I got Seven replies. To me, that's pretty damn good. I didn't think this story would hit off. Honestly, I figured I would post it, get crap replies (or none), call it a one shot, and move onto something else. Thanks for replying, those who did.
jackjackio: I'm not sure which part confused you, but I attempted to fix the problem in this update. I appreciate the constructive criticism though. It's cool to read on what you all have to say would improve my writing.
IntoYou14: This fic is most definately a Jommy. It just moves a little slow. Bear (Is that the right "bear"?) with me.
And I'm having major brain tweeks. Is Latin the same as Spanish? I am also not sure if washing machines have "spin cycles." You'll get what I'm saying once you've read the update.
ALSO, the whole italicized singing from Tommy is ment to be like in the background sort-ish.
Now, the song I used in this chapter is one by Tyler Hilton. I was looking up the lyrics to it on some site and noticed above his name was Paris Hilton. I was like, "What the hell?" So, I did some research, and listened to her "Stars Have Eyes" or "Star are Blind" whatever song and my ears BLED. I'm just playing, but no. It was awful. No offense to any Paris lovers out there. She should seriously stick to being an insanely rich superstar. Has anyone listened to this? It sounded as if she was trying to be a mix of Gwen and Britney. I was seriously flabbergasted. Listen to me rant...
Speaking of ranting, before you read the actual story, I'm going to tell you a story. There's this girl, right? And she was laying in her bed the other night and her friend was laying on the floor. OK? And the girl says, "What would you do if a man walked stalkerly slow by my window?" And the friend says, "I would be glad I'm not the one close to the window." So, the girl lays in her bed for a minute, thinking. Then she says, "What if they stopped and looked in?" And her friend says, "I would stay very still." The girl continues to lay there, thinking, before she says, "Ok! Now, I am freaking myself out." Then, all of a sudden this bright, BRIGHT, light shines in threw the girls window. The girl sits up like 579230436509256290376 seconds fast, jumps out of her bed, runs down the hall, through the kitchen, out of the garage, and into a stack of inflatable swimming rings.
If you havn't caught on by now, the no name chick is me.
Disclaimer: I do not own the song "Glad" by Tyler (no relation to Paris) Hilton.
You may now, read on...
The night was not expected to bring anything beneficial. Jude didn't even think it would be the teeniest bit fun. But Jodi had always stuck by her side and gone with her when she needed the assistance. With much persuasive begging on Jodis part, Jude had agreed to accompany her to the Inn. "Do you think he likes Green?" Jodi asked, staring intently at the same two tank tops, only they both happened to be different colors. A smile plastered itself onto Judes lips. "Do you think he even cares for tank tops?" she asked. She watched a shade of horror appear on her friends already pale face.
Jude laughed. "Wear anything you want. Like me." she smiled and motioned to her attire. A pair of faded blue jeans hung loosely but securely on her hips and hugged her small thighs. As for the rest, a simple white T-shirt and flip flops suited her taste of style. "I'm going to pretend you weren't being serious." Jodi walked past her and into the bathroom of the hotel room they shared. She applied some concealer to create a smooth complexion.
"You really like this guy?" Jude asked, standing in the doorway. Jodi grabbed some tissues on her way out of the door. "A little." she said, passing Jude.
The two took had decided that calling for a cab wasn't necessary. The Shilder Inn wasn't to far up the road. The walk only lasted about Five minutes and the girls both agreed it was a good call. Why waste money if you can do it yourself? Once they entered the door, Tommy spotted the Two from the other side of the room. It was a fairly big place considering only small, unknown artists performed there. "You made it." Tommy said, approaching them. "Yep…" Jude said, trying her best to sound excited. "Of course we did." Jodi chimed in.
"I've got a table over there for you waiting." he said, pointing off into the distance. "Would you like anything to drink?" Jude and Jodi exchanged glances. They each knew what the other was saying. "Um, sure. I'll have a club soda." Jodi replied. Tommy then looked at Jude. "I'll have one to." she said.
Once there drinks were handed to them, they ventured over to the table Tommy had told them about and took there seats. "You knew not to get anything alcoholic?" Jodi asked, bouncing up and down in her chair, trying to flatten out the hard leather that adorned it. "You did to?" Jude questioned. The girls both let out small laughs.
"Why, hello ladies." a short, Latin man slid into the extra seat that sat empty across the table. "How are you this evening?" he asked, his eyebrows bobbing up and down. Jude pursed her lips. She couldn't laugh out loud at this man and hurt his feelings. It was usually a big deal whenever she managed to keep her opinions to herself. Considering, she rarely could. Jodi went to say something but then shut her mouth. It seemed she was having the same problem herself. "Please forgive my friend. He is.. How you say.. Not good with the ladies." Jude locked eyes with the man. He was simply charming. Well built, smooth Olive skin (not that Jude had felt it…yet), soft brown eyes, and a very attractive accent. "Are you from around here?" he asked, seemingly tossing his friend aside and taking his seat.
"No." Jude breathed. "And your names?" he continued to question. He was very tall. Much taller than his companion who Jude noted putting the moves onto another woman from the corner of her eye. And he had the whitest teeth which were hidden by the most perfect smile. "Uh.." Jodi coughed. "I'm Jodi and this is my friend Jude." she said. She proceeded to hack some more. "Yes." Jude nodded. This was oddly new. For once, a man had managed to put her at a loss for words. Jodi smiled at the thought. "Oh man. I think I'm going to go get some water. This soda just isn't working for me." she shook her head, her eyes big.
