A/N: I know it's been awhile. Sorry. But here is another chapter. :D

Like the previous couple of chapters, this one practically wrote itself.

I was a little worried about it, but I think overall it's pretty decent. I wrote practically all of it during my math class. Funnn times.

I hope you guys like it!

Some fightin' words, but some Jommy too! Real Jommy this time, I promise.

Anyway, this fic should have about four more chapters...I want to make it to twenty minus the stupid author's note/prologue thing. So it's almost done. :D

BTW, if you read 'Back At Your Door,' I am gonna start the last chapter tomorrow; writing that is. Then I'll post and I will have my first completed fan fic. YAY ME:D

But really, I want to keep this one up because I'm more of a humor girl, at last I need the humor rather than the drama right now. :D

I think that's it.

Oh, sorry about the last post and how there were no divisions for the sections. I forgot, but this time I didn't. Promise.

Now I'm done.

HAPPY READING!!!

Jude sat in Studio A waiting for Tommy. She pulled her notebook out of her purse and began to write. Anything to get her mind off of yesterday and how she was going to fuel her performance that night, especially since her inspiration at the moment had turned himself from an ex-boybander to Prince Charming. How she was going to fake those feelings for 'So Damn Clever', she didn't know.

"Dude, what's with the face?"

"What?" Jude said, turning to face Spied who walked in.

Spied stared at her for a second and then opened his mouth. "Nope. Nevermind. It looks like that all the time. My bad."

She threw the nearest object she could find, barely missing Spied's head. It was a good thing for him since she had thrown her car keys.

"Whoa, Dude. Keep the peace."

"Yeah yeah," she said, returning to her notebook.

"No, but seriously. What's wrong?" Spied said as he sat beside her in the next chair.

"Why do you think something's wrong?" she said, not looking up from her notebook.

"You only write in purple when you're in that kind of mood."

"Oh," Jude said, looking up at Spied.

"I did date you, remember?"

"I'm trying very hard to forget. Thanks for the reminder."

"I'll let that slide."

"Thanks," she said returning her focus to her writing.

"So…you gonna tell me or am I gonna have to tickle it out of you?"

Jude's head popped up and in one fluid movement of her legs pushed her chair away from Spied. "Funny Vincent. Not happening."

"You know, I thought that would have shot me down, but it only fuels my fire. You'd better run, Harrison."

"No, Spied," she said, trying to get out of her chair, only to fall over it.

"Oh yeah…."Spied said, getting out of his chair, brushing his hands together in an evil demeanor.

Jude ran behind the glass into the live room and stood against the opposite wall, waiting for Spied. Spied came at her as she decided to run. He threw his arms around her from behind and pulled her to floor, where he started to move his fingers all over the sides of Jude's body, making her laugh loudly and breath heavily.

"Spppppiieeeeedd….Stoooooooppppppp."

"Say Spied is a guitar god," Spiederman said as he continued to make her laugh in pain.

"Noooo…" Jude said, shaking her head, as she closed her eyes, trying desperately to think about something other than the tickling.

"Say it. Or I'm not gonna stop," Vincent said in a sing-song voice.

Jude opened her eyes, letting the tears from her laughter travel down her face. She truly looked at Spied for the first time since she had gotten to G Major and was surprised.

"Spiedddd. Is. A. Guitar. God."

"Thank you, Harrison. You know just how to beef up a man's confidence," Spied said, holding out his hand for Jude.

"You're welcome," Jude said, as she grabbed Spied's hand so he would help her up, "By the way, I think you need some more make-up remover on your left eye. Got a lot of sparkly blue eye shadow left, you know."

Spied's right hand immediately let go of Jude's and send her falling back to the floor. He rubbed his left eye as the speaker in the live room went off.

"I hear a lot of lip smacking, but not a lot working, Harrison."

"Tommy," Jude said, as she looked up to the glass window.

"The one and only," Quincy said.

"I think I should go, Jude," Spied said, trying to cover up his eye.

"Um, yeah, Spied. I need to talk to Tommy anyway," Jude said, getting up off the floor.

Jude watched as Spied walked through Studio A to the kitchen and grabbed Mason. The pair walked straight into the men's bathroom. 'Strange,' Harrison thought to herself. Jude walked out of the live room and sat next to Quincy in the control room.

"So," Tommy said.

"Yeah."

"Jude, are we okay?" Tommy wondered.

