I'm in love Tommy Quincy. I don't love Tommy Quincy; I'm in love with Tommy Quincy. I mean I have always known I loved him since the first time we made a song together at G Major. But right now I have a few more reasons to add to the list of why I love him: he is a Sex God, an Orgasm Lord, and the Tongue Trick King. Okay I know all of those names are somewhat cliché but I don't care. You have no idea how good I feel right now.
Right now Tommy is in the bathroom getting something for whatever he has in mind. I don't really know. All I know is…I can't move…and that's a good thing. It took me over fifteen minutes just to start forming thoughts. Honestly if he can drive me crazy and get me that hot just by using his hands and tongue then I can't wait to see what he can do with little Tommy.
I swear it's against the law to feel this good…oh wait…technically speaking it is against the law for ME to feel this good because of something TOMMY has done to me. Oh well. I could care less about the law right now. All I want to know is how long Tommy is going to take doing whatever it is he's doing. I look towards the bathroom door and try to see if I can detect a figure through the darkness. Yeah Tommy likes everything dark.
After a few minutes I hear his footsteps on the carpet. I hear him set something down on the nightstand, then I hear the flick of a lighter. I turn my head to the left and see him lighting a candle. Hey, I kinda liked the room with the lights off, but then again the candles are romantic. I guess this is his way of telling me that we are actually about to do the real thing. I've never been more ready.
He turns to me and smiles before pulling the cover back and getting on top of me. Sex really does make him happy I see. Actually sex is making me happy…really happy…and excited. But I guess that last part is just natural. I look up into his eyes and sees that they have gotten darker. He was really concentrated on something. Okay I know what he was concentrated on but I mean…I don't know what I mean. It's hard to think with him on top of me.
He smiles at me before leaning down and kissing me again. He begins to deepen the kiss, his tongue swirling around mine. Like I said, the man is a tongue master…not just at kissing. His left hand goes to my waist. I feel him reach for the nightstand. He is even good at multitasking. Really good. I hear him ruffle through some of the stuff in the drawer. He breaks away from the kiss and looks over at the nightstand, searching for something.
A look of disappointment fills his face after a few minutes. Hey, why the disappointing face? We are about to have sex. I'm not going to be so bad that you have to look disappointed! He sighs and gets off of me, lying down on the other side of the bed. Does he think I'm going to be that bad?
"What?" I ask. His hands go up to his socket and he begins to massage his eyes. "Quincy." I say. He removes his hands from his eyes and looks at me. "I don't have any condoms." He says. What?? Are you kidding me?! I swear the Sex Gods don't like me! We were only moments away from having sex, but now we can't because he doesn't have any condoms! This isn't fair!
Well maybe condoms aren't everything. No, wait, Jude what are you talking about? Condoms are the most important part of sex! Besides the obvious. But maybe it won't matter if we don't just this once…no I could still get pregnant. Are condoms really all that important? I mean do we really need them? Okay I can't believe I just asked that. Of course we need them. Okay this is sad. I'm lying in Tommy Quincy's bed, arguing with myself over whether or not condoms are really important.
I turn my head and look at him. He was already staring at me. "We can't…not without a condom." He says. I nod my head. Hmm I never really thought having safe sex was that important to him. "I know." I say quietly. I hear him sigh again. "I need to take a shower." He mumbles before getting out of bed.
"You're not the only one." I mumble back after he has already closed the bathroom door. This is messed up. I jumped around all day, being happy that I was going to loose my virginity, and this happens. You know if he wasn't such a playboy I would have sex with him without a condom. No, I take that back. Everyone has been jamming the whole safe sex thing in my head ever since I hit puberty. They would kill me if they knew I was even considering having unsafe sex.
Well, the bright side is I got to make out with Tommy…among other things…for the past four hours. I guess it's time to go home. Yeah, see that's another thing. I wasn't even planning on going home tonight. This day went from happiest day of my life to most depressing-est day of my life. Well it's not so much depressing because I still feel really really good, but the fact that we only got to foreplay is depressing.
I stand up and walk over to where my jeans were thrown at on the floor and pick them up and begin to put them on. Just when I zipped up my pants Tommy reappears in the room. Talk about taking a quick shower. His hair was wet and his bare chest still glistened with water. This isn't making the situation any better.
