I keep telling myself I am just dreaming, but every time I pinch myself, Tommy is still dead. How unrealistic is this? Tom Quincy, former member of Boyz Attack and a fantastic producer, is dead. Dead… D-e-a-d. It doesn't seem real.

"RING!"

Ugh. It's that lady from the hospital. She keeps calling, but I don't have the will power to bend forward. I don't even have the will power to live anymore.

(Knock, knock)

I bet you that's someone from the hospital coming to check if I am still alive. I force myself to lift from the couch, pick my phone up, and walk to the door.

I open slowly and my mouth drops at the site.

"Hey." He smiles weakly.

I might faint. I mean I might actually pass out.

"You going to let me in, girl?" He chuckles lightly then rubs his wound. I nod and open the door a little wider, letting him hobble in slowly.

"RING!" I look at my cell and it is the hospital, again. I'll answer this time, maybe they have an explanation for what I am witnessing right now.

"Hello?" I say.

"Ms. Harrison, please don't hang up. This is Nancy again, and I wanted to let you know Mr. Quincy has seemed to check himself out. If you see him can you please bring him back? He is in a critical conditions and the doctor wants him here for a week or two." I slightly smile to myself with relief.

"I'll do what I can do." Nancy says goodbye then hangs up.

I close the door and walk over to couch, in disbelief. Five minutes ago I wanted to die and now Tommy is here, living, and I just want to scream with happiness.

Tommy was already sitting in the Lay-Z Boy chair, my mom just recently bought, so I sat back on the sofa across from him.

"Tommy, how did you get here?" I pause, and then shake my head. "I don't even want to know, I'm just so glad you are alive!" Tommy coughs loudly, which to me kind of sounds like a fake cough, but maybe I could be wrong.

He looks me straight in the eye. "Thank you Jude." He says. I tilt my head.

"For what?" I ask.

"You kept me alive, Jude." I smile and stand up.

"We have to get you back to the hospital, Tommy. You're not quite ready to be home yet." He stands, also, and reaches for my hand.

"Can you not leave me this time?" I nod and tell him I won't leave his side for anything, and then we start to head for the door.

Hospital-20 minutes later

"Thank you, Ms. Harrison for bringing Mr. Quincy back to us." Nancy says as another nurse walks Tommy to his room.

I can not believe how weird this is turning out. I mean first Tommy is shot, and then I thought he was dead, but really he just left the hospital to come see me. Weird isn't it?

I walk over to Tommy's room and before I can even find a chair to sit in, the doctor comes in. "Ms. Harrison can I have a word with you?" He motions me to follow him into the hall.

"I'll be right back." I say to Tommy, who looks like he is dozing in and out of sleep. I follow the doctor into the hall.

"Hi!" He says pulling the mask thing he had over his mouth. My mouth drops as I stare into Landon's face.

"Leave me alone! You got what you wanted! I am no service to you anymore!" I hiss in a high pitched whisper. He scoffs rudely then puts a serious expression on his face.

"I'm not quite done with you, yet." He smiles slyly and brushes his hand across my cheek. "Just don't tell anymore people and we won't have a problem." I cross my arms and sigh. I have a feeling he is right.

"Fine, just please leave me alone." I step back a little, so he can't hit me without anyone knowing.

"Well I will be home tonight, I have to head over to my friends house, but I'll be back." He pauses and gets closer to my face. "If you don't come home, I'll personally kill you." He brightens his smiles and backs off. "Now run along." He scoots me towards Tommy's room.

"What did the doctor want?" Tommy asks slurring his words together a little. It sounded more like "What dah doctor-wat?"

"He just wanted to thank me for bringing you back." Yes, I know I lied, but I can't have Tommy get shot again.

Tommy smiles. "Come sit over here." He says. I walk over and sit in the chair next to his bed. "I have to ask you something." I nod. "Do you love me?" He asks. My eyes widen. What do I say? I don't know if I love him or not…

"Um, uh… Tommy…" I start, but he cuts into my sentence.

"It's a simple question that requires a simple answer. Do you love me or not?"

I break eye contact and drop my head. "No, Tommy, I don't love you… Well not in the sense you're talking about." I look up at him and he has that 'Why did I even ask the question' look.

"You can leave." He says turning his head from me.

"But you said you-"

"I know what I said, but I was wrong. You can leave." He orders me sharply. I stand up and nod, understanding that he didn't want me around anymore.

"I'll come check on you later." I say as I head for the door.

"Don't bother." He mumbles.

I fight back, what seemed like in-raging anger, to yell at him. Yell that I do love him, but can't tell him that. I just turn and stand at the door.

I check the hallway to make sure Landon isn't anywhere around.

Coast is clear. I start down that hall, but don't get very far. That picture of Tommy and how heartbroken he looked. I do love him, I really do… But I don't know if I can tell him.

I swerve around quickly in my attempt to tell Tommy the truth, when my cell rings. Well at least I know this time it isn't the hospital again.

"Hello?" I say flatly.

"Darius wants you at the studio in ten, urgent meeting." I hear Jamie's voice on the other end. I sigh heavily and turn around.

"I'll be there." I say and close my phone with aggressive force. I hate how they can just call and tell me to be somewhere when they (meaning Darius) want me to. It's rather annoying actually.

But of course I have absolutely no say in any of it, as usual.

G Major- 45 minutes later

"You're finally here." Jessica, Darius's overly snobby assistant, says.

"Sorry, I had to drive from Heritage." She rolls her eyes at me and points to the conference room.

I have the biggest urge to flick her off, but I contain my self and head towards the conference room.

"Sorry I'm a little late." I smile sheepishly as I scramble in the overly filled room.

"A little late?" Darius says skeptically.

"Okay a lot late, sorry." I mutter unpleasantly.