Jude nodded her head. "For the most part, yeah."

"Good," Tommy said as he put a CD into the mixing board.

"Tommy," Jude started.

"Yeah, Girl?" Tommy said, turning to face Jude.

"What are we?"

"You mean?" Tommy's eyes displayed his meaning.

"Yeah."

"I don't know. I mean, I know you said we're good and all, I just. I don't want to rush things because I don't want there to be an opportunity for me to hurt you again," he confessed.

"Me neither," Jude breathed.

"So we can take it slow?"

"Slow is good," Jude agreed.

"But fast is better."

"Do you always interrupt other people's conversations?" Jude said, turning to the entrance of Studio A.

"I do what I can," Karma said, smiling.

"I bet," Jude said, throwing Karma a dirty look.

"Girls-" Tommy started, trying to stop whatever catfight that was going to ensue.

Jude turned her face towards Tommy. "Don't Girl me, Quincy. Take care of your artist."

"Jude!" Tommy exclaimed.

Karma only smiled. "Thanks Jude. I need MY producer back."

Jude looked at Karma. "Have him. I don't need him," she said, as she eyed Tommy, "I've got the real thing waiting for me."

"Kwest learned from the best," Karma said, walking behind Tommy.

"Yeah, but at least he didn't keep all of his bad habits. He doesn't run when I need him."

"Jude!" Tommy yelled, trying desperately to keep Jude from running her mouth.

Karma scoffed. "Oh cry me a river, Avril. Get over it. He's here now, isn't he?"

Jude's face turned stone cold. "Yeah, and he's all yours."

"Jude!" Tommy said, as he finally jumped out of his chair to calm her down, his eyes pleading with her.

"Forget it, Quincy," she said as she turned and walked out of Studio A.

"Hey little sister," Sadie said as she plopped down onto the couch next to Jude.

Jude rolled her eyes then took a deep breath. "Look Sades, I'm not in the mood for whatever bone you need to pick with me."

Sadie's eyes widened. "Earth to Jude. I'm not gonna pick a bone with you," she said, getting off the couch, read to walk away, "God, get over yourself."

Jude grabbed Sadie's hand, looking up at her as tears started to form. "Sadie…"

"What's the matter?" Sadie asked as she saw the tears spill over Jude's eyes.

"Everything."

"Maybe if you elaborate I can help you," Sadie said, sitting down next to her sister again.

"I hate Karma. I hate Karma. I feel like a broken record. I know she just says stuff to piss me off, but this time. I think it was because Tommy-" Jude started.

"This is about Tommy, Jude? Screw him."

"Sade, calm down. Let me finish."

"Sorry," Sadie said, sheepishly.

"Tommy just sat there and let her say all these things. Like he agreed with her. All he could say was Jude!"

Sadie sighed. "Tommy is Tommy, Jude. Nothing is going to change that."

"Yeah, I know."

Sadie took a deep breath. "So, you and Tommy, huh?"

Jude shook her head. "Nope."

Sadie scoffed. "That's not what your text said."

Jude looked Sadie in the eyes. "What text?"

Sadie showed Jude the text that she supposedly sent her the previous day.

"I never sent that to you."

"It came from your phone."

"I know. I-Oh," Jude said, realization hitting her.

"What?" Sadie asked.

"It was him."

"And I said, what?"

"He is so dead," Jude said getting off the couch and heading to the Studio A to kill Tommy.

­"Karma, do it again. Faster," Tommy said into the mic.

"I feel like a freakin' Energizer Bunny, Tom," Karma whined as she stood in the live room in front of Tommy.

"Do it again!" Tommy reiterated.

"God, are you still upset?"

"About what?"

"My little confrontation with your Girl."

"Leave Jude out of this!" Tommy exclaimed.

Karma smiled. "So I hit a hot button."

"Karma, again!" Tommy yelled angrily.

"Whatever, Lord Squinty Frown," Karma stated, rolling her eyes.

"Karma!"

"Waste my time…waste my time…"

­­­­­­­­"Jude!" Mason shouted from the kitchen.

"Jude!"

"What!" Jude yelled as Mason pulled her away from her hunt.

"What's with the snapping?" Mason let go of Jude's arm.

"Sorry. I am on a mission to kill."

"What?" Mason asked, confused.

