Slow updates, I know :( I've been busy with state-wide testing and junk, so I'm trying. I promise I'll do a HUGE postathon as soon as I get a chance.
I really wanted to ask you guys something but I forgot to put it in the last chapter;
Have you ever noticed that Tim Rozon has a slight lisp? Or is just me?
And for some reason I imagine him sounding like Nick Lachey. So I'll probably use his new song somewhere along the line. And then I think about how Jessica and Nick relate to Jude and Tommy and I seriously think I might be going crazy.
I think I was taken off somebody's Author Alert list too :(
Anyways, back to the story.
Jude sat across from a very stoic woman. The woman, her name was Geneva, had her hair tightly wound into small bun. She was wearing a leopard-print trench coat that dropped down to her fat ankles, and her eyebrows were clearly penciled on. A man with softer features sat next to her. He was scruffy-looking, but his facial expression was soft.
"So Ms. Harrison, Mr. Quincy," Geneva tapped her false nails on the tabletop, "What happened exactlywhen you first got the sign of feelings forming?"
Jude looked over a Tommy, who sat next to her, and grimaced. She didn't know if he wanted her to tell about her 16th birthday.
"It was Jude's 17th birthday party." This obviously answered her question. "We kissed, no one knew, and no one else ever found out."
"All right then." Geneva mumbled. The man next to her was scribbling down notes on a piece of paper. "From then until Mr. Quincy's leave, did anything else happen?"
"No." Jude said simply.
"Was it a dramatic departing?"
"I was really mad. Tommy didn't explain or give me any time to think about it, and by the time I had thought about it, he was gone." She blurted.
Tommy shot her a frown; he didn't want to sound like the bad guy in this movie.
"What happened after you left, Mr. Quincy?"
"Well I dated other people. Around a year before I came back to Toronto I started to date Joanne Kent, the producer of my solo album. She came back with me toG Majorto finish working on Frozen and for the relationship."
"How did you feel whenhe came back, Ms. Harrison?" Geneva leaned forward with a spark of interest in her eyes.
"Well," Jude bit her lip. Sorry Tommy, she thought. "I was mixed up. I was angry because he thought he could just come back into my life after two years. Then I was happy because I really missed him and I would get to work with him. I also kind of hoped for something more, but then I found out about Joanne."
Tommy gave her a guilty glance and squeezed her hand.
"What happened when you got engaged to Ms. Kent, Mr. Quincy?" Geneva growled.
"Well, I-" Tommy began to talk, but Jude interrupted him.
"Tommy talked to me about it and told me he didn't want to marry her. The next day when I saw the wedding ring I was furious."
"I was confused." He shrugged helplessly.
"What about your relationship with Damien Fletcher?"
Jude looked blankly at Geneva. She never even knew that the public had gotten a word on their relationship. "On Christmas Eve I was upset, he comforted me, and we hooked up."
"I also broke off the engagement with Joanne on Christmas Eve when I told her about my feelings for Jude. Joanne got angry and stormed out of the room. Jude just happened to be outside the room and she got knocked out by the door." Tommy chuckled slightly.
"I broke my nose and woke up on Christmas in my apartment." She too laughed lightly.
"I gave her a little Boyz Attack performance." He added.
"And then we kissed for the second time."
"What kind of conflict did this cause with Mr. Fletcher?" Geneva was practically clawing at them. Her assistant was writing so fast that Jude was surprised the table didn't burst into flames.
"I didn't tell him, but he caught on. We're still friends, but we broke up about a month later."
"Did this ignite your relationship together?"
"Not exactly." Tommy laughed awkwardly. "Jude blamed it on me, we were at odds and we barely talked. So when Darius offered me a spot in California with triple the pay I get here, I accepted."
Geneva nodded and let the writer catch up. "So why didn't you leave, then?"
"Well you must have seen to new report." He turned to look at Jude. "She came after me."
Jude blushed slightly. "He wrote me Perfect Chemistry. When I heard it I had to get him. I knew we were meant to be together all along."
"So here you are?"
"Here we are." Tommy grinned. He rubbed Jude's hand tenderly with his thumb.
"Well, thank you. That's all for now. We'll set up another meeting in about a week or so." The all shook hands and Tommy and Jude departed to go listen on how Jude's new single was coming along.
"I wonder if they'll use Full Throttle for the movie?" Jude wondered out loud.
Tommy shrugged. "It's quite the, uh, song."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He shook his head. "It's just a little suggestive is all."
"And you're objecting to such suggestions?" Jude grinned and stopped him in front of Studio A.
Tommy chuckled and kissed her softly. "Not at all."