"Take a seat please." Darius commands. I do as I'm told and take the only seat available, which happens to be next to Jamie's. "Listen Jude, I talk to Tommy, and he says you didn't shoot him. So who did and where can we find him or her?"

I shrug. "I don't know."

"Jude you need to tell us what's going on. I know we may have drifted apart, but I certainly still care for you. And we want to know who did this to Tommy so that they don't do this to you." Jamie says with a small smile.

I look up at the rest of the conference room, every eye focused on me. I know what I have to do.

I shake my head. "I don't really know what happen. I didn't see the whole thing. I was only in the car… And, um, I heard a gunshot, and then some dude ran out of my house." I can not put everyone in this room in danger. I might be lying, and causing myself more nightmares, but I don't want 30 people dead, including myself.

Darius sighs and turns to Jessica, who had just recently entered the room.

"Tommy, supposedly, doesn't know what happen either. Apparently he was hallucinating for some part then a guy shot him and all went black. Hah. Unbelievable." He shakes his head and stands up. "This meeting is over."

I sit there for a moment, letting everything soak in. Tommy didn't tell? Maybe he didn't want to put anyone in danger either… Whatever his reasons were I am glad he didn't put himself back in danger.

2 weeks later

It's been a couple weeks now. Tommy is recovering surprisingly fast, so his physical therapist says. He'll be at work today and I pulled some strings and got him moved to my producer. Maybe then I can tell him how I really feel. I haven't seen him since that day at the hospital.

Landon is still around too. I decided to just go along with what he does, so that maybe he will get bored and leave. He hasn't been too bad lately. It's still hard though. I hate having to keep this from everyone.

Unfortunately I am on my way over to the studio now. Darius wants to talk to me again. I hope it isn't another interrogation, I don't know if I can handle it. One of these days I am going to crack and people are going to end up dead.

Luckily, though, I am getting all my homework from school (since Darius still doesn't want me to go home). When I say luckily I really mean "Man this sucks."

My mom and Sadie came home for a little last week. They stayed for a couple days, which was nice because Landon wasn't around those days. But then my mom had to fly back to Germany and Sadie had to get back to college.

Oh and guess what makes things ten million times worse? I still haven't found my locket, and its not that I haven't been looking, 'cause man I have turned the house upside down, but it is no where to be found. It makes it somewhat harder to open the locket, when I can't even find it.

Ah! This totally sucks. Well at least I am at G, where Landon can't harm me, and where, hopefully, I will be able to have some alone time with Tommy.

I park my crappy piece of meddle, that my mom calls a car, in the parking spot Georgia (Yes, Georgia-from my first year working here) gave me on my 16th birthday.

I pick up pace as I walk towards G. I want to get out of site as soon as possible, don't want Landon, if he is around, to see me.

I open the front doors of G Major and see Darius, some guy, and some girl staring at me with serious expressions.

"What's going on?" I ask as I set my keys and purse on the nearby table.

"Please sit Jude." Darius says and points to the chair they placed across from them. I sit and wait to hear what, I am still praying, isn't an interrogation.

"Jude," Darius starts. "Meet your new-new producer. I know you just recently changed Tommy to your "new" producer, but meet Mark." Darius says with a half smile on his smug face.

My mouth drops in disbelief. How can he give me a new producer?! I just got Tommy to be mine!

"But Tommy is my producer!" I whine. Darius shakes his head vigorously.

"No, no, no, no! I do not want you and Tommy together! There is something you two are refusing to tell me, and I will not support it by letting Tom be your producer! Tom is going to be Parker's producer and you are going to have to deal with Mark!" He stands, nods to Mark, and then marches off.

I look at Mark, and then at the girl who is sitting next to him, which is obviously Parker.

…Oh my gosh! Parker! Oh yeah, I remember her from when I found out Tommy still loved me. Oops, I sort of took Tommy from her. Man she must hate me.

"I know you don't want to work with me, but you're going to have to deal with it." Mark says in a deep voice. I shut my eyes and put my head in my hands

"Hey Parker, do you want to start working on that new song?" I hear come from behind me. I turn around and see Tommy standing a few feet away from him. He's slouching kind of and he has a crutch, but other then that he looks really good.

"Yeah!" Parker smiles happily.

Tommy doesn't even look at me before walking with Parker to studio A. Wait… Studio A is my studio. Ugh! She is stealing everything from me!

"Do you want to start working?" Mark asks as he stands up. I look up at him and how he is hovering over me with his very masculine body.

"Honestly, I'd rather walk on glass, and then swim in a bath of fresh lemon juice." I say as I, also, stand.

Wow Mark is really tall. Maybe like a foot or something taller then me. Hey, he isn't too bad looking. Brown shaggy hair, tan, lean, muscular body. Actually he is really hot! But wait… I have to hate him… He is coming in between Tommy and me.

"Just give me a chance." He smiles. I roll my eyes and start to walk towards studio B.

As I walking into the studio I see some guy messing with the CDs. Once I am fully in there I realize it is Landon!

"Hey cutie." He smiles wickedly.

"Why can't you leave me be when I am working?" I feel my heart lurch into my throat as he takes a step closer. I hear someone walk behind me, and Landon takes a few steps away from me and his wicked smile fades.

"What are you doing here, Landon? Thought you were at Coastal Carolina getting an education." Landon doesn't move a muscle. I turn around and see Mark hovering over me again.

"I, uh, was coming to, um, visit you. But I have this thing… At the place… And um… Bye." Landon stutters then rushes past Mark and me.

"You know Landon?" I ask, sounding a little skeptical.

"Yeah, he's my little brother." Wait, wait. Did I hear him right?

Landon's brother is my new producer?! Holy crap, I am first row on a roller coaster that I really don't want to be on…