"Where are you going?" He asks as he walks over to me. Um, home? Duh, Quincy. We can't do anything. "Home." I reply simply. Tommy shakes his head and walks over to me and grabs my hand. Okay…maybe I'm not going home. Maybe he found something for Tommy Jr.
"Spend the night here." He says. I give him a hopeful look. He shakes his head. "No, I still didn't find one. I just don't want you to leave." He says. Wow, did Tommy Quincy just tell me he didn't want me to leave? I never thought he would use those words in the same sentence…and actually mean it. You know we should have really starting acting on our feelings a lot sooner.
"Are you sure?" I ask. He smiles and nods his head. "I mean I didn't plan on you leaving tonight anyways." He says. I laugh. "Me neither." I respond. He smiles as he unzips my jeans again and helps me take them off, before leading me over to the bed. We silently climb in. I turn to him. The dark look in his eyes was gone. He puts his arm around me and brings me closer to him. I put my head on his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat.
Well I guess this is the next best thing to having sex with him. This is not exactly the type of 'sleeping' with him that I wanted but I guess it'll do. "I didn't want this type of sleeping together either." Tommy says, looking into my eyes. Wait, did I say that out loud? How did he know what I was thinking? I look up at him and give him a curious and confused look. He just chuckles.
"I can read your mind, girl." He says. Oh no you can't. If you could I guarantee you wouldn't have waited this long to finally get me in your bed. In fact, I'm betting money that my mind is about as bad as his. It can't be worse than his, but I'm pretty damn sure it's just as bad.
"No you can't." I say with a smile, looking up at him. "I can sometimes." He says. "Quincy, I don't think you would be able to handle all the things I think about." I say. He chuckles. "I'm a guy, Jude. I can handle anything." He says. I roll my eyes. "Okay well then maybe I should tell you that I have wanted to have sex with Speed for the past two months." I say. He flinches and shudders. I laugh.
"Okay, I can handle sexual topics but not when it comes to you telling me you want to have sex with other guys." He says. I laugh. That's what he gets. "Well you said you could handle anything." I say. He smirks. "I can handle anything." He says. I roll my eyes. I should have known that comment was coming. "So you think." I say. He just smiles and stays quiet.
"Are you telling me that I can't handle you?" He asks a few moments later. Well I did watch those pornos pretty closely… "No, I'm just saying that maybe you can't handle everything." I respond. "Name one thing." He says. "Like the things I can do with my tongue." I say sarcastically. He groans.
"Jude, don't talk like that." He says. I smile. There's the non self-control having Tommy that I know. "Why not?" I ask innocently. I love messing with his head. "You know why." He says. I laugh lightly. The man did just make me feel like I was on Cloud Nine so I guess I could lay off the teasing for the rest of the night.
"Okay." I say. He wraps his arm more tightly around my body as he gets more comfortable. Yeah, this is defiantly 2nd best to having sex with him…..
Next Day…….
I wake up and look around at the strange surroundings. I look down and see a pair of tan arms wrapped around me. I smile when as I begin to remember the previous night's events. I look at the alarm clock on his nightstand and see that there is only I look at the alarm clock on his nightstand and see that there is a whole hour until we have to be at work.
Hmm that's a first. I have never woke up a hour early and actually been happy. I guess spending the night alone with Tommy in his bed would do that to a girl. Actually I bet doing other things with Tommy would make a girl really happy. Too bad I never got the chance to figure out. Yes, I am still pissed about that. I mean I was two seconds away from having sex with him. What are the odds that he would run out of condoms the night we actually get close enough to having sex?
You know I blame his stupid random sex habits. If he wasn't such a…well a slut, he wouldn't have run out. And besides, shouldn't he have gone to the store and bought some? I mean he knew what we were 'supposed' to do last night. Wouldn't any typical guy go to the store just to be sure? Well then again Tommy Quincy isn't a typical guy. He can get any girl he wants, even if it's the girl his best friend likes.
Okay maybe that wasn't the best example of how untypical he is. That example made him sound like a heartless jerk; which he can be sometimes. But right now I don't have one bad thought about him. In fact, I want to marry him. Yeah, we didn't even have sex but his foreplay was so good that I want to ask him to marry me. I guess that's the definition of a Sex God: if he can make you hot with just foreplay.
Tommy shuffles then slowly opens his eyes. He looks up at me and smiles. Awww he has the cutest eyes ever! Even his sleep hair is adorable. I seriously don't know why he wastes so much time and money on his hair gel. He could just wake up and go and still be completely adorable. Will he ever do that? No. But at least he has a good ultimatum. Me on the other hand; even if I wake up late and throw on random clothes I still have to take at least 5 minutes to brush my hair. Guys have a way easier life than girls.
