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It's 6:45 in the morning. I don't know what the hell's up with all these early mornings. This is supposed to be a little mini-vacation. It's okay though. I can handle this…I see the waitress coming around with my pancakes.

"This is not happening…just let me wake up God," Jude moans, laying her head on the table. For a good reason, it's never good being on the front of a tabloid, especially with your musical artist and all around "just-a-good-friend."

"It's a good picture…" I smile until she throws me a horror-struck look. It really is a good picture though; we both look…happy? Yeah, happy. Happy describes us perfectly.

"Tommy? How the hell would the paparazzi get a picture this close up?" she asks, staring at the picture of us on the front of Celebrity Fuss.

I have been racking my brain around the same question since my brain became functional. My guess is Miss Stephanie. I should repay her somehow for getting my good side and all.

I shrug. "The picture really isn't that bad Jude…it's definitely not the worse picture the tabloids have ever had of me. Or of you for the matter."

"Hey," she laughs, covering her face with her hands. "I wonder what Jax is going to think."

Maybe he'll break up with her. Nah, that'll leave her devastated and she'll blame me. Maybe he'll get jealous and ruin it himself. That would be the best scenario to go with I think. That way she would be the dumper…I really wouldn't be at fault all that much. Aw…yeah if the world was perfect that's how the Jude/Jax break-up would happen.

"I'll doubt he'll care. He knows all about good and bad publicity from the press and tabloids." I assure her, rubbing her back.

I'm lying. Guys care about these things. We all care on some level or another. Some of us just choose to ignore it and some of us choose to view it as competition with the "other man."

"You're right." She sighs, heavily. But he's not answering his cell phone. I've called him like twice. And he never has it off."

I nod my head because I don't know what else to her, especially since I'm happy about the whole situation. "Maybe he's sleep..."

She glances at the time on her cell phone and curses under her breath. "I have to get down to the theater for rehearsal and crap. You coming with?"

I would love to say yes, but it's only 7 in the morning and I was planning on catching up on some sleep. "Nah, I have some things to take care of girl."

"Like what?" she asks, raising her eyebrows.

"Just stuff," I say, getting up and tossing a few bills on the table.

"Yeah right. You're going back to the hotel aren't you," she asks, raising her eyebrows.

"Nah…" I try to lie. "Yeah. Okay. I am."

"Um hum," She smiles, "See you later then pops. Have a good nap."

As soon as I get back to the hotel and I'm about to lay down my cell rings. I'm tempted to let it ring, but it could be Jude, so I run to the living room to retrieve it before it stops ringing. Imagine my disappointment when I see Kwest's picture popping up. I answer it anyway though.

"Hello?" I ask tentatively. I'm thinking he's already seen the picture.

"Nice picture."

Damn. I'll just play dumb and deny and lie. "Huh?"

"Please T. don't take me for a fool. I thought you said you weren't going to touch the girl until she broke up with Jax. What happened? You know "self-control". I warned you…I said you wouldn't be able to handle a little one-on-one time with her didn't I? But what did you say? Let me refresh your memory: "Man, Kwest, I got this…Me and Jude are just friends." You are such a liar…"

"Hey!" I'm not a liar per se.

"Okay I agree liar is a little harsh…let's go with you're in De-Ni-AL," he laughs, "How many days were you there with her? Two? Nah not even that many was it."

I take this opportunity while he's laughing hysterically to get a few words in. "I didn't do anything man. It was just a little innocent peck on the cheek."

"Uh huh."

"Really! Look it's like a brotherly kiss."

"Man…look at the way you guys are looking at each other," he interjected. "If that's a brother/sister relationship there's something terribly wrong with that picture. Like incest."

I inhale deeply and let it out slowly.

"Look at her. She looks all floaty and carefree and you... you're just…happy. More happy than when you became VP of G-major." he continues.

I grab the magazine off the nightstand and examine it more closely. We do look…happy and coupley. "We look "floaty" because we're friggin parasailing. Have you ever been parasailing?"

"No." he sighs.

"You should. It's very invigorating."

"Stop trying to change the subject T." he snaps. "You know if you break her and Jax up she'll be pissed at you."

"Kwest. I. Did. Not. Do. Anything. She kissed me…on the cheek. It was all innocent."

"The look in your eyes isn't that innocent. The way you're wrapped around each other isn't all that innocent."

"We're harnessed together!" I interrupt.

"Whatever. I know you both too well. I know that look T. You both get it permanently stamped on your face whenever you're in the studio making music together."

I look at picture half tuning him out. It really is a good picture of us. I should get it framed.

"Tommy? Tommy!" Kwest's yelling brings me back to present."

"What?"

"Don't do anything either of you will regret man."

"We won't. I won't. It's just a picture man, nothing is going on." Yet.

"Whatever you say man…" he sighs. I can visualize him shaking his head. "I gotta go though…Sophie says hello."

"Alright talk to you later man."

"Peace."