A/N - Hey you guys..I had another allergic reaction today so here I am..I got to write a little bit. Thanks so much for the reviews, they make me so happy you have no idea. You guys are the best and I hope you like the chappy..I don't think it's that great but..eh..(shrugs) please review and tell me what you think? Love you guys!

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Chapter 20 - One down, two to go

Jude's Pov -

So after we all grab our bags and head inside..the fun really starts.

"Oh I love it here." Mason started, looking around.

"It's too far away from the city." Jason said, shrugging and throwing his bags down on the couch.

Tommy stood near the door, staring out the window at the field and the horses that still remained in the stables.

"I use to live in the country, I actually grew up not too far from here." Mason said happily.

"Explains alot.." Jason muttered.

"It's especially gorgeous when the sun is about to set. You have clear view of the evening sky and it's..just..wow." Mason says, getting a dazed look on his face.

"Sorry to interrupt this oh so important conversation but..Jude and I have work to do so..we need to get our things put up so we can start." Tommy said coldly as he turned toward us.

"About that..we only have two rooms." I say..scared of what kind of problems that could cause.

"Two rooms?" Mason asks.

"Yeah..Sadie and I shared a room and my parents had their room when we came up here." I continue.

"That's fine. I'll bunk with Popstar and Mason and you can share a room." Jason says to Tommy. Tommy gives him a look.

"I could share a room with Jude." Mason says, shrugging.

"Oh you'd love that cowboy, wouldn't ya?" Jason says, giving Mason a back off look. Okay..I suddenly feel like a piece of property being fought over. And don't get me wrong..any other time I'd probably be flattered, but this is the Quincy boys and Mason..It just doesn't work.

"Jude can have a room to herself. I'll sleep on the couch and Mason and Jason can share a room." Tommy said. Well..he did that well.

"You want me to share a room with country boy?" Jason asked, looking at Tommy like he was crazy. Mason narrowed his eyes at Jason before shaking his head.

"It's fine. I'll sleep on the couch and you two can share the room." Poor Mason...he should've known what it was going to be like if he came.

Tommy nodded and continued towards the hallway with his bags.

"Which room?" He asked, once in front of a door.

"Just go in there..It's mine and Sadies old room." I say. I could swear I saw a slight smile form before he opened the door and walked in..this was going to be interesting.

Jason followed him inside and I continued to my parents old room. I kind of didn't want to go in there..I mean I don't mind that Tommy and Jason were in my old room, but my parents left a few family pictures and personal items in their room..I don't want to be reminded of the past. I don't want to be reminded of things when they were actually sane.

But..what can I do?

I go in and place my bags on one side of the bed and start to take out a few things that I know I'll need for today, which isn't that much.

As soon as I have everything I need unpacked I decide to finally set my attention to the rest of the room. I was right..photos, clothing, oh my god..theres a picture I drew a long time ago.

I walk over and grab it off of the dresser counter.

It's a picture of me, Sadie, My mom, and dad. Wow..I really sucked at drawing..well..I haven't really gotten any better to tell you the truth.

I sigh and lay the picture back where it was and turn toward the mirror hanging over another one of the dressers in the room. Antique..cracked..weird looking. Freaskish, actually.

"Jude?" I nearly jump out of my skin when hearing my name.

"Oh..yeah hey." It's Tommy. I swear that guy could sneak up on anything or anyone without them knowing it.

"Ready?" He asks. He still has that cold and distant sound. I hate it. I kind of deserve it though..

"Yeah..just let me get my guitar." I say.

"Meet me outside." He says.

I nod and walk over to my guitar case.

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"Too fast." He says, leaning back in his chair. I take a deep, annoyed breath and strum the guitar slower and sing a few words.

"Too slow." He says as if it's nothing. Now I'm starting to think he's doing this on purpose.

"Tommy I've sang this every way possible." I say.

"I don't feel it." He says, shrugging. God..I wish I could knock that smug look off of his face because it's seriously irritating me.

"Don't feel it?" I ask.

He shrugs again.

"The lyrics..they're off. I want to know how you feel..and you're lyrics sound like every other song you've ever written. I want new and I want emotion..I want pure and raw." He says.

I really don't think he wants pure and raw..

"Tell me a story." He continues. I look down at my guitar and bite my lip. In every one of my songs I have told a story. Our story..it's complicated chemistry,..but it's still there.

"Tell me your story." He finishes.

Heh..he's seriously asking for it.

"Okay.." I say.

I once again start playing around with a few chords on the guitar and finally settle on a stedy melody. He wants raw..here goes raw.

"Everytime we get closer you push me away

I'm so tired of being prepared to break

Everything repeats, and we're back to nothing

Just tell me if you want me, that's all I want to know

Tell me if this is worth it, or another dead end road,"

I sing without looking up. He wanted raw and he wanted real...I wonder if this is real enough for him,..but I don't want to see his eyes. Don't want to see his thoughts. Too scared to see through him.

"I'd give up everything for you

Is that enough? I think it's too real for you

Are you scared of needing me? I'm scared of being me

Scared of reality- posessing these feelings,

And I've...tried to hate you

I'd..love to hate you

But I..get lost inbetween..

Somewhere else and me."

I'm probably not even making sense right now. But as they say..the best songs don't make sense. The best songs are poetic and mysterious. What could you say about mine? It's everything I want to say..but I can't..so I sing it instead.

"You once told me you needed me

Said I was everything

So tell me something?

How am I that easy to give up?

You forced me into this corner

This chamber, I now call home

Surrounded by my broken dreams

Everything I've wanted all along,"

It's not really a way to finish a song..to finish anything, actually. It works, though.

I finally look at Tommy and he has his head towards the horses again.

"One down. Two to go." He says and I can't help but smile...I take it he liked it.

A/N - So? How was it?..I don't know when the next chappy will be out..depends if I have any homework over the weekend and how busy I am. I'll try to update as quickly as possible though :) please review.