A/N: Here's the next part. Things should be picking up soon. I didn't mention this in the last post but when this occurs :fill in the blank: it just means an action. So on to the story. Thanks again: )

Chapter 2: Revelations and Suspicions

Jude POV G-Major, Toronto

My album's done so there's not really much for me to do around here, at least for now, but I'm finding the hustle and bustle of G-Major comforting in my somewhat depressive state. Besides, if Darius decides to set me up with interviews or some sort of album promotion thing I'll be here and ready!

:Gurgle:

Ugh…what time is it? 2 o'clock. I think my stomach just sent me the signal to let me know its ok to eat. I think I'll go look for A & R boy and see if he's feeling lunch.

I saw him in studio C with Kwest. I figured this is where I'd find him since he's pretty much serious with Patsy.

"Hey boys!" I said sitting down in a swivel chair.

"Jude! To what do we owe this pleasure?" Jamie asked in that Jamie-esque way.

With my best smile, "Well I figured since Patsy's recording we could grab some lunch at Pizza-Pizza down the street. What do ya say?"

"Well…" cue my pouty face.

"Please?"

"Okay, Okay! Just don't look at me like that."

Score! That face always works with him. Jamie told Patsy what was up and we were off to the pizza place where Jamie, Kat, and I used to go to all the time.

Lunch was going well. Jamie was telling me how well Patsy was doing and about a few other bands he was looking into that could possibly be the new and improved Nirvana type band. Somewhere around here I sort of started tuning Jamie out. I didn't mean to, but the table next to us was taking pictures. It looked like it was the little girls birthday or something and they took her out for a small lunch.

I'm having thoughts about last night. I feel this rock hard thing settle in my stomach. All I think about are the flashes in my eyes. Ut-Oh. Jamie stopped talking. He's looking at me funny. Oh no, please don---

"Jude, tell me what's wrong. I've known you for almost ever. I know all your faces that you make. I know when you're worried, scared, and sad, and---

"Jamie it's just Tommy." I tried to cut him off from going on some tangent but it didn't stop him.

"No Jude. It's not just Tommy. You're much too strong to let just one guy get to you, no matter what." He's just staring at me now. I'm ashamed and embarrassed to tell him what I think definitely happened. Before I begin to look down and become overly interested in my shoes, Jamie gets a new look. A look that if we were on TV a light bulb would appear above his head and light up with a noise and everything just clicks in his head.

"Oh no, Jude, you didn't do anything with that guy Mason thought was hot did you?"

I tried to play it off like I didn't know anything about a guy. He gave me a look that was just screaming "cut the crap." So him being Jamie, I remembered I can trust him with anything and sighed. Before I knew it, I was telling him everything I had told Kwest earlier that day, except I included what I'm positive happened with the pictures.

"Jude, I think if pictures were really taken of you lying on a bed drunk, they'd sell for pretty big bucks at this point, and he knows who you are. I think that he'll try to get money from you, or at least that's what I would do if I was some college guy and wanted money. And plus, that's what happens in movies." He added on a small chuckle trying to lighten the mood. People are trying to do that a lot today. I just smirked.

"But, I think you should give Darius a heads up. Be honest with him. It might be easier for you later on if he knows now just in case something does happen."

"Jamie, he just told me I was getting a second chance this morning, and only because I hit number one. What happens if he just up and fires me right then and there?"

"You'll never know until you try. And I think because you hit number one he won't be so quick to fire you." Jamie and his smart logicalness-is that a word? Can I make it one?

Jamie winked at me. I smiled at him. What he just said to me reminded me of Tommy. I think Jamie will be as successful as him one day.

"Well, its 3:30, we should probably head back so I can tell Darius about last nights excursion."

"I'm proud of you Jude."

Jamie put his arm around me and I finally found myself thinking that maybe this won't be so bad.

One hour, and a headache and a half later, and I was eating my own words.

"Jude, how could you be so…so…so…IMMATURE!" Darius hollered. "This is the second time this year we've had a drunken incident with you! What am I supposed to do with you?"

I wasn't sure if he wanted me to talk this time. I've tried before but he's just shut me down. He's staring at me. I'll take that as "Jude explain yourself" time. I buckled…I started to cry as soon as I began to talk.

"I didn't mean to Darius! I was already upset last night at the party and then Liam started talking to me and he just made it worse by getting aggravated with me. And my emotions just got the better of me. I broke down and let myself be taken advantage of. And I just told you now because I thought it would be better than you being surprised later on if this guy actually decides to do something." I finally just curled up in the chair with my head in my hands.

All the sudden Darius was holding me. Telling me to "just breathe" and "shh, everything will be alright." Once I finally calmed down a bit after my sudden realization of how serious this could be and my mini break down number 2, Darius started talking to me like a person again instead of baby.

"Look Jude. This is serious, but maybe I came down a bit too hard. It's just that you were behaving so well and doing great for such a long time, that my expectations were let down a little by this, and I snapped. I'm still very upset about this. I'm not goanna fire you on the spot." He's actually kind of laughing now. How the hell can he laugh? I'm scared out of my wits!

