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Chapter 6

Oh Happy Joy?

Okay one more hour to go, and this day would be officially over. Jude thought happily. She would make it through without a crappy birthday for once. SME had taken her out for a birthday lunch since they had had a concert that night. She had gotten a yummy chocolate cake with strawberries on top and there had been no food fight though at one point she could see Wally had been tempted. It had been low key and perfect. The concert had gone smoothly and not once had she heard the hated song. She sat in the hotel lounge and strummed on her guitar, figuring out a new song.

Your eyes are holding up the sky

You eyes make me weak, I don't know why

She couldn't seem to get his blue blue eyes out of her mind. The way he had looked at her last night had made her want things, that she couldn't have. She frowned as she worked on another chord variation. It was like he had radar or something, because as soon as she was lost in her music, he was standing there. At least it wasn't Chaz who had the knack of finding her. She looked up at him, her big eyes bright with merriment.

"So I see you found your way back."

"Yeah. Thanks by the way." They looked at each other, he gave short laugh at her smile and shook his head. "Remind me not to get on your bad side."

"Hey everyone says I'm nice..."

"You are many things Harrison. I'm not sure nice is one of them." She wondered what he meant by that.

"So what are you working on?" She shrugged as he sat down beside her.

"I'm not sure. I've got something, but it's not ready to come out."

"Can I help?" She pondered for a moment and picked up her guitar. She started to play something slow almost haunting, surprising him.

If I was drowning in the sea

Would you dive right in and save me?

If I was falling like a star?

Would you be right there to catch me?

"If I was dreaming of your kiss. Would you look right through me?" He added and their eyes met.

Games Don't Work For Me

He bent his head towards her, and she didn't stop him. She let herself indulge in the melding of their lips for the barest minute before she pulled away, reality finally intruding. There were so many emotions running through her eyes, he couldn't read them.

"Dammit Quincy do you have try to tap everything in skirts?!" He took a breath before he could answer, because that simple touch had made his pulse race.

"I've never seen you in a skirt." He joked weakly. Okay now they only emotion showing in her baby blues was anger. He knew that look well from the girls he had left after one night, and it had never phased him, but Jude was actually scaring him. It was like she was looking into his soul as her eyes examined his face. She shook head and started to mutter as she reached for her guitar.

"I should have known you didn't really want to be friends. You were just trying to get into my pants." She mumbled something about another crappy birthday to herself. That made him pause for a second. It was her birthday and she hadn't said anything? He grabbed her arm as she got up to leave.

"Jude wait." She stood still, but would not turn to look at him, so he moved to stand in front of her. "Hey I'm sorry." His voice was soft. Her gaze caught his as she finally looked up. "I've never been friends with a girl before. I guess just don't know how to do it. But I'm guessing kissing is out of bounds?" She gave him a small unwilling smile.

"I've dated friends before." A surge of hope went through him, before her next words brought him back down to earth. "But I don't do married guys Tommy. I told you that from the beginning."

"You said you didn't do players, nothing about married guys." She rolled her eyes.

"Um you just tried to hit on me. Doesn't that make you both?" He gave her an embarrassed look and shrugged helplessly.

"I am what I am..." She gave him a long look, as if trying to figure him out.

"No...You're more than that." What did she mean by that? He felt a weight fall onto his shoulders at her words, as he watched her walk out the door.

We're Good

The next morning Jude heard a knock on her hotel room door, but when she opened it there was no one there. She looked up and down the hallway, but it was empty. On the carpet in front of her was a tabloid and a note attached to it. She picked it up and went back into her room, sitting on her bed.

Hope this makes up for your crappy birthday.

The note wasn't signed, but she knew who it was from when she looked at the tabloid. She started to laugh as she looked at the two pictures gracing the front page. The headline was BOYZ BARES IT ALL The first was of a naked Tommy curled in the fetal position on the lawn at Strawberry Fields Memorial and the second was of his retreating back with a towel draped around his waist that had the word 'LOVE" centered on his ass.

Fudgesicles on a Stick

As Jude finished her final song, she headed backstage, gulping the bottle of water thrown her way by a roadie. She had quickly become a favorite with all the crew, being one of the only females around. SME followed close behind, everyone happy, but exhausted as the adrenaline started to fade. The fans had been amazing, many of them had even learned the lyrics to their music. They heard the crowd chanting and stopped to listen before heading to their dressing rooms. 'Broken.' and 'Tommy! Jude!' Oh crap she thought as the boys listened with confusion. She had never told them that she had finished the vocals although they knew the instrumental having helped her record them before. Tommy rushed from his dressing room, alerted by Kwest. Their gazes caught and she shrugged helplessly.

"They're not going to calm down until we give them what they want." He said and took her hand, pulling her towards the stage, motioning for SME to follow.

"How did they know?!" Jude wailed. The crowd instantly quieted when they saw the two of them.

"You might want to ask your 'friend' Jamie that one." Tommy grabbed a mike and handed it to Jude and took one for himself. Although this wasn't the typical Boyz Attack style of music, the fans apparently loved it anyway. The music started and he began to sing his part. The fans went crazy when they heard his voice, even unaccompanied by cheesy pop music and dance moves. Jude joined in showcasing her amazing vocal range. They played it up for the audience, singing to each other, pretending at an emotional connection. This girl's voice had always awed Tommy, but tonight singing with him she was magnetic. He couldn't keep his eyes off of hers as he continued the song.

When they were done they held hands and bowed before heading backstage. The rest of Boy Attack were there dressed in their outfits, not looking happy at all. Jude squeezed his hand for support before letting go.

"You did good." She whispered in his ear before leaving him to confront his angry band members. Strangely enough her words of approval mattered to him.