AN: Thanks to tommysmy21, Rachel, and Tanya for reviewing. I know I haven't posted in a while, but I thought I'd get more than just 3 reviews. That makes me really bummed :o(! Anyway, here's the next chapter. I had another version saved, but I accidentally deleted it. So this is what I remember of it. I just know it used to be a lot better, and longer, but this is all I can remember of it. Let me know what you think, even if it's just to say "This sucks!"

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Instant Star and the characters. Then Tommy'd be all mine!

Chapter 30: If Every Day Could Be Like This…

By the time I got back, Jude was up and toasting some Pop-Tarts.

"Is that all you ever eat?" I laughed as the Pop-Tarts popped up, and Jude responded by taking them out and biting into one.

"Mmm…it's crazy good," Jude quipped, quoting the Pop-Tarts slogan.

I bent down to kiss her, and she tasted like strawberry. "You're right," I said, wiping away the additional crumbs.

When she'd finished eating them, I took her out to a nice little Italian restaurant for lunch. We spent the afternoon going downtown and visiting flea markets, where Jude said she'd find the best stuff to fill up my place.

"Kat would kill for this outfit," Jude said, holding up an . I had to admit, I liked the cream-colored silk skirt that was embroidered in black and beaded with big-and-little jet paillettes. The border was designed with squiggly flowers sprouting up all around the hemline, and it had a yoke waist with a zipper in the back.

I looked around for some posters or art that had musical influences, such as a picture of a guitar, or better yet, old Beatles memorabilia. Surprisingly, it did.

When Jude and I went to pay, the lady looked at Jude closely. "Hello, dear. Aren't you lucky to have your husband pay for you?" I glanced at Jude, wondering what she'd say.

"I am," Jude said. She looked not at all uncomfortable at the lady's mistake. Jude chatted with the woman as she added up all the items Jude had with her.

"I hope you don't mind, dear, but what's your name?" the lady asked, when she was looking over the Beatles items.

Jude blushed, then said, "I'm Jude. My dad was a huge Beatles fan."

"So am I," the lady responded. She told us that she'd gone to more than a few Beatles concerts in her day, and she'd gotten married, had children who grew up and moved away, and she'd had to sell her prized possessions after her husband passed away.

Jude and I stood there, stunned at how brave and courageous this woman was, even in spite of losing her husband.

"Now, don't you worry about me, I'll be alright. I'd gladly give away all of this if I could get one more day with my husband. I'm just glad he knew how much I loved him before he went. And I hope you do two do the same." The woman smiled at the both of us, her eyes twinkling.

"Thanks for everything, ma'am," I said, not knowing what to call her.

"Oh, don't call me that, that's what I used to call my grandmother," she laughed. It sounded like little bells ringing. "My name's Anne."

"Thanks again, Anne, for everything," we said to her again before we left.

We went back to my place to drop off everything, then changed to go out for dinner. Jude insisted on a French restaurant, knowing that they'd serve my favorite dish, tortiere. It was her way of thanking me for everything that had happened that day.

We talked, laughed, and fed each other, oblivious to everyone around us. We were in love, and nothing would ever change that.

After we finished dinner, we went back to my place, and curled up together to watch a movie. I popped in Jude's favorite, and the two of us snuggled close together. We must've gotten really comfortable, because the next thing I knew, I was dreaming about my life with Jude.

AN: So, what'd you think? Please let me know, OK? If it sounds good, tell me. If it sucks, tell me. And if I sound blocked, tell me. Just tell me something…anything…OK?