Oooh I just majorly screwed up---that's what happens when you're up at like 2 in the am trying to update. This chapter was supposed to go before that last chapter. :( Sorry that I probably just messed all of you up.

There's only like 3 or 4 more prewritten chapters of this and then you'll be officially caught up with everyone else...I'll try to get the chapters out kind of quick-like since people like: Adrienne, Erin McKinley, Tommy4eva, RockerChick13, LittleZurawski, melodie568, and bookworm0408 keep leaving me wonderful feedback. Greatly appreciated. :)

As the sun rises, Jude and I wake up almost simultaneously. She buries her face into my side, trying to escape the sunlight.

"Don't you want to close those blinds Quincy?" she mumbles.

"No. Not really," I yawn, shielding my own face with my arm. "Why don't you?"

"I would but I don't want to," she says, as if that's explanation enough.

I lift my arm and look down at her. She's got her little smirk on her face. "I don't want to either. And anyway you're closer to them."

"Please," she asks, placing a smile on her face sweeter than Angel's Food cake.

"Uh-uh. Not happening. Nice try though."

She rolls her eyes, and gets up to close the blinds, and draws the curtains while she's at it.

"Wait a minute. Why am I in your room?" Her feelings of bewilderment, excitement, and anxiety are all etched across her face. I might as well take this opportunity and mess with her head.

"What you don't remember," I ask. "You weren't that drunk."

"What," she exclaims.

"Well I remember, it was fun, we should definitely do it again sometime…" I nod, looking at her with bedroom eyes.

"Tell me we didn't do anything," she groans, in disbelief.

"We didn't do anything," I say.

She looks at me to see a smile playing at my lips and promptly punches me, on the arm.

"Oww," I grunt out through my laughter. Damn those kickboxing classes. "That hurt girl."

"That was the point," she smiles evilly. I pull her onto the bed, so that she's sitting at the edge. "You're an asshole." She states, as if it's a new revelation.

"I've been called worse. But come on now, on top of the fact that we're both fully dressed, you should know me well enough to know that I would never take advantage of you like that."

"I know," she rolls her eyes, "But you know shit happens."

I nod my head in agreement. I could write a whole book on that subject.

"And if we had done anything…I think you'd remember, drunk or not." I smirk, earning myself another punch on the arm. What can I say; I'm a sucker for a punishment.

"Quincy you NEVER take me seriously," she says, narrowing her eyes at me.

How can I take her seriously when she tries to get all angry on me? Every time she screams at me I just want to kiss her, and oh man when she puts her hands on me. I think it's that little wrinkle over her nose, when she's just seriously peeved…it's not my fault she looks so damn sexy when she's mad though.

"I'm sorry," I grab her hand and hold it for a while, tracing her heart line over and over again. "I could give you another foot massage…"

"I'll take a rain check," she smiles, sadly, removing her hand from mine. She looks at me thoughtfully for a couple seconds.

"What are you thinking about?" I finally ask her.

"You're still an asshole," she says, standing up, and glancing at the time on the digital clock. "It's almost 7. I have to get going." She sighs, making no attempt to leave.

Damn. "Okay." I sigh, closing my eyes.

"You're going back to sleep?" she asks.

"Yup. That was the plan." I sigh, sleepily.

"That's not even fair," she yawns.

"I know, I know." I say, semi-sleep. "You could just lay back down for a few more minutes," I offer.

"Yeah right," she says, throwing a pillow at me as she leaves the room. "You need to get up."

"Not happening," I repeat in a singsong tone.

I wake again with a startle. I look around the room, I'm thinking something's missing, but I remember Jude left a few hours ago. I glance at the clock; it's a little after 2 p.m. Then I hear another knock at the door. I get up drowsily and answer it. Imagine my surprise to see Mr. Johansen standing outside of my door.

"Hey man, what's up?" I ask, rubbing the sleep out of eyes.

"Nothing much man, you busy? Yeah I usually call before I just drop over you know--"

"Nah, you're alright come on in," I interrupt him, leaving the door open for him to come on in. "Have a seat."

I look over at him. He looks like shit, and I'm saying this from a totally unbiased perspective too. He's got bags under his eyes; he's actually wearing sweat pants. I've never seen this man in sweats before.

"What the matter?" I ask him; I can't just sit there and look at him, apparently as wreck.

"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing for one thing…" he exclaims, running his fingers through his hair. I look at him nervously. I'm really not used to guys that a barely even know having breakdowns in my hotel room.

"What happened," I ask, cautiously.

He looks up at me, and leans back on the couch. I slowly sit down on the loveseat across from him. "I've only know Jude for about 6 months you know."

I nod and wait for him to continue. "Do you think it's a little to soon for me to be asking her to marry me? I mean I don't want to be another celebrity divorce statistic you know?"

Damn, I could punch him the face. "Of course I know considering I am a celebrity statistic." I smile, sourly.

"Ah, I'm sorry man," he shrugs. "I forgot about your marriage. What do you think went wrong there anyway?"

Um, good question. "We thought we young and love—we should have waited a little longer. And then there's the fact that we hardly ever got see each other we me still being in Boyz! Attack."

I look at him, trying to decipher what kind of affect my words are having on him.

"You think it's to soon?" he asks me.

"You know what man? I really can't call it…" I answer sincerely, and objectively.

He nods his head. "I got everything sorted out with the producers for tomorrow.

"So you think you're going to go through with it," I ask, nonchalantly.

"Yes. I do," he nods, his nervousness replaced with determination. "I love Jude."

And with those the 3 words, he's a bigger man than I am, because I can't bring myself to say them, not yet. I just don't want to say them to her unless I'm not sure. I've been wrong when it comes to love so many times before. I just don't want be wrong any more. Especially about Jude and me, it's too much at stake if I'm wrong.

"Thanks for listening to me Tom…you have no idea how much it means to me. I usually turn to my older brother in these--" he falters, trying to look for the right word.

"Time of need," I say, trying to help him out.

He shrugs, and laughs out loud, "I was going to say breakdown, but 'time of need; sounds better."

I laugh with him. "Yeah it does. Where's your brother?"

"He's New Delhi…another mission trip," he explains. "That would be my brother trying to save the world on his own."

I nod, opting not to say anything because it's apparent his brother is a sensitive subject to him.

He brushes the subject right off his shoulders, "Let me buy you lunch or something. It's the least I could do for dropping in on you like that."

"Yeah sure, can I meet you in the lobby in a 10 minutes?"

"Sure…" he says, getting up and heading out the door. "Thanks again Tom."

"Not a problem," I assure him, patting him on the back. I shut the door. I want to kick myself, or something else.

The boy is looking up to me as his big brother figure and the only thing I can think about is discouraging him from proposing to Jude. Hell maybe he does love Jude, and if he does he deserves to have her. I can't even work up the courage to tell the girl how I feel, but he's willing to do it in front of the whole world?