I know, it's short, I'm sorry. I just don't have much time to update these days, cause I'm getting ready for school and I've had work. I'm used to updating a lot, but count on them getting further apart. Don't worry though, this story will be finished. Eventually. Reviewers, just stick with me, please, or I won't make it. Ha. Love you.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

"How about one more day of not telling?" Tommy suggested to Jude early Wednesday morning. "That way, we can go and do laser tag without having to answer a million questions from Sadie."

Jude stretched. "First of all, how did you sneak in without anyone noticing? And second, I agree about not telling yet."

"I took a few notes from Vin's book and was very stealth about my entrance," he joked. "Well, that and the fact that Sadie and Kwest are already at the beach and Kyle and Wally will sleep until noon."

"Good point," she laughed, kissing his cheek. "So, Mr. Quincy, how would you like the honor of fixing me breakfast in bed today?"

"What do I get out of it?" he wondered. "Cause I don't do things unless I benefit from them, as well."

"I'll let you join me," she offered. "And we can even watch the morning news."

His face lit up in a sarcastic manner. "Oh, the morning news?" He jumped off her bed and went to the door. "Well, in that case, give me half an hour and I'll be back!"

Jude laughed as he hurried away.

Over at the Quincy house, Nic and Spiederman were just waking up when her cell phone rang.

"If it's Chris, hang up," he advised. "Or I'll hunt him down and make him hang up."

She rolled her eyes and looked at the LCD screen. "It's my mom." She pushed a button and held it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Nicole?" her mother's snobby voice came through. "Hi, dear, how are you?"

"Fine, Mother," Nic sighed. "What's up?"

Noelle Quincy cleared her throat in her prissy way, meaning she was about to start into her daughter. "Nicole, do not speak to me that way; I'm your mother and I deserve some respect."

"When you start acting like my mother, I'll start treating you like it," Nic shot back coolly. "Now, you never call without reason, Noelle, so what can I do for you this morning?"

"Your father and I are heading to our house in St. Bart's for the rest of the season, so if you or Thomas needs us, that's where we'll be. We didn't want you calling us at the Paris home cause we won't be there."

"Thanks for the heads-up but I don't think we'll need it," Nic told her. "Tommy and I are in Hilton Head with some friends for the month." An idea popped into her head and she grinned mischievously. "Yeah, I'm getting married next week." She winked at Spiederman.

"Married?" Noelle repeated. "You're already married, dear."

Nic groaned. "I was married, Noelle, but I divorced him. The guy I'm with is pretty new but we're in love so we're just getting married."

"You're ruining your life," Noelle warned. "Marrying so many times at such young ages. Why don't you just settle for a bit, find an appropriate career, and wait until you're 30?"

"Because that's boring," Nic answered. "And 'boring' isn't even in my vocabulary whereas it defines yours."

Noelle was silent, but when she spoke again, her voice was full of ice. "Fine. If you want to live your life day-to-day, not knowing anything about tomorrow, I can no longer tell you not to do so. I will say that should you choose to get re-married, your father and I won't be able to attend on such short notice."

"Oh, gee," Nic said dryly. "I'm heartbroken." And before Noelle could say anymore, Nic hung up.

"Married next week, huh?" Spiederman mused.

"I'll pretty much tell Noelle anything to get her off the phone," Nic mumbled.

Spiederman ignored her comment. "What if we really did get married next week?"

"And what if they build a Taco Bell on Saturn and Perez Hilton is elected president?" she joked. "Spied, I only told Noelle that to shut her up."

"Right," he laughed, though deep down, he hadn't been joking.

"Wake up!" Wally yelled, running into the room with Kyle. "Guess what we got everyone to agree to do today?"

"Skinny dip?" Nic guessed.

Kyle made a face. "Eww, Kwest naked? Gross. No, we're going to play laser tag!"

"Yay!" Nic squealed. "We can do teams, so it'll be us four versus those four and we'll kill them."

"Then let's get ready to rumble," Spiederman suggested, climbing out of bed.

"All right, troops, this is it," Nic stated later that afternoon, as her team suited up in a room just outside the laser tag arena. "It's do or die, win or cry (if you know what movies that's from, you score brownie points). This is about winning or losing, not having fun. But, so long as we're winning, fun will be involved." Her hair was parted into two fishtail braids, she wore all black clothing, and had tied a black bandana around her head. "Are you ready, men?" They yelled that they were. "Then let's go get 'em!"

