So, this is the chapter where the story is really going to begin, and I hope everyone enjoys it.

"So, how did you hear about this place again?" Jude wondered as Spiederman led their group through the Savannah airport, weaving in and out of people heading for their own flights. "I've never heard of Hilton Head in my life."

Spiederman shrugged. "I just figured we could all use a break and I was searching online and I found this great house down here, right on the beach. You'll love it, dude, I promise."

"Okay," she sighed, hiking up her purse. "Well, if it's an island, how are we supposed to get there?"

"There's a bridge," Kwest explained. Jude eyed him. "I, uhh, read about it in a travel magazine when Spied said this was where we were coming."

Wally found the luggage claim and led them to it. "Well, I'm excited. The last vacation I went on was our world tour last summer and that wasn't even a vacation."

"I just want to get to the beach!" Sadie gushed. "Work on my tan, read a couple of books, and laugh at the teenage lifeguards who think I'm in their league."

Kwest eyed his girlfriend of over two years. "They better not be in your league."

"Okay, before you guys start into a cutesy fest, can we please go?" Jude wondered, picking up her bags. "I'm tired, want to take a nap, and then work on some new songs."

"Sure," Spiederman nodded. "I, umm, set it up for us to rent a Range Rover and a Jeep. Sadie, Kwest, and Jude, you three can ride in the Range Rover and we'll take the Jeep."

When they got to the rental place, Spiederman began to panic. Nic hadn't given him any instructions on actually picking the cars up.

"Hi, can I help you?" the receptionist asked politely.

"I have a pick-up," he told her. "Under umm, Spiederman?"

She typed on her computer and slightly shook her head. "No, there's nothing here under that name."

"One second," he requested, pulling out his cell phone.

"Are you here?" Nic answered. "I'm at the beach."

"Great," he cut her off. "What are these cars under? It's not my name."

"Oh, sorry," she apologized quickly. "They're under my name; I forgot. Just tell them I sent you and you're my fiancé or something if they won't just let you have them."

Spiederman hung up and went back to the desk. "I apologize. My fiancé put them under her name. Try Quincy."

"Nicole?" the receptionist read. "A Range Rover and Jeep Wrangler?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Here you go," she said, handing him two sets of keys. "Enjoy your stay on Hilton Head and we'll see you next month."

"All right, let's go!" Spiederman called to his group, who were all eyeing the cars on the lot. "Spaces 123 and 76."

Jude walked to 76 and found the Range Rover. "Ooh, nice ride."

An hour and a half later, after slight traffic, they pulled into Shipyard and drove to Sea Pines Drive.

"Oh."

"My."

"God."

Wally, Kyle, and Sadie stared up at the massive bungalow-style house in awe.

"This is amazing," Sadie breathed.

Kwest, who'd stayed at the house next-door on his first visit, shrugged. "It's not bad; not bad at all."

"I love it," Jude admitted. "Spied, this was a great idea." She hugged him tightly. "Thank you."

"Anything," he told her. "So, there are four bedrooms. One master, one with a queen-sized bed, one with two twin beds, and another with bunk beds."

"Bunk beds!" Kyle and Wally cried, running inside.

"We'll take the queen-size," Kwest put in, taking Sadie's hand and following the boys.

Jude looked around. "You can take the master. This was your idea, after all."

"No!" Spiederman cried, remembering something Nic had told him. "You take it; you're the one who needs a vacation more than any of us."

"Are you sure?" she asked. "Cause I don't mind the smaller room."

"Please," he scoffed. "You're a girl and girls need bigger rooms. I need a bed, drawer, and bathroom. All I brought was a couple shirts, a few pairs of shorts, something to swim in, and clean underwear. Plus, my guitar needs it's own bed."

"Idiot," she mumbled, walking up the porch steps and into the house.

"Dude, come check this out!" Wally yelled from the back deck. "We're right on the beach and you have to see the girls!"

Spiederman made his way through the large house and found his friends staring at the sprawling beach in front of them. Instantly, he recognized Nic, wearing a white string bikini, talking heatedly on her cell phone.

"Hey, don't you know her?" Kyle said, following Spiederman's gaze. "She came to visit you on Friday."

"What's going on?" Wally demanded. "It was weird enough that she just showed up at G, but now she's here?"

"All right," he sighed, "I'll tell you." He shut the sliding door to make sure no one could hear him. "That's Nic Quincy."

Kyle's mouth fell open. "Wait, Nic Quincy? As in, the Montreal socialite? As in, sister of He-Who-Is-Not-To-Be-Named?"

"Wow, you watch too much Harry Potter," Spiederman joked. "Yes, she's Tommy's sister."

"Why do I all of a sudden get the feeling that this trip wasn't so out of nowhere now?" Wally murmured. "He's here, isn't he? Tommy's in Hilton Head."

"He is," Spiederman confirmed. "Right next-door, actually. See, I got a weird e-mail one night back in January from Nic, saying that Tommy was super screwed up from the divorce, but he'd been screwy since he left Jude, and we hatched this plan. The Quincy's, it turns out, are some super rich family and they own both of these houses."