"There's no way I'm goanna fire a money maker. But we'll deal with this for real when the time comes. Till then, as your punishment you can help out around the studio for free since your album is done, and you can do whatever it is I need you to do. Maybe you'll find some inspiration if I asked you to mop the bathroom floors :laughs loudly: I can see it now another original by Jude Harrison, 'Mopping the Bathroom Blues.'" He's smirking evilly.

Maybe if I cry again he'll take it back. Oh well, you do the crime, you do the time so they say. "I can take that." I said kind of smiling, it was sorta funny.

I was almost at the door when I turned around and ran to Darius to give him a hug.

"Thanks, for everything. I'm not sure if I deserve what you're doing or what you will do for me when the time comes, but thanks."

"Girl, everyone makes mistakes, some more than others," he nudges me and I smirk, "but you're it, you are a star, and because I'm the Big D, everything will be aight."

I nod my head and smile. Darius is a good guy. I'm glad he's around for the most part. As I'm leaving, my thought that got trashed a while ago is now back. Maybe things won't be so bad and the future will only be brighter.

Tommy POV in Montana (still)

I'm in my make shift room at my sister's house, the cell is fully charged, and I'm just about ready to call her. Of course with the luck I have, I'm interrupted. However, instead of Laney landing on me it's none other than Dane, the slightly younger version of me except a bit more stubborn.

Dane's 22 and seriously almost exactly like me now that I think about it. Dark hair, good taste in music, charming, only difference is green eyes and once he gets an idea he becomes passionate about it and doesn't drop it. He's like Leslie in that respect. See, I'm passionate about my ideas, but I know when to let go, something those two never really learned.

"Whatcha up to Tom?" I know he's up to something. It's only a matter of time. Hmm…let's tease him, drag it out, he needs some sort of punishment for interrupting me when I was finally ready to call my girl.

"Nothing much, just lying down." I reply casually.

A small silence passes. "Well don't you want to know what I'm up to?" Inside my head I'm chuckling, he hates it when he doesn't get attention no matter what the situation is.

"Nor particularly," I said with a slight smirk.

"Alright, fine Tom, you want to be an ass when I have something I really want to talk about, then fine, I'll go." He turns to leave.

That jerk, he knows I can't drop it now. He has my interest piqued; sometimes I'm such a girl. Ugh. I'll just play the good older brother part.

"Wait, hold on :sigh: you don't have to go. Sit down and tell big bro what's on your mind."

Dan reluctantly sits down. "Something doesn't feel right. And I don't know what it is. It just seems like everyone's off."

"Well Dane, our sister passed away, mom and dad lost a daughter, Laney lost a mom, and well Darren lost a wife. It's hard, and people are just grieving." I kind of shrug. I makes sense to me; at least this is what my mom told me when I was busy "over analyzing."

"Mom said the same thing. But I honestly think it's more than that. I'm not saying it's everyone, just some people."

On a small laugh, "And what would make you think this about some of those people?" My interest is definitely at an all time high. I'm not goanna let is show though. Everytime I have it's like I encourage him and he follows through with his idea and gets in trouble. So did I because I "encouraged" him. When you're older you just automatically get in trouble for your younger siblings, just because. I always hated that. But so far everytime we've gotten in trouble, it's been for a good cause because he's usually right. Oh wait he's ready to start talking again.

"I might've been snooping around and found something."

Oh geez, he's not serious is he? "Dane! Why are you trying to do this now? Whatever you're thinking, please just drop it out of respect for our sister, just for now."

I put my head down and started shaking it in a "no" fashion. Do I wanna know? Yes. Do I want to get yelled at by my mother at the age of 24? Hell no. Do you know how embarrassing that is? Besides it's true. If its goanna cause trouble he should just cool it for a while, solely out of respect.

"Wow Tom, I though you would be the first to want to know about my discovery seeing as how you like the guy just about as much as I do."

FREEZE-FRAME! Is he insinuating what I think he is?

"What are you talking about?" Ever have one of those moments when you know you're asking for trouble, but you just can't seem to stop yourself? This is one. "Are you trying to tell me you think Darren is up to something?"

"No Tommy, I'm telling you that he was up to something and now he's trying to cover his ass."

My jaw fell open. I can feel it. Dane's getting up and walking away. I'm at a loss for words. I don't even what to think about what's going on through that head of his. Why can't my life just be relatively normal? I need my sanity. I really have to call Jude.

Dane turns around right at the door. "Leslie's funeral is tomorrow. Mom wants to get life back to 'normalcy' or whatever. Dinner's in another hour." He's gone.

Wow, sometimes I despise family. Where's Toronto?

A/N: The phone call is goanna be in the next part, or at least at the very end. I don't own anything from Instant Star or the restaurant that Jude and Jamie go to. Pizza-Pizza is a pizza place that I went to a lot when I was in Toronto a few months ago, and I really liked it, so I put it in the story. Keep reading another update might be out either later on tonight or tomorrow. Thanks to those who reviewed again, it means a lot. : )