Disclainer: I do not own Instant Star, or the characters from Instant Star. The journal is from Barnes and Noble, which I do not own. The guitars are Fender's and I do not own those either. I own Jay. And the song.

Chapter Two: A Present from The Past

5 Years later…

I can't believe it.

"Really!"

"Yea, all for you girl."

"Tommy?"

"Jude? Who's Tommy?" I shake my head to get rid of those thoughts.

"No one, Jay. Just… an old friend." I said.

"Ok, go get ready. Those tickets are only good for tonight. We need to leave in an hour."

"Ok!" I ran up the stairs. Jay had gotten us tickets to go and see a new band perform. This is their first stop on their first tour, and I was going to go! We had front row seats too! I threw on a pair of jeans, and a crimson tank top. I flew down the stairs, and almost ran over Jay.

"You ready?"

"Yea!" So, we were gonna get there early… Okay, really early… But who cares?

We got into Jay's Pilot, and off we were. Onto the tollway, to Chicago!

We got there, and didn't have to wait in line. We were walking to our seats when Jay took out another surprise. Backstage passes! I squealed! Jay covered his ears.

"Girl, you are going to be the deaf of me." He says, and starts laughing. I stand there staring at him.

"I don't know you." I walk towards the back stage. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Look, Jay, you're joke wasn't funny-"

"Jude?" This is soo not Jay. This guy has a slightly deeper voice, with familiar smelling cologne, blue-eyes, and the messed-up hair…

Aw shit.

"Umm… Hey! How are you?" I say, trying to back away. But it wasn't even worth trying. He has a pretty good hold over me. Then I remembered, I was here because of him. I slapped him. He looked shocked, holding his now red cheek. He he he, that felt good.

"What was that for!"

"Leaving me, not telling me why, Ring any bells, Quincy, cuz I sure as hell ain't gonna explain it to you!" I go to walk away, when Tommy grabs my wrist.

"Jude, you don't understand-"

"How could I've understood, you didn't say a word! Make me understand Quincy. How you couldn't tell me, call me; even send me a fucking letter! I mean I wanted to hea-" I was rudely interrupted by Tommy kissing me. I remember the good ol' days for a minute, and then remember what a jerk he is. I pull away.

"What gives you the right to pull this crap on me? Huh?" I ask getting in his face about. He looked away. "That's right. Now, what the hell are you doing here?" He gave me another shocked look.

"Have you not been reading the tabloids?" I shook my head. "I just released my solo album. I'm on tour." I froze. I could hear Jay coming towards us.

"I have to go."

"Jude, please don't go. Don't let me lose you again. Can we at least meet before I leave?"

"Yea." I scribbled down my address on a post-it note, and handed it to him. "Just come here, anytime you feel like it. And that's my new cell number too, so give me a call Quincy. Have a good time!" And then I walk away.

Good lord, this was just the worst timing ever for this to happen.

I was starting too really like Jay, now one look at 'Little Tommy Q,' I'm falling for him again. I couldn't be… Could I?

I shook my head. Come on Jude. You're stronger than this! He left first!

Jay was waiting for me at the entrance to the backstage, saying we should get to our seats.

I nodded, not really paying attention, just thinking about what had just occurred.

Everyone started screaming, and Tommy waltzes out on stage like he owns the place. I smile. Tommy seems to search the crowd for someone. His eyes lock with mine.

"How's it going, Chicago!" He said into the microphone. "Here's a new one I wanted to share with you guys!" He nodded to the band. A sweet, slow acoustic melody fills my ears.

You gave me the impression,

That we were just friends,

Just listen to my confession,

That I'll love you to the end…

Listen to my confession,

I need to get this out,

Please listen to my confession,

You need to know what this is all about…

Cuz I'd walk a million miles,

Just to see you smile,

I'd follow you to the edge of the world,

Just to call you my girl,

I'd happily fight off a million men,

Just to see your face again,

I'd jump into the ocean,

Just to show you my devotion…

Just give me a second chance,

To prove that I'm your man,

I won't mess it up this time…

Cuz forever you're mine…

Thinking of you,

Day and night,

This feeling I have,

Just feels right,

Together we'll stand and face what ever the world throws at us,

Together we'll be fearless,

Together will be the right way to walk through life,

Together you make my world come to life…

My world was just black and white,

Until you walked in,

With your red hair and your blue eyes,

I couldn't help but give in…

Cuz I'd walk a million miles,

Just to see you smile,

I'd follow you to the edge of the world,

Just to call you my girl,

I'd happily fight off a million men,

Just to see your face again,

I'd jump into the ocean,

Just to show you my devotion…

Just give me a second chance,

To prove that I'm your man,

I won't mess it up this time…

Cuz forever you're mine…

Losing myself in you,

Whatever we have should be true,

I can't stand life without you by my side,

But you left me behind…

Cuz I'd walk a million miles,

Just to see you smile,

I'd follow you to the edge of the world,

Just to call you my girl,

I'd happily fight off a million men,

Just to see your face again,

I'd jump into the ocean,

Just to show you my devotion…

Just give me a second chance,

To prove that I'm your man,

I won't mess it up this time…

Cuz forever you're mine…

Forever you're mine…

Forever I'm yours…

Just let me stay with you…

I can't live with out you anymore…

Everyone clapped. I had tears in my eyes. The other songs couldn't even compare to this. I'll have to buy his CD. So, Jay drove me home afterwards, and I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts, that I forgot to say goodbye. But I didn't notice. I unlocked my door, and got in the shower first. It cleared my mind to have the hot water pouring down on my stressed muscles.