Tommy led Jude, Sadie, and Kwest quietly into the pitch black arena, seeing only by the light on his helmet that would mark their opponents to shoot them.

"You know we don't stand a chance, right?" Sadie whispered. "I mean, we're up against sneaky Nic and SME! They practically invented being stealthy."

"Shh!" Tommy hissed. "Keep talking and they'll hear you. Even if we can't beat them, we can put up a good fight."

Kwest looked over his shoulder quickly as he thought he heard movement. "I'm going this way, so good luck." He turned the corner and went down a separate path.

"I hope he's okay," Sadie admitted, watching him go. "One on four isn't smart, I don't think."

"Then go with him!" Jude told her quietly. "We'll go this way and you two go that."

Sadie nodded and hurried after her boyfriend.

"I would never tell Nic this, but I don't completely hate doing this," Tommy smirked, leading Jude down a long hallway. "I don't have fun like this enough and just let go."

"No kidding," Jude teased, edging closer to him. "You're so uptight and you just need to relax."

He stopped and turned to face her. "Relax, huh? How's this?" He leaned down and kissed her.

Jude took the opportunity to push him towards a wall, intensifying the kiss.

"I hear someone," Spiederman mumbled almost inaudibly to his team. He peeked around the corner to check out the noise and turned to his team, wide-eyed. "Dude and Squinty are totally making out!" He gasped and looked at his girlfriend. "That's it! That's the secret you were holding over him!"

Nic nodded and pulled Wally and Kyle along to see. And there they were, wrapped up in each other, against the wall. "Excuse me, some of us are playing a game here!"

"Hey, what's going on?" Kwest called, appearing with Sadie. "Oh."

"Jude!" Sadie squealed. "What is this?"

"It's called a kiss," Kyle joked. "Duh, Sadie."

She glared at him. "Cool it, drummer boy."

"Well, secret's out," Jude blushed, though it was hard to tell in the dark. "Clearly, umm, I've forgiven Tommy and we're err, moving on with our relationship."

Wally took this chance to shoot everyone on the opposing team. "Well, we win."

"Not now," Spiederman told him. "How long has this been going on?"

"It started Sunday, while you three were away," Jude explained. "Nic found out about it yesterday afternoon and surprisingly, she's kept it to herself since."

"Secrets don't make friends," Spiederman pointed out to Nic.

She smirked. "Well, we're not really friends, are we?"

"You're lovahs," Kyle laughed, dodging a punch from his lead singer. "Hey, it's the truth."

"I don't like that word," Nic told them. "Lovers sounds so dirty and affair-like. I would consider Spiederman and I to be in a relationship, so we're much more than friends but much healthier than lovers."

Spiederman, seeming content with that answer, sighed. "Why didn't you just tell us about you guys?"

"Because of me," Jude admitted. "To be honest, I'm still getting used to this, so I didn't want to jeopardize anything by throwing it out there so quickly."

"Well, I'm happy for you," Sadie spoke up. "I know you've had so many issues with Tom in the past, but I'm glad he's mature enough to commit and you're ready enough to forgive him."

"Oh, let me take this opportunity to tell you, Tommy, that I heard from Noelle this morning and if she calls and asks, Spied and I are getting married next week."

"You're what?" Tommy repeated. "You're marrying him?"

"Someday," she nodded, "just not next week. I only told her that to get her off my back. But, she said to tell you that she and James are in St. Bart's now, not Paris."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, well, I'll be sure to call them tonight."

"Wow," Kyle mused. "You guys really hate your parents, don't you?"

"We do," Nic confirmed. "They weren't very hands-on, so they pushed us off on our grandparents, Honey and Pop, so we resent them for that. And they're never here for us now either, so we just don't stay in touch too much."

Spiederman wrapped an arm around her. "Well, my parents don't get along with each other and I had to live with my uncle for a while, but they're good now; you can share them."

"Thanks," she smiled, leaning into him. "So, since Wally got you guys and our team won, you have to buy our lunch."

"He won because he cheated!" Sadie pointed out.

Wally smirked. "I didn't cheat; Jude and Tommy did it to you guys when they decided to pause the game for a heated make-out session."

"Unfortunately, we didn't call a 'time-out' when we all stopped, so Wally has a point," Kwest put in. "We lose and we have to buy lunch. It was deal I made with the band on the way here."

"Way to go," Tommy murmured, leading everyone out of the arena. "Now I have to spend $100 on their bottomless stomachs."