"Hi." He says, finally awake. Have I mentioned how cute he is?? He has this cute little clueless look on his face whenever he wakes up. You know a girl could get used to waking up looking at that every morning. In fact if I could wake up looking at his priceless face every morning I guarantee I will never be grumpy when I wake up. And I'll wake up on time…actually I'd wake up five minutes earlier.
"Hey." I say softly with a little smile. I'm smiling at the fact that he still looks adorable, cute and priceless all and one and the fact that the sheets just moved down and I can see his chest. I know I had a long opportunity to check his body out last night, but it was dark and the things he was doing with his hands made it hard to think. Really hard to think. His abs are like blocks and his chest is so muscular. Oh yeah, I can defiantly get used to waking up to this. Too bad it'll probably never happen again.
He reaches over and grabs his watch and looks at it. He puts it back on his nightstand then smirks. "Jude Harrison is actually up at eight o'clock." He says, still smirking. See the smart eleckness just adds to his cuteness. "Yeah, I couldn't believe it either." I say with a smile.
"Amazing what a night with Lil Tommy Q will do to you, eh?" He teases. Did he actually just refer to himself as Lil Tommy Q? Wow I never thought I'd see the day. Even though he is right, I'm not going to feed his ego. That's the one bad thing about Quincy, besides his heartbreaking actions. His ego is so big and he is so cocky. In fact he is so cocky he probably thinks he has a 'big' reason to be cocky. Even though that is true, he still shouldn't be that cocky.
"Quincy, I can either answer that with an honest answer or I could feed your ego. Which would you prefer?" I say in a teasing voice. He chuckles. "Well to me the honest answer would feed my ego." He says. He's good. I love this whole little bantering thing we do. It's one of the reasons I actually go to work. I know that even when I'm tired he will wake me up by saying something cute or smart eleck…or both.
"You're too cocky." I say. He smiles. "You say that like it's a bad thing, girl." He responds. See I told you he wouldn't think that cockiness was a bad thing. He really should have finished junior high and high school that way he could have went to college because he would have really fit-in in a fraternity. In fact they should name a damn fraternity house after him.
"It is a bad thing." I respond. He shakes his head. "It's only a bad thing if the person that is being cocky doesn't have anything to back up his cockiness." He responds. Hmm so in other words, he is saying he has something to back up his cockiness. Well duh, I already knew that. I would have found out more last night if he would have had a stupid condom. Great, now I'm back to thinking about that.
"And you think you have enough to back up ALL your cockiness?" I ask. You know it's really fun to mess with guys' feelings. I mean it's not nice to insult their size because they really take that hard, but it's still fun to mess with their minds and feelings.
"Well you should know." He replies with a smirk. He's a real smart ass this morning. That's okay. The smart eleckness mixed with the pretty blue eyes mixed with the messy hair and bare chest is a really good combination. He could be even more smart eleck if he wanted. I just want him to stay this cute.
"Well I could have found out more if you would have had a condom." I respond. Great, now I'm thinking about it yet again. I mean it's not something you can really get over. Think about it. What if you were only seconds away from loosing your virginity to Tommy Quincy but you don't get to because he is a freaking playboy and ran out of condoms. Wouldn't you be mad? No scratch that last question. Wouldn't you be pissed and sad all in one? Exactly.
"Don't remind me." He groans. I can tell he is just as unhappy as I am. But it wasn't my fault. And besides, what guy in his 20s doesn't have a single condom? Tommy Quincy because he has such frequent partners. See his stupid playboy actions caused this. But I won't say that to him because I can see he really regrets it. He is a guy that didn't get a chance to have sex with someone last night. Of course he is regretting it.
"Right after work I'm going to get four boxes." He says. I laugh. This has to be a new thing for him. I don't think he ever runs out of condoms and if he doesn't he probably makes sure he restores them two hours later…or whenever the girl leaves. I'm in love with a playboy who doesn't know how to keep it in his pants. Great.
"Well then I guess you should take off work for two weeks so you can use them all." I respond. He smirks and looks at me. "Well we would have to take off of work for only four days." He says. There's no way. "Quincy, you cannot use a pack of condoms a day." I respond. I don't even think Superman would be able to do that.