"We're here so Tommy and Jude can hook back up, right?" Kyle caught on. "Dude, nice plan. I'm impressed."

"Thank you," Spiederman accepted smugly. "Not as dumb as everyone thinks, am I?"

Wally rolled his eyes. "Well, you are, but you have your moments."

"And I assume Jude knows nothing?" Kyle went on. "How is this supposed to work out?"

Spiederman shrugged and sat down. "No idea. Nic said she'd come up with a plan as long as I got everyone down here."

"And you trust that?" Wally laughed. "No offense to this Nic, cause I don't really know her, but she's a chick. Plans created by chicks are almost always bad."

"Then you don't know me," a voice said from below them. "And how sad for you cause I'm actually oodles of fun."

The three boys turned to see Nic standing on the sand, arms crossed, her face masked by large, circular sunglasses.

"You told them?" she said to Spiederman. "Way to go, Vincent."

"Ouch," Kyle breathed. "First name usage."

"Well, they noticed that I spotted you on the beach and I can't lie to the boys, so yes, I told them," he reported. "And they promise completely not to tell Kwest or Sadie, or especially Jude."

"Well, Kwest knows," she explained, walking up the steps. "When I was caught by Georgia on Friday, he was there and I had to tell. I've known him all my life and he can read me like a book. I'm not sure if he's told Sadie, but I'm guessing he hasn't, so she's still oblivious. Tommy's locked himself in the makeshift studio in the basement of our house, so we're safe cause he won't emerge until dinner or so."

Wally was eyeing her. "You're pretty hot."

"Don't go there," she advised, holding up a hand to keep him from continuing. "So, where's Jude?"

Spiederman pointed up to the deck above them. "In the master bedroom, as you requested."

"Good," she smiled. "See, Tommy's in the master at the other house, and I get the feeling they'll eventually both end up on their decks at the same time, setting the place for the perfect reunion."

"I don't know," Spiederman admitted. "I think we should ease her into seeing him again, not just spring Tommy on her."

"Trust me," Nic said confidently. "I know girls and I know my brother."

Wally smirked. "You don't know Jude."

Before Nic could respond, her cell phone rang. She groaned looking at the LCD screen. "Yes?"

"Who do you think she's talking to?" Kyle whispered. "Paris Hilton?"

Spiederman scoffed. "I doubt Nic's friends with her. And I'm sure it's just her mom or something."

"No!" Nic yelled. "If you set foot on my beach, I'll have you slammed with so many restraining orders, your lawyer will need lawyers."

"Wow, if I talked to my mom that way, I'd have been kicked out at birth," Kyle laughed. "She's brave."

"Not my mother," Nic snapped, hanging up angrily. "Just an idiot I used to know."

"Oh," Spiederman nodded knowingly, guessing it was her ex-husband. "Well, the guys and I were going to do some exploring, if you'd like to join us?"

She shook her head. "I'm gonna go shower and make dinner. Let's get together tonight and discuss tomorrow's events. We're only here a month and I'm pretty sure it's gonna take Jude some time to warm up to Tommy again." With that, she turned and walked away and over to her and Tommy's house, disappearing into their kitchen.

"She single?" Wally wondered, leading the boys inside. "Cause me and Jess are on a break for the summer and I like options."

"I don't know," Spiederman replied, pulling a Red Bull from their fully-stocked refrigerator. Nic had done a good job setting them up nicely. "But she doesn't really seem to be your type."

Wally shoved him. "Why not?"

"She's a famous socialite," Kyle pointed out. "And yes, you're famous in the sense that you're the bass player for a popular band, but she dates writers and producers. Besides, you and Jessica are always breaking up and getting back together."

"That's true," Wally agreed. "And I invited her down for a weekend, so we'll see."

"Come on," Spiederman sighed. "Let's get outta here."

Later that night, Jude sat on the deck of her master bedroom, trying to write a new song. She'd grown tired of the songs she'd been writing for the last three years, all sad and depressing, so she was working on getting her spirits up. Unfortunately, after the phone call Saturday night, she was more confused than ever.

"Jude, you wanna go down to the beach and take a walk?" Sadie suggested, standing in the door frame of Jude's room. "Kwest, me, and the boys are heading over."

"No, thanks," Jude declined. "I think I'm gonna stay here and work on this."

Sadie frowned. She'd been hoping Jude would lighten up and join them. "Well, all right. If you need anything, we should be close enough for you to yell."

A few minutes later, Jude smiled as she watched her sister and their friends play around on the beach, splashing in the water. She wished she was down there, but something was still holding her back. Well, not something so much as someone, but she still wasn't ready to deal.

"Jude!" Spiederman yelled up at her. "Come on!"

"Not tonight!" she called back, noticing the girl standing next to him. "One day here, and he's already found a women."

"Not just any women, but my little sister," an eerily familiar voice said from the next house over.

Slowly, Jude turned her head to look. "Tommy?"