The next morning Tommy woke up on the floor of his bathroom, his head about to explode. He grabbed the toilet bowl and pulled himself into a sitting position.

"Look who's finally alive," Sadie said.

"Sadie, no yelling," he said, pressing his hands over his ears. "What are you doing here?"

"You mean you don't remember?" she said, putting her hands on her hips.

He solemnly shook his head and looked up at her. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen Sadie Harrison so pissed off before, and he honestly couldn't remember what happened last night.

"You," she said, poking him in the chest, "got drunk off your ass last night."

"Yeah I kind of figured that when I woke up with a headache the size of Canada."

"Shut-up Tommy. You went down to Jude's prom, confessed your love for her, and that's not even the worst part, you puked on her dress in front of everyone," she yelled, throwing a tabloid at him, with the headline of, "Ex-boybander Confesses Love to Instant Star."

"Oh God, I bet she hates me."

"Damn right she hates you, and you deserve every single thing you're going to get."

"I have to go talk to her," he said, wobbly standing up and grabbing a shirt from the hamper.

"I don't think so," Sadie said, standing in front of the door.

"Sadie, move."

"I don't think so. You're not going to cause her any more pain before she leaves."

"What do you mean, before she leaves?"

"She's moving to L.A. after graduation. And I hope to hell she meets someone who will make her forget about your sorry ass!"

Tommy made a mental note to never, ever, piss Sadie off again, especially when he had a hangover. "Why is she leaving?"

"Isn't it obvious? she's leaving because of you!"

Tommy winced at her shrill voice. "Sadie, insdie voice, please."

Sadie left the doorway and grabbed her keys off the table.

"Where are you going?"

"To my apartment to get some sleep, considering I was up all night with you. Oh, and Tommy, stay the hell away from my sister," she said, as she slammed the door behind her.

Tommy whipped the tabloid against the door and paced around the room. "Damn it! How could I have been so stupid?"

"It's always been something you've been pretty good at," a feminine voice came from the door.

Tommy turned around to see his older sister standing in the doorway. "What are you doing here Jersey?"

"Wanted to visit my favorite brother."

"Only brother," he corrected. "What do you want?"

"Remind me not to talk to you when you're hungover," she said, walking over to the counter to pour herself a cup of coffee. "I was in town okay, just thought I'd stop by. I haven't seen you in awhile."

"You know why I haven't seen you."

"No not really."

"You know I hate the states."

"No, you just don't want to see Mom and Dad."

"You know nothing about that, Jersey! You were at college when everything happened."

Jersey shrugged off his statement and picked up the tabloid from the wood floor. "Thomas, please tell me you didn't hurt that little red-head again," she said, reading the table of contents.

"She's blonde now," he muttered.

She walked behind him and hit him upside the head with the rolled-up magazine.

"Ouch! Come on Jersey, have a little sympathy for a guy who has a major hangover."

She ignored him as she skimmed over the article. "For what you did, you deserve to be hit with a frying pan!"

"I was drunk!"

"No excuse Tom. You ruined one of the most special nights in a girl's life."

"I screwed up, okay! You don't think I know I screwed up?"

"Well if you didn't, you'd be insanely dense little brother."

Tommy leaned back in his chair and put his hand over his eyes.

"You're going to have to suck up a lot in order to get her back."

"I know," he said irratably.

"Don't get mad at me, you're the one who screwed up."

"Jersey, just shut-up."

"I'm going to leave you here, by yourself, and I'm going to go down to G Major, talk to some old friends, maybe meet some new ones," she said with a glimmer in her eyes.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Just go sleep your hangover off," she said, walking out the door.

"Jersey is that you?" Kwest asked when he saw the tall brunette walk into G Major.

"Of course it's me," she said, giving Kwest a quick hug. "Heard you had a nice night, courtesy of my brother."

"Yeah, Jude's not in yet, so I'm guessing she's taking it kind of hard."

"I don't blame her, but if I were her, Tommy would be dead."

"I'm kind of dreading their next encounter," he confessed.

"I'm planning to be gone by that time."

"Just be glad you have that freedom. I don't."

"Want a pity party?" she joked.

Kwest laughed. Jersey hadn't changed much at all. She still had long brown hair, blue eyes, legs that went on forever, and a smart mouth. "Hey now, you've never seen them fight, it's not pretty to say the least."

"Well, I'm somehow guessing the new hit single, Flat on the Floor, is a result of one of their fights?"

"Pretty much, and if I know Jude, he's not going to get off so easy this time. So, how long are you in town for?"

"I'm not really sure I guess. Few days, maybe a couple weeks, all depends on how long I can put up with Tommy."

Jude woke up that morning, hoping the previous night had been a bad dream, but she knew everything had happened. She felt like crying, but she told herself she had done more than enough of that last night. Kwest had calmed her down, taken her home, and stayed with her until she had fallen asleep.

She lifted her head up to look at her alarm clock and groaned, she was supposed to have been at the studio over an hour ago. She quickly ripped the bobby pins out of her matted hair and went to take a shower.

She stood on the steps of G Major and took a deep breath. She was determined to put on a bubbly, cherry outside, even though inside, she was breaking apart. On her way here, she'd seen the tabloids, and not only that, Tommy had called four times.

"Hey," Mason said softly, as he came up beside her.

"Hi," she said, staring at the G Major logo.

"Sorry about last night. Want to talk about it?"

She violently shook her head. "No, not now at least."

"That's fine. How about we go inside?" he asked, as he heard her cell ring. After the fourth ring, he looked at her. "Are you going to answer that?"

"Wasn't planning on it. It's Tommy, and it's the fifth time he's called this morning. You'd think he'd get the hint."

Mason wasn't quite sure what to say so he reached for her arm and led her into the building.

"Hey Jude," Kwest greeted warmly, walking away from Jersey.

"Hi," she said, pulling him aside. "He's not here is he?"

"No, not yet at least."

"Good," she said softly.

Kwest walked back over to Jersey and brought her towards Jude. "Jude, this is Jersey Kiante, Jersey, Jude Harrison."

"It's nice to finally meet you," Jersey said, shaking Jude's hand.

Jude had a puzzled look on her face. She'd seen those eyes before, they were Tommy's eyes. "You look familiar," she said slowly.

Jersey opened her mouth to explain, but Kwest beat her to it. "She's Tommy's older sister."

"Unfortunately," she added. "And if it means anything, I think he's an ass for what he did."

Jude smiled, she had a feeling Jersey and her were going to have a wonderful friendship.

Update finally I know lol...