"Do you want me to sit here and try to reassure you that I can or do you want to wait until tonight when have all four packs of the condoms so I can prove it?" He asks, his face really close to mine. Does he honestly expect me to answer him?? His face is only a few inches away from me! The only thing I can think about is how close his face is to mine! And how even though it's the morning time, he doesn't have bad breath.
"The…second…answer sounds good." I manage to get out. He smiles and quickly kisses me lightly on the lips before getting out of bed. Okay it so just got hotter; seriously. His lips are so soft! Okay, Jude calm down. And heart, stop beating so fast. Only Tommy Quincy can make my heart beat that fast.
"Harrison, do you plan on getting to work on time or are you just going to stay in bed?" Tommy asks from the doorway of the bathroom. If that question wasn't said in a smart ass tone then I would defiantly choose the second option. I put the sheets back over my head. I hear Tommy chuckle. You know he is the only person I know that can laugh so much an have so much energy this early in the morning.
"I guess that was my answer." I hear him say. He's not so dumb afterall. "Yes." I reply in a muffled voice from under the covers. Now if he really wants me he will say something along the lines of "if you don't get up I'm going to wake you up myself." Hmm I just gave him a test and I didn't even know it. Let's see if he'll pass.
"Harrison, you have two options. You can either lay in bed under the covers like you are right now, or I can come over there and think of ways of waking you up." He says. I smile widely. He actually passed the test. Wow. I pull the covers down from my face and look at him, still smiling widely.
"Why are you smiling?" He asks. "You passed a test." I say. He gets an adorable curious look on his face. "What?" He asks, making his way back to the bed. "Well if you would have said something like "oh well be late to work" then I would figure that you didn't want me. But you said something along the lines of waking me up so that must mean you do want me." I respond. He smiles.
"So what's my reward?" He asks, wearing one of his mischievous smiles. My heart beat speeds up every time he smiles like that because I know what he's thinking. "You'll find out later." I respond. Good, Jude. Keep him wondering. You know I'm getting pretty good with this flirting thing.
"I'm going to hold you to that." He says before going into the bathroom. I smile. I love this. Tommy and I are flirting. I know that's nothing different from any other day but I mean…I don't know. We are acting like a couple. It's amazing what a few hours of foreplay and lip locking will do to two people. But seriously. Can you believe it? Tommy and I are a semi-acting couple. He is kissing me and flirting with me!
"Jude, get up and use the other bathroom to get ready for work!" I hear Tommy shout from his bathroom. I laugh. He knows me too well. Well since he knows me so good he should know that I'm not moving out of this bed until at least another five minutes. It's not that I'm tired; it's just that I don't feel like moving. I'm too busy thinking about him.
"And Jude I mean now not within the next five minutes!" Tommy shouts from the bathroom. I laugh. He really does know me too well. Although I guess that's a good thing. You should know the person you're having sex with really well, right? I know we're not having sex yet, but there's still a yet in there.
"Fine, Tommy! I'm up." I say, still laying in the bed. "No you're not! Get up, Harrison, before I go in there." He shouts. I laugh and get out of the bed. "Happy?" I shout back. "Yes, now go take a shower and don't use all the hot water." He says. I smile. I honestly do love this. Waking up and looking at Tommy's cute face, flirting and kissing, and then getting dressed and going to work, still flirting. Yeah, that'd be the perfect life for me.
I enter the bathroom and go into the closet and pull out a towel. I might as well live here. I already know where everything is. I hear water running. Hmm Tommy must be in the shower. And here I am in another bathroom…next to a toilet. I smile widely as a walk over to the toilet and flush it. In less than four milliseconds I hear Tommy's yell through the walls. I bite my bottom lip to hold back my laughter.
That was my revenge from last night. We would have been able to have sex if he wasn't such a playboy and have such frequent partners. Last night was his fault, not mine. And he can't get mad because it was just a little harmless joke. Besides he was the one who made me get up. If he would have let me stay in bed for an extra five minutes that wouldn't have happened. I slip out of my jeans and take off my shirt.
Before I even have a chance to turn the shower on I hear Tommy open the bathroom door, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I bite my bottom lip again to hold my laughter. I mean he looks even cuter and more adorable with wet hair! God, his chest is glistening from the water. Jude keep your cool. This man never has a bad day. Shit. He has that mean look in his eye.