As she got up to leave, she noticed Tommy staring in her direction from the stage. He was talking closely with his band mates. The one thing Jodi would never know is that they weren't discussing her, and Tommy was not concentrating on her every move, but anothers. "Think he's a threat?" Jason whispered. Tommy remained silent, studying the man Jude was so deeply in conversation with. "Nah." he said. "He won't be for long."
The trio finished setting up there equipment on the stage before Tommy permentally took his place in front of the center mic. "Welcome everybody." he said. There was an epitome of applause. Jude looked up.
"This first song, we all co wrote. I hope you like it." he took a step back and nodded. This was obviously done to signal the rest to begin playing. Or it could have been done to get the airy sighs and pensive swoons from all of the young girls in the audience. "Everywhere you go, perfection. Follows you the wrong direction. And you will never see if for, you get all that you need and more…" he crooned. Most of the ladies went wild. Most. For being such a cocky Mr. Right, he did have a pretty good voice Jude couldn't help but think. "You see it, you want it. You find it, it's yours." he continued to sing, glancing out towards everyone watching him.
She took a sip of her drink as she critiqued his performance. Jude rarely went out and not to be to tolerant, she was actually enjoying herself. The man she had met, Romano, was behaving like a perfect gentleman. The music? It had its debates, but vocally it was phenomenal. "But you can't always say what you want or take what you want or choose the moods that you fake when you want. You said your life couldn't get much better…" Tommy grew with intensity then backed down off the notes. "Then where it's at… And aren't you glad?" he hummed smoothly.
"The only One of Five, exception. The child of your pride, deception. And on your list of things to do is make me fall in love with you." he sung powerfully but with softness. He looked over at Jodi by the bar for the slightest minute. He didn't want to give her the wrong idea. Sadly, he knew he already had. "You find one, you want one. Cause I'm one who plays." Tommy strummed his guitar faithfully. From where she sat, Jude had begun to tune him out and focus on Romano. "So, any siblings?" she asked. She could hear Tommys voice fighting to be let in her head. "You can't say what you want or take what you want or choose the moods that you fake when you want. You said your life needed something special. Which you don't have." he continued to project. It felt almost as if he was harshly throwing the words to her. Her life wasn't bland. Was it?
"Oh no. 'Tis just me." Romano replied. "And you, Senorita?" he asked, setting his hand upon hers. There was a small spark hidden in Tommys eye. Not of jealousy, he contemplated. This was the one time he wished his song would end sooner. Three Hundred dollars he told himself. He'd be damned if he wasn't going to get paid because of some preppy pretty boy who used his lack of the English language to ruin everything.
"You can't say what you want or take what you want or rest and wake anyway you want. You said your life couldn't get much better. Well, here I am, and aren't you glad?" Tommy felt like resorting to jumping up and down on the stage as he played and sung. Anything to get that girls mind off of it's current conquest. Jude tried to keep her attention on Romano, but her eyes kept sneaking looks over his shoulder at what lye behind him. "Me? Oh, I have one older sister. Sadie's her name. She can be quite the trip." Jude spoke her words and smiled. "Now you got it bad. I know you do…" he sung effortlessly, his eyes boring into the couple. "Ah, I see." Romano nodded and flashed another toothy grin.
"You can't say what you want or take what you want or choose the moods that you fake when you want. You said your life couldn't get much better. Then where You're at." Tommy vocalized with harmony. In about 3.4 milliseconds, Jude would be leaping onto the table yelling, "Shut up!" She felt a headache coming on fast. "How long are you here for?" she asked Romano. He was staring at her like she had sprouted two noses. "Are you alright?" he ignored her previous question. "And you can't say what you want or take what you want or rest and wake anyway you want. You said your life needed something special. Which you don't have. Well, aren't you glad?" Tommy proceeded to sing, knowing the end of the song was near. "Yes, yes. I'm fine." Jude lied. "How long?" she repeated.
She shut her eyes and squeezed them together really tight, trying to rid her head of all the thoughts that kept spinning around. It was as if her head was like a washing machine. And it was set to ultra heavy spin cycle. "Well, aren't you glad? Well, aren't you glad?" The music began to fade. "Well, aren't you glad?" Tommy finished off with a slow whisper. Jude thanked the heavens it was over. Her brain would have automatically combusted if the sound had continued. It was to loud. She was suddenly very hot, dizzy, and uncomfortable. "About a week or so. But--" Romano began to reply. "I'm sorry. I really, really don't feel well." Jude cut him off and shakily stood. "It's not you. It's me. Just.. Call me." she scribbled down her number on a napkin before running out of the Inn and replenishing in the cold night air. She already felt better.
"My show wear you out that much?" Tommy asked, joining her outside. He heard her whimper and for a moment thought she was crying. "You…" she groaned. Tommy realized she wasn't crying. She just didn't want to see him. But still. Women only cried around him after he had rejected them or broke it off. "Yep. Me." he replied.
Erm, yeah. Was it okie dokie?