"I am going to kill Lil' Tommy Q," Jude said, as she got a faraway look in her eyes, "I can hear it now, hoards of BoyzAttack fanatics weeping in the distance."

"Jude, I think you're certifiable," Mason stated.

"Not yet, but I will be," Jude said as she walked away from Mason.

"Tommy, I need her," Portia resounded as Karma sang her 14th take of 'Waste My Time.'

"Take her. She's driving me up the walls," Tom said, exhausted.

"Playing favorites?" Portia asked exasperatedly.

"Excuse me?" Tommy said, looking away from Karma.

"Just because she isn't Jude doesn't mean she's doing anything wrong."

"Portia. Honestly."

"I am being honest, but seeing as that isn't your forte, I guess you wouldn't know it when you see it."

Tommy roughly turned his chair back to face the live room. "Karma. You have fitting!"

Karma stopped singing and took off her head phones. "Thank god. Clothes. Something I can get right the FIRST time."

"Karma!" Tommy exclaimed.

"I'm out," Karma stated as she walked into the control room.

"Let's go, Karma," Portia said as she brushed by an angry Jude.

"Is this your way of making us work?" Jude asked.

Tommy tried to lessen the headache that had just overcome him. "Huh?"

"I think if I remember correctly, your exact words were: You. And. Me. Are. Going. To. Work,'" Jude said, pointedly, getting in Tommy's face like he had done when he said those words to her.

"Yes, they were. I stand by them still," Quincy stated, his breath blowing against Jude's skin.

Jude backed up. "Figures. So you text Sadie to make sure your plan works?"

"That was part of it. Why are you so upset?" Tommy wondered.

"Why am I upset?!"

"Yeah."

"Geez, Tommy, I don't know. First, you leave. Then, you come back, thinking we can work again like before. Then, you make me lose a day of work so we can play at Chuck E.'s. Then when Karma comes and interrupts us, you just sit there, like your ass was super-glued to your chair!" Jude yelled.

"Is that what this is about? That I didn't say anything to back you up!" Tommy exclaimed, jumping out of his chair.

"No. It's the fact that you aren't on my side. Ever. Fight for me, Tommy. How hard is that?" Jude questioned, closing the space between Quincy and her.

"It's harder than you think when you're fighting for someone who can handle herself pretty damn well."

"I-" Jude started, taken aback.

"Jude, I want to fight for you, but it seems like every time I get the chance, you pull out some sumo wrestler move and I fall flat on my ass, looking the idiot who can't see you need me," Tommy confessed, never taking his eyes off of Jude.

Jude's eyes started to twinkle and she smiled. "Sumo wrestler, huh?"

"Yeah, born and raised," Tommy stated, nodding.

"You know I need you sometimes. And I don't mean for you to always fall on your ass."

"I know. Thanks."

"Cause you know I happen to like your ass."

Tommy smiled widely. "I knew you were a closeted-Tommy Q butt lover."

Jude's eyes widened. "That sounds gross, you know."

Tommy sheepishly looked away. "Yeah, it sounded better in my head."

"Most things do, Quincy."

Tommy looked back at Jude, feigning a shocked face. He completely closed the space between the pair.

"Take that back, Harrison," Tommy said as he grabbed Jude's hands and held them over her head.

"Tommy, please. Don't," Jude said, her eyes pleading with him.

"Make me."

"If you do, I might pee in my pants. I had five lattes."

Tommy dropped her arms and backed away.

"Scratch that," Jude said, as she started to back away towards the live room, "I had one. And I already went to the bathroom."

Jude ran into the live room and watched as Tommy followed. She had nowhere to run, but towards him. Tommy caught Jude and pushed her against the far wall of the live room, leaving little space for her to move.

"Jude."

"Tom-" Jude started, her breathing starting to quicken.

Tommy put his right index finger on Jude's lips to quiet her.

"You talk a lot."

"I'm-" Jude started again as her eyes searched Tommy's, looking for an explanation, but she couldn't find one. There was only want and content.

"Shhh…Jude." Tommy said softly.

Tommy pulled his finger away and stared at her. Jude suddenly became very self-conscious.

"Jude-" Tommy growled.

Jude threw her head forward and her lips met Tommy's as he said her name. It was fast and passionate as Jude used all of the pent up energy she had gained by being quiet in the kiss. Jude pulled away, breathing heavily. Tommy looked shocked, but smiled.

"You talk too much, Quincy."