"Jude, that wasn't funny." He says. I accidentally let out some of the laughter that I had been holding in. I'm sorry but he doesn't know how cute he is when he is mad. I don't piss him off on purpose, but I sure don't mind when he is pissed. His pretty blue eyes stand out more and for some reason I love it when guys get serious looks on their faces. They look cuter to me.
"It's not funny!" He says. I continue to laugh. "Do you know what cold water does to a guy…and his body parts?" He asks. Oh, he has a point there. I forgot about that. No wonder he is so mad. I made Tommy Jr shrink. I guess if I was a guy I would be mad too. But I'm sorry. That was still so funny.
"I'm sorry." I say. He gives me one of his 'yeah right' looks. I just smile as innocently as I can. He shakes his head and walks out of the bathroom. I close the door and lean against it, giggling. He is so adorable and he doesn't know it. Well he knows he's cute…or sexy even, but he doesn't know how adorable he can be at times.
By the time I get out of the shower and go back into Tommy's room, fully dressed of course, I see him standing in front of his mirror. He was fully dressed, hair done, and was obviously prepared to go. Me on the other hand, I still had to dry my hair and put on make up. It's a good thing I brought a night bag full of necessities. Even though I thought I would only need it because of what was supposed to happen. Yes, I am still bitter about that. But I'll move on.
"Are you ready?" Tommy asks. I smile and shake my head. "Have you seen my face?" I ask him. Now he can either say something smart eleck and get hit or he can just politely say something like "yeah you're pretty." I wonder which one he will choose. For his sake he better choose the ladder.
"Yeah, what's wrong with it?" He asks. Hmm that's good enough. It wasn't a compliment really but it saved him from getting hit. I roll my eyes. "I need to put make up on…and I need to dry my hair." I say. He gives me a weird look. "It'll dry in the car." He says. I shake my head. Is that how guys really dry their hair? I mean I have to do that sometimes when I'm rushing but guys never use hairdryers?
"I need a hair drier, Quincy." I say. He gives me another weird look. "I don't have one of those." He says. You have got to be kidding me! What sane person doesn't own a hairdryer?! "What?!" I ask. He laughs lightly. "Jude, I'm a guy. Guys don't own hairdryers. And if they do then you should question their sexuality." He says. Okay that might be true because Mason owns a hairdryer. Why, I do not know.
I sigh. "Okay, well then just give me a few minutes to put on my make up." I say. He nods his head and goes back to messing with his hair while looking in the mirror. I shake my head. He says you should question the sexuality of any guy who has a hairdryer but he's the one who spends at least 10 minutes on his hair a day. That's 8 minutes longer than Speed. And he actually looks in the mirror when he messes with it.
I walk into the bathroom and look into his mirror. I glance down and see three different gel bottles out on the basin. You have got to be kidding me. He puts three different types of gel in his hair each day? Maybe it's his sexuality I should start questioning. No, I take that back. I can still remember what the man can do with his hands…and tongue. And I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and say that since he is so famous and so many girls check him out and drool over him he has a image to upkeep.
Once I get done applying mascara and eyeliner and a little foundation I look in the mirror and try to do something with my hair. I can either put it up in a ponytail or I could just let get go. Either way, it's not going to look good. Oh well. It's just one day, besides what is wrong with me? I normally don't care what I look like. Oh yeah, that was before I starting making out Tommy Quincy as if I was his girlfriend.
I step into Tommy's room and see him impatiently sitting in the chair by his bed, bouncing his leg up and down. Aww he looks so cute when he's impatient. He has this little kiddish look to him. I can't help but smile.
"Why are you smiling?" He asks. Because you are so cute and adorable and you don't even know it. "I don't know." I respond. He stands up. "Why do girls take so long?" He asks. "We have to look good for guys like you." I respond. He smiles. "Well in that case take as long as you need." He responds. I smile at him.
"I'm guessing you want to stop at Starbucks." He says. I smile and nod. He really does know me too well. He smiles. "It's a good thing I'm a speed racer." He says as he grabs his keys. "You know I could probably drive just as fast as you." I respond. It's true. It's been a long two and a half years since that whole birthday drive he gave me in the Viper.
"Yeah, but neither you or the innocent pedestrians would be alive to tell the story." He says. My jaw drops as I hit him. Hey, like I said, it has been a long two and a half years! I can drive really good now. And besides, I was a fresh sixteen year old, with the 23 year old guy that I was crushing on big time sitting right next to me. You wouldn't drive well either.
