a/n: So I have a HUGE treat for ya'll. I've got the Perfect Chemistry mp3 up on the Internet. Only, I won't be putting up the link until I know you really want it :) I don't know… maybe 50 reviews?

Who was the mystery face? Well if I told you, it'd ruin the surprise!

Also, I think I'm gonna write another part of this series after this… Three is probably going to be my limit, though. I don't want to make it unrealistic. Most of the material I use is stuff that's happened to me in real life- that way I know it's not too far-fetched :P

And for everyone that doesn't know, Lacey Chabert played Gretchen Wieners in Mean Girls.

This chapter has some fluff in it that is borderline M-ratings. So just be fairly warned, because I'm not going to change the rating of this fiction from T to M.


About another hour later power was restored and the group of four finally made it out of the cramped studio. Jude couldn't fall asleep again, but Tommy, Kwest, and Spiederman were dozing the entire time.

"I thought you said about thirty minutes?" Jude walked over to Darius with a firm growl and a hand on her jutted-out hip.

"Somebody cut the wires too. Even ifthe electricianhad fixed the power shortage on time, he still needed to get some new wires." Darius waved off a secretary that had been talking to him.

Jude glanced around; Tommy was chatting with Kwest, Spied, Kyle, and Wally were playing napkin basketball, and everybody else seemed to be busying themselves by catching up to the five hours of lost power.

Jude spoke to Darius cautiously. "Uhm… did you notice anyone wandering around the studio when the power was out?"

He quirked a brow at her. "No, why?"

"I just thought I saw someone is all." She shrugged, putting on a fake mask of carelessness.

"If the power wasn't out we could check the security tapes." He mused.

Jude forced a small smile. "Thanks anyway, Darius." He nodded.

Suddenly a flurry of blonde hair rushed by Jude. She spun around and watched as Sadie stormed through the lobby of G Major. "Hey, Sadie!"

Her sister stopped and turned around with a slightly peeved look on her face. "Hey, Jude, I'm kind of in a hurry…" She craned her neck and looked behind her. "Have you seen Vin?"

"Spied?" Jude suddenly grinned. "You were his hot date!"

Sadie grimaced and laughed sourly. "Not exactly."

"Well then?" Jude still smiled at her sister as she waited for an answer.

Sadie shrugged. "He offered me twenty bucks if I would go out with him for a night and show off the paparazzi. He's trying to make some girl jealous or something, I don't know."

"Twenty bucks?" Jude snorted. "I thought you'd be more expensive than that, Sades."

Sadie rolled her eyes. "Well you know, he isn't that bad looking. Besides, I bet some of my sorority sisters fifty bucks that I would be in at least two tabloid magazines on Monday." She harrumphed loudly. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

"Go out now, it's only…" Jude looked at one the digital clocks hanging on the wall. "Four thirty?" Her eyebrows lifted curiously.

"It's eight thirty, Jude." Sadie pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and flashed the time.

"I guess they haven't exactly reset the clocks yet." Jude mumbled.

"Sadie!" Vincent Spiederman appeared, reeling around the corner of an outcast hallway.

"Ugh, I was waiting for hours!" She spat at him. "You could have at least called!"

"I couldn't. We were alllocked up and I didn't have my cell phone." He stopped beside her and panted. "Besides, the night is young! We can still go out for a couple hours." Spied winked and looped his arm with hers.

Sadie rolled her eyes at him. "Alright, lets go."

Jude laughed and waved as they walked out. "You two have fun. And bring her home by midnight, Vincent!"

"Sadie's dating Spiederman?" Tommy appeared beside Jude with a curious look on his face.

"Jealous?" Jude raised her eyebrows at him.

"Not at all." He shrugged. "You need a ride home?"

Jude nodded. "Yeah."

Tommy and Jude left G Major hand in hand. As they exited Jude swore she saw someone running across the street and into the foliage, but she shook it off.

When Tommy pulled up to Jude's apartment, he didn't get out and open her door for her like he usually did. Instead he grabbed Jude's hand and squeezed it tightly. He had been thinking a lot lately. It was almost two months since they officially started dating. He really cared about Jude and he wanted to show her, but how?

"Uhm… Tommy?" Jude cocked her head to one side as she pulled him out of his trance.

"What? Yeah?" Tommy licked his lips carefully; was he really ready to make this step? "Uh, what about going out to dinner tomorrow night?" Obviously not.

"Sure." Jude leaned over and kissed him tenderly. "Goodnight, Tom." She unbuckled and got out.

"Goodnight." He muttered, but before Jude could shut the door he called out once more. "I love you, Jude."