I just needed time to think. To clear my head of these cluttered thoughts… And pick up that old guitar of mine. And get a new one. And a new journal. The emotions I was feeling were overwhelming. I got out of the shower, put on my pajamas, and fell asleep the instant my head hit the pillow.

I woke up early the next morning. I was out of the house at 9:30. Early for me.

First stop was the Music Store. I needed an acoustic and an electric guitar. And cases for each of them, picks, strings, an amp, straps, and whatever else I needed.

I walked around the store for awhile. I couldn't find the guitar that stood out. I turned the corner, and saw the perfect guitar. It was electric, and it was on sale! I walked over to it, and checked it out. It was awesome. It was a Fender '62 Jaguar. This was the guitar that Kurt Cobain and Nirvana had! I had to get this guitar. It even came with a case.

"So, you would like to buy this guitar?" A voice said from behind me.

It was the manager.

"Yes, I would."

"It costs $1999.99. It comes with a case too. I hope you know that."

"I know, I can read the price tag."

"That's nice to know."

"Can you hold this at the front; I'm still looking for other items."

"Of course. Which color would you like?"

"What colors are there?"

"3-Color Sunburst, Olympic White, Black, Ocean Turquoise, Surf Green, and Ice-Blue Metallic."

"3-Color Sunburst, and can I get extra strings and picks for it?"

"Sure. Just call for Jason when you find what else you are looking for."

"Thank you I will."

I walked over to where there were acoustic guitars. I walked up and down the aisles, until I saw an acoustic that shouted out to me. I walked over to it. It was a Fender Acoustic CD-60. It was the acoustic I had wanted since I saw it on the internet when I was 12. I had to get this one too. I saw a different worker and asked him to go get Jason for me. I waited a few minutes until I saw Jason coming.

"I'd like this guitar too."

"Ok, it will be $285.70. With the same colors as the other guitar."

"Black please, and with the extras like the other guitar."

"Ok, miss. Is that all?"

"What amp would you suggest?"

"A Hot Rod Deluxe. It's very efficient."

"Yes, that too please. And hard cases and gig bags for each guitar."

"Will that be all?"

"Yes sir."

"Then please follow me to the register. Kurt, please get the cases and amp for Ms.?" He looks at me.

"Harrison."

"Ms. Harrison."

"Yes sir." Kurt said and walked into the backroom. I followed Jason to the register, and Kurt was already there, with the other items. He rang up all my items, and the total came up to: $3469.81, tax included. I pulled out my wallet, and handed him a credit card. He finished it up, and told Kurt to help me with my purchases. We loaded them into my car, and I drove back home to put it away. I then drove back put to a bookstore. I needed a new journal. So I went to the local Barnes and Noble, and walked over to the journals. There were a lot of them too. I strolled around, and was just looking until I saw this one black journal. It was a Black Leather Traveler's Journal. It was really cool! I fell in love with it right when I picked it up. The soft leather and the thick pages… This was my journal. I walked over to the register and paid for it.

By the time I got home, I was still tired, so I changed into my pajamas, and fell asleep once more.

I woke up to a banging on my door. I clumsily get out of bed, and answer it.

"Tommy?" I yawned.

"Jude? Look, we need to talk."

"Can we do this later? I'm tired right now."

"But it is really important and you need to know."

"Come in, then." I open the door and walk away to the kitchen. I needed my morning, I mean afternoon coffee. I heard the door close while I was bustling around in the kitchen. I heard strumming coming from the living room. I finished my coffee, and walked into the living room holding two cups. I still remember how Tommy drinks his coffee. Black. Ew…

Anyhoo, I come into the living room, and he's strumming my new acoustic guitar. A familiar tune too.

Shit. I almost drop the coffee cups, but I don't. I gasp though. The tune stops, and Tommy puts down the guitar.

"Sorry, that's my favorite acoustic." He says, with a grin.

"Here," I say, and I hand him the coffee cup. So we sit there, drinking coffee, and silence. He finishes his coffee first, and is looking at me, and humming.

"Tommy, please stop. I really don't like that song anymore." I say. Tommy gives me a hurt look. I was "our" song. Time To Be Your 21, good times, good times.

"You wanted to talk," I say, as I out down my coffee cup.

"Yea…" It's quiet for awhile.

"So… talk."

"I'm trying. It's… hard."

"Why?"

"Look… It all started out…"

End Chapter Two

A/N: He he he… 2,047 words. You should be proud of me. My longest chapter! Review and I'll update faster! Laterz!