"I can drive, thank you very much." I say to him. He smiles mischievously. Something tells me I'm going to love his next comment. "Well I'll find out later…after I get the four packs of condoms." He says, still smiling. I smile widely. I knew I was going to love his comment. Yeah, hopefully nothing will go wrong tonight.
"You're right." I say with a smile. He puts on his sunglasses and smiles at me as he walks past me and out the room. I follow him downstairs and out the door. We get into his mustang and he smiles at me before starting the car and speeding down the street. I love him.
At G Major……
We walk into G Major, coffee cups in our hands, smiles on our faces. I smile at Saidie, who was too busy talking to one of the delivery boys to even notice me. Tommy glances at me and smiles and I return the smile before shaking my head. We continue to smile as we enter Studio 1, where we see Kwest sitting in his chair nodding his head to a new beat.
"Hey." Tommy says as he walks over his chair and sits down. Kwest looks up at me then looks at Tommy. "Whoa, you're both here at the same time? And holding the same Starbucks cups? And…dare I say it…smiling? What did I miss?" Kwest asks. He makes it seem like I'm not capable of smiling in the morning.
"Nothing." Tommy says. That's right, Tommy. Keep it vague. "Jude, you didn't crash your car on the way here because you were so tired did you?" Kwest asks. God and I thought Tommy was a smartass. No wonder why those two are friends. They're like a matured version of Bevis and Butthead sometimes…well Tommy's the mature version of it. Kwest, not so much.
"I didn't drive." I say to the smartass. Kwest turns his head towards Tommy. "You actually woke up early to drive her to work when she already has a car?" He asks. Tommy rolls his eyes. I can see he's already getting tired of Kwest and we have only been here for two minutes. He is asking a lot of questions this morning. He must have had too much caffeine.
"No, she…never mind. Is this the new mix?" Tommy says. Good job on watching what you say, Quincy. Something tells me that if he was to say "No, she was already at my house" it wouldn't blow over too well. Kwest moves his head from Tommy back to me. He continues this motion a few times before his eyes lights up and he gets one of those goofy Kwest looks.
"Wait, unless Jude spent the night at your house, T." He says. You have got to be kidding me? Why is it that when it comes to teasing me and Tommy Kwest can be the sharpest tool in the shed, but when it comes to common sense things he is as slow as a turtle? That doesn't add up.
"Yeah, Kwest you're right. Jude was at my house. We had so all night and only stopped 45 minutes ago. Didn't you notice her limping a few seconds ago?" Tommy says in a sarcastic voice. I guess that's another reason why they're friends. They know how to make up quick smart eleck comebacks.
"Actually yeah I did notice her walking differently." Kwest says as he turns to look at me. Jerk! I walk over and hit him on the back of the head. Tommy laughs and leans back in his chair. "Hey! I was just telling the truth!" Kwest says, holding his hand. Before I have a chance to say something to him, Saidie appears in the doorway.
"And where were you last night, little sister?" She says, half smiling and half smirking. "Huh?" I say. That's the first word that popped into my head. That was a little unexpected and everyone knows I don't work well under pressure. Well I do sometimes, but it takes me a minute to get it together. She just caught me off guard.
"Don't act your hair color, Jude. You didn't come home last night." Saidie says. "I bet she didn't." Kwest mumbles, but loud enough for everyone to hear. I hate him…and Saidie. And I hate Tommy also because he's not helping here! He's just sitting there lost in thought. Note to self: hit Tommy later for not helping me.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Saidie asks, stepping further into the studio. Kwest smirks and shrugs. "I don't know. Tommy and Jude came in at the same time. And Jude was li--" I hit Kwest on the back of the head before he has a chance to finish his sentence. Tommy looks up and laughs. Oh, now I have his attention. I turn to Saidie, whose eyes were kinda sparkling. Oh, God.
"Jude, can I have a word with you?" She asks. This isn't good. I glance at Tommy, who gives me an (adorable) I'm-sorry look. I roll my eyes. He could have helped earlier! That look isn't going to help…no matter how adorable it was. Saidie grabs my hand and literally drags me out of the studio.
"Spill. Now." She says once we get to the deserted front desk. I sigh as I jump on the counter. If she really thinks I'm going to tell her then she really needs to be on medication. She expects me to tell her what I did with her ex boyfriend? She really needs to be on pills.