Warmth spread throughout her body. "I love you too."

The next week G Major basically covered all the preparations of shooting the movie. Damien, Kwest, Sadie, and SME all got parts as themselves. Darius, naturally, was too busy and had to decline the offer, so there was somebody else playing him. A rumor was going around that Joanne was going to be played by Eva Longoria. Besides the fact that Eva Longoria looked nothing like Joanne, Jude highly doubted that the movie was big enough for someone like her to play in it.

It was Friday night with clear skies and a cool breeze. Jude, Tommy, and everyone else that had a part in the movie were all sitting around a large table at Rolling Tape, the company that was producing the movie, headquarters. Lacey Chabert, the actual actress playing Joanne, was being eyed from everyone; if it wasn't the guys checking her out, it was people giving her suspicious glances. Everyone, even Darius, held a script to the movie.

Geneva sat at one end of the oval. "The flight to New York will leave tomorrow morning at ten. Limos will pick everybody up at their house any time from six to eight, so be ready."

"I've booked four hotel suites." Darius spoke from the other end. "Jude and Sadie will share a room; Tom and Kwest will share a room; Kyle, Wally, and Vincent will all share a room; and Ms. Chabert will have her own room."

Jude glanced across the table at Tommy. I wonder if Kwest will trade.

"We're going to start script rehearsals on Monday. That gives you Saturday to get settled and Sunday to explore the city." Geneva's red nails tapped the tabletop as she informed the group.

"You all know that I opened a G Major in New York City last year." Darius oozed cockiness. "You'll be there every couple of days working on the movie soundtrack."

"Inside your scripts are instructions to the production building. There's also a schedule of limos, studio time, script rehearsals, meetings, shooting, and free time. You're to follow the schedule to the minute." Her tone was terrifying. Well, to Jude at least.

"I can't be with you in New York, but Portia will be. She and Geneva will be your go-to-guys. Well, Go-to-girls." Darius grinned.

Tommy seemed to be spacing out; his arms were folded across his chest and his head was tilted back; he felt like a grade school student be scolded.

"Well, I think I should probably get to bed soon. Tom?" Jude stood up waited for him to answer.

Tommy broke his trance and looked over at her with a grateful smile. "Yeah, we should probably get going."

"See you guys tomorrow." Jude waved and waited for Tommy to walk over to her. They left with a quick-paced walk.

"That was torture." Tommy exhaled once they got into his Cobra. "You think they could be any more like my mother?"

Jude quirked a brow at him. "I've never met your mother."

"Ma mere," He said knowingly, "Lives in France. I doubt you'll meet her any time soon."

A curious grin overtook her face. "Well maybe you should take me this summer."

"Maybe if I had the time or money." He sighed, squeezing her hand.

"Tommy, watch the road!" Jude squealed as Tommy swerved into the safety of the next lane.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"Hey," This time she gave him the reassuring handhold, "If the movie does well, then we'll get off for a while. And we'll both get paid to the neck."

"But then we'll have an infinite amount of interviews, photo shoots, release parties, etcetera, etcetera." Tommy gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"At leastwe will be together." Jude was trying to be supportive, but Tommy was shooting her plane down every time.

"Yeah." He sighed heavily.

Once they reached Jude's house, Tommy followed her into her apartment. He picked up two of Jude's suitcases and motioned for her to follow suite.

"Uhm, Tommy?" She obliged in confusion. "What exactly are we doing?"

"Well I figured it would be easier for the limo to just pick us both up at my house in the morning." Tommy said casually.

Jude surveyed him with a small smile. "All right, makes sense, Quincy."

They both put Jude's luggage in the back of the Cobra and settled in the front seats.

"So watcha making me for dinner?" Jude asked with a sly grin.

"Cereal." Tommy said simply. He was having a hard time keeping a straight face.

"Corn pops or apple jacks?" She asked him seriously.

"Fruit loops."

"Damn." Jude grimaced.

"If you ask nicely I may be able to fix you up some chicken fettuccini." Tommy looked over at Jude with a grin at the first stoplight he hit.

She returned his gaze with doubt. "Maybe I rather have the fruit loops…"

Tommy gave a fake offended feign. "Well now I know I'll never have to cook for you again."

Jude pumped her first in the air. "Yessssssss."

Tommy chuckled. "I didn't think I was that bad at cooking."

Jude grinned and took one of his hands; he could drive well with one hand anyways. "I was kidding. I would love your chicken fettuccini."

"Well I don't know…" He quickly shot her a pair of puppy dog eyes.

"Pleeease." Jude begged.

"Alright, alright. If you want it that badly." They both laughed at the innuendo.

