamie looked at for a minute in surprise.
"Simmer down now. You're like a mini ninja."
What the hell?
"What does that mean?" I asked him contemptibly. He came over and sat right next to me, opening his arms for me lay against him. I looked at him like he was leper, even though it looked really inviting, for a minute. But my resolve broke when he gave his goofy grin and I leaned against him comfortably; he wrapped his arms around me loosely and looked down.
"Care to share why we're here now?" I sighed again, partly contented but it hitch in my throat and sputtered out nervous. Spied looked down at me worriedly, recognizing the sigh from the first show on tour.
I sighed and shook hands and arms to loosen myself up. It wasn't working. It was actually have the opposite effect. It made my stomach cramp even more painfully and I sighed again. Spied looked over at me and immediately searched for something like a crazy man.
"Spied what are you doing? We have to go on!"
I called as he rounded a corner towards the dressing room only to come back a moment later with a trashcan. Or a poubelle as they say in French. Doesn't it sound much more eloquent.
It's like that one guy in the behind the scenes commentary on the Princess Diaries commentary and he was talking about how Julie Andrew's accent makes everything sound nicer.
"She could say anything. Mud. That's mud. See it sounds better." He said adding a British accent when he said mud.
But it didn't really sound nicer, it sounded… stupider. But he was really bad, so that may have had something to do with it.
"What's that for?" I asked him hesitantly, wondering if he wanted to start a bonfire on stage or something. I don't think the managers of the club would be too happy about pyrotechnics.
"For you."
"What why?" I asked as I heard the crowd suddenly erupt as Wally and Kyle walked to the stage right on cue. I felt the nervous pangs resurface.
"This." He said and pushed the garbage towards me as I emptied the contents of my stomach. He stayed with me until I could walk on my own and ridded my mouth of the vomity taste.
"Don't worry. I'm fine. I'll be fine." I said lightly as I began to unfold my plan.
"Well I was thinking. Tonight, instead of My Sweet Time why don't we try something new?" I asked tentatively and showed them a worn page of my tour notebook. They read lyrics while I explained the melody. SME all shook their heads while they listened.
"And then I can finish it with acoustic." I looked around apprehensively. They all seemed to like the idea, even Jamie, who's still deathly afraid of Darius. I don't blame him; Darius could eat Jamie in two seconds flat. Probably less if he didn't chew.
Before the show...
"Portia, are you sure? I might rip it." I whined, not wanting to wear a gown.
"You are wearing it Jude." E.J. told me and I watched the two agree for the first time. Oh my God, it must be the Apocalypse!
"Fine." I huffed and slipped into the dressing room.
"Can someone zip me?" I called as E.J. joined me quickly. When she finished she instructed me to turn around and show her.
"This will make him sorry." She whispered with a small hitch in her voice. I left the dumb-blonde act at the door as I smiled and nodded my head appreciatively and hugged her tightly. She hugged me back with as much love and told me to "kick ass out there." I felt a wave of reassurance flood over me as she broke away.
"And oh yea, everyone is kinda out there right now." She said before rushing for the other room.
"WHAT?" I demanded. I huffed and pushed down on the handle and I exited a small hush fell over everyone. It was weird and I felt like Hilary Diff in A Cinderella Story when she comes in at the Halloween Ball… wait a minute. I felt like Hilary Duff, there must be something wrong.
It's those damn trend setting Disney girls! I remember whenever Freaky Friday came out I went out and bought a saddle bag and clipped ugly pins and buttons to it.
The sad thing is that I made my Uncle Ringo
(no, I am not kidding. I think the Beatles things ran rampant through my dad's family. Or grandpa threatened to disown my dad if he didn't carry on the tradition…)
get that personal button maker for Christmas too. And when it broke I threw a fit and blamed Sadie because I found her hair tie in the crank thing and I smashed it against her bedroom door. The scuffmarks are still there, I swear.
I fingered the skirt of my dress nervously as I felt Tommy's eyes boring into me. In retrospect it would have been creepy, but I'm pretty much in love with him so I let the weirdo-factor slide as I grew even more nervous.
Tommy…
He felt his breath hitch in his throat while he stared at Jude. He didn't feel himself blink or swallow until Kwest nudged him from behind. He felt himself lick his lips almost hungrily but snaked his tongue back in his mouth, realizing how creepy he must have looked to her; especially added to the fact he couldn't tear his eyes away.
The deep blue dress flounced around her knees and sashayed upwards every time she shifted slightly. His eyes drank her in as his gaze traveled up to the ribbons that tied the waist of the dress behind her back.
As she rotated at E.J.'s sharp command he saw an intricate lacing of loops and soft fabric as his eyes landed on a small, barely visible zipper. His fingers tingled hotly as he felt himself imagining his arms around her, enveloping her skin and the soft fabric against him. He shook his head, pedophile screaming at him. He felt disgusted with himself but couldn't help but continue to ogle. She would never only be 17 to him, no matter how many times he insited to others.
The thick straps hoisted the bust of the dress on her curves that seemed to be screaming at him. He watched enviously as Portia draped a flashing necklace along the bare, porcelain skin along her neck and chest. As he took in a breath of air it came through his throat and passed raggedly to his lungs. He felt a knee prod against his lower spin and he spun around to see a smug looking Kwest.
"Stop drooling man."
"Stop grabbing Sadie's ass."
Tommy retorted and watched his friend flush embarrassedly and throw him a dirty look. Tommy chuckled to himself though when he saw Kwest's hand slip back to his side discreetly. He turned back to Jude who's mouth was open and poised to say something.
Jude…
Ok, say something smart. Don't be stupid. Don't be stupid.
"I have to pee." I announced and rushed out of the room only to smack myself right into Shay who whistled at me with raised eyebrows. I hit him lightly on the arm as Jamie came up behind me.
"Ready?"
"No."
"Good. You're on in like two minutes."
"Oh hell." I said, jogging my memories for my lines. Oh right: No I'm Jude. I can prove it. I inhaled deeply, crossing my fingers and begging Fate to safe me from the unease that flashed through my stomach and bubbled meanly in the throat.
"Would I freak you out if I cried?"
"Yes." Shay stated simple. I looked at him seriously and he smiled back and wrapped me in a hug. I heard Jamie inhale harshly and a second later I felt his arms around Shay and I. This was probably weird, but it only made me feel better. I exhaled with resolve and looked between the two.
"Ok. I'm gonna go fight with Mrs. Peter Brady. I'll see you later." I said and followed an intern that told me I had to be on stage in a few moments. I turned around as I saw SME jog to the other stage, giving a shaky thumbs up to Jamie who returned with a reassuring smile. I giggled lightly. God I am such a girl.
I so hope you guys liked it! And here's a little teaser as promised!
"You're just a Crocodile Dundee wanna be in my book. So shut the hell up!"
I went out on a limb and it was in this moment that I was either gonna fall on my ass or find myself in Tommy's arms.
"I don't want to." He told me. Wow, that was really bad.
Don't worry, I promise a happy ending:o)