"Nothing happened, Saidie. I just went over to his house because…I was bored." I say. Okay that was really lame. Why can't I lie good? I guess it's a good thing that I can't tell good lies, but sometimes I wish I did. Saidie smiles a little and shakes her head.
"I'm sure you did go over to his house because you were bored. And how did he cure your boredom?" She asks. She really wants me to give her details? Okay, if my little sister was dating my ex boyfriend I would not want details. I would probably have her on the ground right now and a good chunk of her hair in my hand.
"Why do you want to know Saidie?" I ask her. I really am curious. "I want to see if my sister would ever stab me in the back." She says. Ouch. That's a good guilt trip. But wait, why am I feeling guilty? This is the girl that dated him when everyone, including Georgia, could see the connection between me and Tommy!
"Nice choice of words." I mumble. She shrugs. "Well that's how it would feel." She says. I'm not going to feel guilty. "Well then you would know how I felt last summer when you and him went to Europe!" I say. Okay I didn't mean to sound pissed off but she is really getting me mad.
"He said he wanted to go!" Saidie defends herself. I roll my eyes. She must really think this blonde has sunk in or something. "You made the offer!" I say. By now we had gotten a few co-workers attention. I sigh and shake my head. You know I'm having a really good morning, but I think she is determined to ruin it.
"Saidie, I don't want to get in to this right now. I'm going to go do some work. It wouldn't hurt for you to do the same thing." I say before hopping off the counter and walking back to the studio. I stop by the doorway, hearing Kwest and Tommy's voice. No, I'm not being nosy, I just heard my name.
"T, you're going to tell me." Kwest says. Tommy shakes his head. "Nothing happened, man." He says as he moves a few buttons. "Whatever. You came in here with one of your I-got-laid smiles." Kwest says. Tommy looks at him.
"I can honestly say we didn't have sex." He says. Kwest smirks. "So what did happen? Something had to happen." He says. Tommy shrugs. "Nothing. She just came over to relax. End of story." Tommy says. Aww he's not going to be a jerk and tell him everything.
"Whatever. Was whatever happened good?" Kwest asks. Tommy sighs. "Kwest, even if Jude and I did have sex, I wouldn't tell you." Tommy says. "Why not? You always tell me about all the girls you screwed." Kwest says. That jerk! Me and him need to have a conversation later about a girl's need to have their personal matters private.
"Well I'm not going to tell you about Jude and mines." Tommy says. Okay maybe he's not such a big jerk afterall. "Why not?" Kwest asks. See what I mean? He is quick when it comes to me and Tommy but when it's common sense matters he is slow. Really slow.
"Well for one, Jude would kill me and for two, it's none of your business, man." Tommy says. Exactly. I couldn't have said it better myself, Quincy. "Since when is your sex life none of my business? Actually, since when have you not offered to tell me? I mean usually you would have told me everything…in detail." Kwest says. He really is a jerk.
"I don't know. All I know is…I'm not going to tell you about Jude and I. Now get to work." Tommy says before putting his headphones on. See that's why I love him. I smile as I walk into the studio. Tommy looks at me and smiles, but doesn't take off his headphones. Kwest smirks at me. Tommy's smirk is cute, but Kwest's smirk is just annoying…no actually he is annoying…at times.
"Still smiling, eh?" He says. And this is one of those times. I roll my eyes and hit him on the back of the head again. "Ow! You know you are going to give me a concussion one of these days. I swear." Kwest says. Good then maybe he will actually realize when to shut up.
Just as I sit down Saidie reappears at the doorway. God I'm beginning to see the reason why I was happy when so many people kill their siblings. "Tom, can I talk to you for a minute?" Saidie asks. Tommy takes off his headphones. Wait, why does she need to talk to Tommy? She just doesn't stop.
"What?" Tommy asks. Saidie sighs impatiently. "I said can I talk to you for a minute?" She repeats. Tommy, say no. Please say no. "Okay." Tommy says as he stands up. Damn! Why didn't he say no! Oh, that's right. He's not capable of being telepathic. He winks at me before walking out the room with my evil sister. I guess that was his way of saying everything was going to be okay. I sigh and look at Kwest, who was looking at me, with that stupid smirk.