Jude felt nausea rush over her. Oh my god. I'm spending the night at Tommy's for the first time. Will he want to…you know…Ugh. What if I don't meet par? What if he's expecting more?

Silence filled the rest of the ride to Tommy's condo. It wasn't very private, but he had got it on short notice after selling his other condo when he thought he was going back to California.

"Are you ok, Jude?" He asked as he pulled into the parking garage.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She answered casually.

Tommy shrugged and figured she'd open up when she was ready. They both lugged Jude's suitcases up three floors and into Tommy's condo. It was an average-sized black and blue-clad living space. The carpet, walls, and ceiling were all black. All the furniture was blue with white embroidery and the wooden furniture was painted navy with white trim.

The entrance was the living room. Connected to the right was an open kitchen, and a hallway sat on the left. "Very stylish." Jude commented. They placed her luggage next to the door.

"I better get cooking." Tommy walked into the kitchen and started to pull out pots and pans. "It's almost nine and bedtime is at ten, young lady."

"And if I refuse, are you going to punish me?" Jude slid onto the kitchen counter with seducing movements.

"I might have to anyways." Tommy said huskily. He placed his hands on Jude's hips and pulled her into a short, but deep, kiss. "After I make dinner.

She pouted. "Can I go check out the rest of your crib?"

Tommy nodded as he started to get things out of his pantry and fridge.

Jude smiled wickedly and leapt off the countertop. She practically ran down the hallways to find three doors: one at the end of the hall, and two on each side. She decided to try the right door first.

The turned, crystalline doorknob revealed a large bathroom. There was a shower with glass walls that was big enough to fit at least five people in it, a bathtub with jets, a cabinet, and a crystalline sink. The tile was terracotta and made everything look very soft. "Damn, richness." Jude whispered as she left the bathroom.

The next room, the one on the left side of the hall, was far less impressive. It was about as large as the bathroom, but was an entire bedroom complete with closet, vanity, TV, and bed. The furniture was wooden and the materials were off-white. It looked like Jude's parent's bedroom from before the divorce.

Jude walked back into the hall and stared at the final destination. The last doorway seemed a little bit more intimidating, but she couldn't quite figure out why. Slowly at first, Jude opened door with baited breath.

"Nice." Jude hissed as she let her air out. It was somewhere in-between fancy and plain-Jane. There was an advanced stereo system and speakers in every upper corner of the room. One entire wall was made into a shelf; but instead of books on the shelf, there were CDs. Everything else in the room was normal: blue bed set, off-white carpeting, black curtains, and a walk-in closet.

Jude found the main piece of the stereo system next to the bed. She went through the CD shelf and retrieved an old Tegan and Sara album.

"I never thought Tommy was much of an Indie fan." She muttered to herself as she put the disc into the player. The sound was magnificent; it was like a live concert, only without the off-key voices and chord mishaps. After the CD was finished Jude repeated the process with countless amounts of albums.

A soft tap on the door interrupted Jude when she was zoning out to Boxcar Racer.

"Dinner is ready." Tommy said softly, sitting down on the bed next to Jude.

"You've got so many." She sat up and motioned towards his collection of albums. "How'd you get so many?"

"Years and years of living nothing but music." Tommy said with a nod.

"I've lived music all my life, and I have like one fifth as much as this." She said quietly.

"Well we can share." He smiled.

Jude nodded and kissed him gently. Like natural reactivity, Tommy's arm went around Jude's waist and he pulled her into him. She didn't object. Quite the contrary, Jude wrapped her arms around his neck and let her passion fly. She had been nervous before, but now everything seemed to be coming to her naturally.

Tommy slowly laid Jude down onto the soft pillows so neatly put into place. The smell of cleaner invaded their embrace. He pulled away from her mouth and began trailing soft kisses down Jude's neck.

"You've been smoking." Jude questioned timidly as she inhaled the scent of Marlboro.

"Not anymore." He sighed, kissing her rather roughly, then softening it up a bit. Again his mouth made its way down to her chest.

Having her collarbones traced with his moist lips, Jude moaned quietly. Her hands immediately went under Tommy's shirt to feel his taught back muscles. His skin burned into her fingers so she began to tug on his shirt. They parted briefly and the cotton T found its place on the creamy-colored floor.

Tommy's hands, veering off of Jude's hips, slipped under her blouse and carefully ran up her stomach. Before Jude was shirtless, Tommy had to pull away.

"Are you sure you want this?" He breathed against the part of her neck just below her ear.

"Yes." Jude gasped nimbly.

The aroma of cigarettes, Italian cuisine, and detergent gradually faded as Jude and Tommy made love for the first time.