Again sorry for the mix up yall...make sure you read the actual chapter 10 and this would be chapter 11. Perhaps it will make more sense. Strike that it will make more sense.

"Alright man you ready?" I ask Jax, walking toward him. As I get closer I notice someone sitting in the chair not facing me.

"Little Tommy Q." Shay turns around, grinning at me.

No he didn't. "Hey Shay-Shay what's up," I grin, slapping hands with him and grabbing a chair to join their little male support group thing they've got going on.

"I hear Jax here's going to pop the question…" Shay whispering like it's some kind of conspiracy.

I shrug and throw my hands up in defeat. "Yup."

He's raising his eyebrow up at me. "And it's tomorrow."

I nod, nonchalantly picking on the lent on the arm of the chair I'm sitting on.

"But you've only known Jude for like a minute…" Shay comments, turning his attention back to Jax.

Two minutes tops.

"I know," he sighs, getting his lovey-dovey look. Ew. "It seems like much longer though."

I roll my eyes, when I think they're both too involved in their conversation, and sink into my chair. Shay catches my look, and raises his eyebrow at me. I shrug as if to say: "What I do?" Hell, as if I want hear his little "I'm in love" speech again. Come to think of it, of course he can say he loves Jude so easily. The little boy doesn't know what love is come to think about it. Sounds like lust to me.

"I know what you mean dawg…" Shay interrupts, nodding, glowing himself. "It's the same exact thing with Marissa and me. You never want to leave her."

"Counting the days until you get to see each other…"

"You always wonder what she's doing…" Jax put in.

"Who she's with…" Shay sighs.

"What she's wearing…" I put in, jokingly, trying to ease them off the subject they're on.

I feel sort of left out. Both of them are in love and crap. What about me? I'm the old guy who has had strong feelings for his song artist since she was 15…

"Same ole Tommy uh?' Shay laughs, standing up and stretching.

"Same ole me? What happened to you uh?" I laugh, "Getting married? Getting married early. Getting married before 30. Getting married--"

"Okay, man I got you…" Shay assures me, chuckling softly. "I'm getting married..."

"Buy why?" I shake my head. Come on now. It's really not my fault I can't fathom this…it's Shay. Getting married. He's actually getting married. Before me. I shake my head disbelievingly.

"I'm in love," he laughs, mocking Jax. "But look man, I gotta get going."

"Where you trying to slip off so soon?" Jax asks, standing up also.

"Grab something to eat man, a brother got the munchies," he laughs, patting his stomach.

"Come with Tom and me," Jax smiles.

Shay looks at me expectedly I shrug. "Why don't you come with us, Jax is paying." I shrug again, smiling angelically.

Hell the least he can do is pay. Damn. I've been listening to his scuttlebutt for the past hour. He interrupted my nap.

"Alright then, I'm in," Shay says, following Jax and me through the lobby area. "So where we eating?"

"Japanese? There's a restaurant in front of my hotel that I wanted to try," Jax recommended.

"Nah not Japanese…" Shay shook his head vehemently. "Long story."

"Seafood?" I suggest.

"Seafood's okay with me," Shay nods, climbing in the driver's seat of his SUV. "You can both ride with me, instead of waiting on the valet…"

Jax nearly bolts to the passenger's seat…what an ass wipe. I climb in the back probably for the first time since I was 12. Oh. Never mind this thing has satellite television and a DVD player back here. Okay…this is pretty nice. I lean back in the seat—it's so, so, so comfortable. I turn it to ESPN to watch some hockey. The only thing I'm missing is a beer and some Chex Mix.

"Shay man this car," I sigh, in ecstasy.

"It's not mine, it's on loan. Don't get too comfortable."

"Too late," I say in a singsong voice, slipping on the headphones.

"Tom? Are you okay man?" Shay asks. I glance around anxiously; I'm still in the backseat of his car.

I look at him, a little confused. My stomach's churning…my head's spinning…my vision's blurry.

"Tommy?" Shay calls, sounding far away.

I shake my head slowly, and I feel better for a few seconds. And then I blackout, or something like that because the next time I wake up I'm in a hospital room, my head throbbing.