"Jude, come on and listen to your song." Spiederman poked his head out of the door and peered over at the embraced couple. "You can freeway love later." He stuck his tongue out and retreated back into the studio.
Jude caught Spiederman before he had a chance to hide. "Make fun of my song, will you?" She smacked him.
"Yes, I will." He grinned and dodged away from her clawing hand.
"Well then I guess I have no choice but to make fun of your-" Jude plunged into his pants and pulled up batman-printed boxers, "Batwear."
Spiederman turned a fluorescent red. "Those were a gift."
Tommy rolled his eyes. He sat in the producer's and Jude slid into his lap. "Let's hear it, Kwest."
Kwest nodded and switched the settings on the soundboard so that the entire room could hear the music being played. A small smile danced on Vincent's lips as the song began to play. It was loud and fast. Throughout the song Spiederman had added soft 'Oooooh's in the background; Jude couldn't help but laugh.
As the song started to fade, it was cut short and the lights began to flicker. Darkness overwhelmed the room and sharp breaths were heard all around.
"What's going on?" Jude stood up and peered through the thick dark to see her friends completely confused as well.
"I don't know." Tommy got up as well and took Jude by the waist.
Spiederman walked over to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Tommy moaned.
"Darius and his damn technology." He spat, grabbing the handle himself and trying to rip it out of its socket.
"What? Why won't the door open?" Jude bit her lip.
"Darius got new doors just a few weeks ago. They open only to the touch of G Major staffand artists." Tommy still pried at the doorknob.
Jude placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I guess we'll just have to wait it out."
They all settled in comfortable positions around the room; Tommy sat on the ground against the wall with Jude lying down and her head in his lap, Kwest lounged in his regular chair, and Spiederman sat on the soundboard.
"Where's Kyle and Wally?" Jude suddenly broke the silence.
"Oh," Spiederman seemed to ponder this for a second, "They're out getting teriyaki."
"Lucky…" Jude murmured just as her stomach chose to erupt in aloud growl.
Tommy chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair. "Hungry?"
"Starving." She sighed.
"I've got some jelly beans." Jude peered at Kwest's silhouette as he spoke. She could tell, without even seeing it, that he was grinning.
"You are so five years old." She mocked him.
"Fine, if you don't want any…" The sound of lips smacking echoed throughout the dark studio.
"Alright, alright." Jude sighed. "Toss me some."
"All gone." Kwest chuckled softly.
"What!" Jude was about to jump up when Tommy placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Maybe you should think before you mock The Kwest."
"Well maybe 'The Kwest' should share his jelly beans to his starving artist."
"Maybe Jude and The Kwest can stop bickering like two year olds." Spiederman suddenly snapped from the corner of the room.
Jude raised her brows. "What's up with you?"
"Nothing…" He mumbled.
"C'mon Vincent," She new that the use of his first name would get him, "Tell Old Mama Jude what's going on."
Jude's head vibrated with Tommy's husky laughing.
"I'm missing a date, that's all." He spoke quickly, like one of the guys reading the company policies after its commercial.
"A date with whom?" Jude was getting curious. Vincent is dating now?
"Well uh it's…" He mumbled the last part of his sentence so no one could hear him. Even though no one could really see his face, everyone knew Spiederman was blushing hard. Jude was going to ask him to repeat, but something interrupted her.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Everyone must have jumped two feet into the air.
"You guys alright?" A booming voice from outside called.
"What's going on, D?" Tommy asked loudly.
"Well, my genius assistant decided to take your playwrights on a tour of G Major, leaving every single light and soundboard on. We're having a power shortage, but the electrician should be able to start up the power in no less than a half an hour." Darius lighted up the room briefly with a flashlight that shinedthrough the window.
"Alright, we're fine. Don't worry about it." Tommy called; he was very complacent with Jude just laying here in his lap.
Silence enveloped the room once again as Darius walked away. It must have been fifteen minutes before Jude drifted off to sleep.
A sudden crashing made Jude spring to life. The room was still pitch black and everyone else seemed to still be sleeping. She grappled for Tommy's wristwatch and struggled to read the time.
"Seven…" Jude whispered and then thought. We've been in here for almost four hours.
The loud crash erupted once more and Jude jumped again. She stood up and walked over to the window between the studio and the lobby. Her face was practically plastered to the window when somebody else's face smashed into the other side of the window directly in front of Jude's, producing the same crashing sound that she had heard before.
Jude let out a deafening scream, and the face was gone. As quick as a flash, Tommy was standing right beside her.
"What's wrong?" He tucked his hand around hers.
"N-nothing…" Jude turned around and wrapped her arms around Tommy's neck. "Nothing."