"What?" I ask him. He shakes his head, but leaves the smirk on his face. He scoots a little closer to me. O-k. "So, what happened last night?" He asks. I should have known that was coming. "Kwest, Tommy and I didn't do anything." I respond. That's just a half lie…we didn't really do anything except make out. You know if you really read between the lines he is asking if we had sex, which we didn't, so that's why my answer is a half lie.
"Come on. You two came in here smiling. And you have a little glow tint to your face. Something happened last night." He says. I have a glow tint to my face? Really? I didn't notice that this morning when I looked in the mirror. I thought you only got the glow tint to your face whenever you actually loose your virginity.
"Nothing happened." I say to him. He smiles. "You had to think about that. Tell me something, did Tommy's hand just happen to slip down your pants?" Kwest asks. Did he seriously just ask that? My jaw drops and I hit him hard on the head. He laughs as he holds on to his head.
"I was just asking a question!" He says, still holding his head. I shake my head. He can be a asshole sometimes. "Well did you two happen to get into the pool or Jacuzzi last night?" He asks. I shake my head. Now that wasn't a lie. Although the pool and Jacuzzi is on my to do list. Yes, I have a where-I-want-to-have-sex list.
"You're not going to tell me, are you?" Kwest sighs. Wow, that only took him thirty minutes! "Finally you get it." I say. He laughs and shakes his head then turns his attention to the soundboard. So I have glow look to my face? No, that can't be true. If I did Saidie would have noticed. I would have noticed.
Okay it has been over twenty minutes and Tommy still isn't back. Now I'm getting a little antsy. When Saidie wants information she will get it…any way she wants. And I do many any. I start to tap the led part of my pencil on my notebook. Technically speaking we aren't together, so if he does something with her I can't get mad. Wait what am I talking about?? I just spent the night with him, after some serious foreplay. He better not do anything with her!
"Jude!" Kwest says in annoyance. I look at him. Oh, I was still tapping my pencil. "Sorry." I say innocently. He shakes his head and goes back to mixing. I look up and see Saidie. "Where's Tommy?" I ask. She smiles. I hate that smile. "I don't know. That's sad you go crazy whenever he has been gone for only a few minutes." Saidie says. Jealousy. She should really get over it.
"Where did he go Saidie?" I ask. I really don't have the patience for her today, for some reason. Saidie shrugs. "I talked to him for five minutes then he walked away and mumbles something about a store." She says. I smile. Wow he didn't even last till the end of the day before he went to go get the condoms.
"Okay." I say. "Hey, are you going to be at home tonight?" Saidie asks. I look up at her. "I'm not sure…why?" I ask. She had a little too much hope in her voice when she asked me that. "Just wondering. I might have Kevin come over." She says. Kevin? Who the hell is Kevin? Last time I checked she was dating Derrick. Now it's Kevin? I swear I have the most promiscuous sister in all of Canada…then again I'm sort-of dating the most promiscuous guy in Canada.
"Fine, just keep your new flavor of the week out of my room." I say. She smiles. "Okay." She says before exiting. I sigh and shake my head just as Tommy appears in the studio, smiling. I give him a curious look. Why is he smiling? Buying condoms makes guys that happy? No, duh Jude. Buying condoms don't make guys happy. The thought of using the condoms makes them happy.
"Jude, Darius said he wanted to see you and me in his office." Tommy says, still smiling. Seeing Darius makes him happy? Wow my heart drops and I get nervous each time Darius tells me to see him in his office. In face I blame Darius for my lack of nails. And I also blame him for my nerve problems and my addiction to coffee.
"Okay…" I say as I stand up. Tommy smiles even wider and puts his hand on my lower back and walks in behind me as we walk out of the studio. He puts his hands on my hips and guides me in the opposite direction of Darius' office. Hmm I guess I should ask where we are going but I'll just stay quiet.
When we get to the end of a long hallway Tommy opens a closet door and gently pushes me in. He steps in, closing the door behind me. Okay maybe now would be a bad time to tell him that I'm a little clostiphobic and a little afraid of the dark. I feel his hands at my waist again, pulling me close to him. You know I think this might be a good remedy for my phobias.
I feel his lips on mine in less than two seconds. He walks backwards and stops when my back touches either the wall or door. He lifts me up, and I instinct fully wrap my legs around his body. Hmm loosing my virginity in a closet isn't sounding like a bad idea right now…………………
There is a long long long awaited update. I'm sorry. I didn't know it had been over a month since the last time I updated. I feel really bad. That's why I made this update 12 pages! I hope this makes up for it! please tell me what you think