A.N - Haha. Adam Sandler on the Movie Awards. Sorry, watching it now. We're a day behind here in Great Britain.

Season Four starts tonight (for you guys). Anyone with a website I could use ... I'd appreciate it. (:

Hope you like this anyway.

Two

There you were and the floor was empty,
You and him getting more than friendly.
It was just a kiss,
But I could see you meant it.
- Go:Audio

She pushed him away angrily.

"And just what the hell was that?" Jude demanded, trying not to let him see how much she'd liked it.

"I believe, Harrison," Tommy spoke cockily, moving back towards Jude to take her in his arms again. "That it's called a kiss."

"I know what a kiss is," she scoffed, turning her back to him and trying to figure out an escape route. Of which there were many, of course, they were in the lobby. It was just a matter of getting away before he figured out the plan.

Being trapped with Tom Quincy was never good. Particularly when all you wanted to do was kiss him.

"Jude," Tommy sighed. "Is there something that repulsive about me, that you can't stand to kiss me?"

"Of course!"

Tommy chuckled.

"Fine, go." He relented, stepping aside and leaning against the wall. Jude wasted no time in making her escape. "I'll see you tomorrow."

She froze on her way out.

"Tomorrow?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Did you not listen to D, Jude?"

She shook her head silently, fearing the worst.

"Interviews, cover shoots." He winked. "First one's tomorrow."

Jude swore silently and shut her eyes.

"Sure," she ground out. "See you then."

She'd spent the night penning her frustrations into a song, as she always did whenever she needed to get something off her chest.

Jamie had glanced out of his window and noticed that Jude's light was on - which meant that she was upset. He climbed in through her window just as she was in the middle of writing the second verse. The screwed up pieces of paper littering the bedroom floor and falling out of the wastepaper basket indicated that the current song in her notepad was by no means the first attempt.

She sighed, put down her pen and leaned against her bed, resting her head on Jamie's legs.

"Who else?"

"Ah," he nodded, knowingly. "Little Tommy Q." Jude nodded. "What happened?"

"Darius Mills."

Jude elaborated, explaining to Jamie the whole story.

"And now," she finished, gesturing wildly as she got more and more into her story. "Tomorrow, I have to do a photo shoot with him. Preceding an interview."

Of course, she left out the fact that she and Tommy had engaged in a serious game of tonsil hockey.

"Well, you know what to do, don't you Jude?"

At her blank look, Jamie rolled his eyes and expanded his statement.

"Write a killer song, release it and kick Tommy's ass in the charts."

Jude laughed and jumped up on the bed with Jamie, mussing up his hair.

"Of course," she squeezed his arm lightly. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Oh, easy mistake," he bragged. "You're the singer superstar, I'm the brains."

She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, of course, that must be it."

Their laughter lasted until the early hours of the morning when, finally, Jude fell asleep in her best friend's arms.

"Morning, Tommy."

He grunted in response and pushed his sunglasses further up his nose.

He couldn't sleep last night, kept awake with the thoughts of Jude's kiss – the way that her lips had swollen with the fury of his kiss and her hair, messy from his hands wandering through it.

This attraction was going to ruin his career. She was young – too young.

Tommy shook his head and collapsed in his hair and make-up chair.

"You have to take off those glasses, you know." Kwest told him.

His response was to lower the shades and let Kwest see the red eyes his sleepless night had caused.

"Woah," he backed away. "Maybe we can talk to someone about leaving them on – to go with your bad boy image."

"You think?"

Kwest nodded and left to talk to the artistic director of the shoot about the look he wanted to give.

"I can't believe I'm doing Tommy Quincy's hair."

He smirked at the attention the young make-up artist was giving him, but said nothing, head too wrapped up with thoughts of his opposition.

Tommy wished that she was here with him – he was desperate to see her.

As it was, the only chance he did get to see her was on the actual shoot.

She looked gorgeous. Her red hair had been stylishly mussed sexily whilst her eyes had been rimmed with black, creating a smoky effect. Her plump lips were painted red and looked more tempting then ever.

Her red guitar was slung across her body, barely grazing the end of her short skirt and her long tanned legs.

"So nice of you to finally join us," her voice commented sardonically.

"You know me," he held out his arms to his side and smirked when he caught her dragging her eyes away from his leather pant encased legs. "I like to make an entrance."

She rolled her eyes and turned her back on him, turning towards the young photographer who was focusing on Jude more than Tommy liked.

To make a point, Tommy walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, posing for the camera whilst simultaneously staking his claim.

"What are you doing?" Jude hissed through a pout.

"Posing."

Everybody loved it, of course. They thought it was a great way of showing their rivalry – by acting like they were a couple.

"Would you stop it, please?" Jude turned to face him and Tommy took the opportunity to pull her closer to him.

"Beautiful!"

The photographer's comments weren't helping her arguments for making him get his hands off of her.

"Play it up," he spoke softly in her ear. "After this, we have to go back to hating each other."

"Good."

Tommy laughed and only stepped away from Jude when the photographer called a wrap.

"What was all that about?"

Jude took the time when the crew around her were busy packing away their equipment to scold her rival.

"That sold copies," he told her matter-of-factly. "And Darius will be happy."

She stared at him incredulously.

"You're all for publicity, aren't you?"

He shrugged.

"Aren't you?"

She shook her head and barged past him.

"No," she called her parting words over her shoulder. "It may surprise you to learn that I'm actually about the music."

The door to her dressing room barged open angrily before slamming behind the intruder, who locked it.

"Hey!" She shouted. "Do you mind?"

Tommy said nothing, just stalked towards her silently and took her face in his hands before kissing her.

"We've got to stop doing this." She gasped, pulling her head away for air.

"Don't care," was his eloquent response.

"Mmm, me neither."

He separated from her lips and smiled at her dazzlingly.

"Good."

He caught her lips again in another kiss as her body was pushed against the door with Tommy pinning her there with his own.

This whole kissing thing was getting to be a regular occurrence.

But Jude sure wasn't complaining.