A/N: Dang, this chapter is long for me. I'm rather proud. Oh, by the way. I have a really strange goal for this story. I want 200 reviews. It had around 30 chapters. Not unreasonablly crazy. I know. I'm weird. Weird goal. Just letting you know incase you care to help out. ANYWAY. I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Instant Star. Or the song You and I Misbehaving, for that matter.


Chapter 2

Tommy got very little sleep that night. He kept replaying his reunion with Jude over and over in his head like a film reel. His favorite song on repeat. It had gone better than he had expected. He was glad and extremely relieved that they were on good terms again, but he knew he hadn't heard the last of the situation. Knowing them, he had no idea how long the peace would last. Tommy was just glad that Jude was finally back in his life.

Sleep wouldn't come to him. It was nearing 4:00 AM, and he was planning on heading to G-Major at 8:00. He needed to talk to Darius about getting his job back. He had simply up and left, and Tommy was sure the money mogul wasn't happy. He honestly didn't know what was going to happen. D was the type to hold a grudge, and if he was angry, things might not work out for Tommy. He just hoped that Darius' love for money would keep his anger at bay. Because Jude and Tommy together were quite the G-Major money makers. And if there was anything Darius loved more than his music empire, it was the money that fed it.

As Tommy lied awake, he thought of the possibilities for him and Jude. Before he left for Montana, things were taking a romantic turn between the artist and producer. He still felt the same – he always would. But Tommy wasn't sure where Jude was at in regards to their pseudo-relationship. He knew that Jude still held some feelings for him. Tommy just didn't know if those feelings were strong enough to overcome her detrimental fear of being hurt.

He prayed to a God he wasn't sure he believed in that they were.

With that, Tommy finally drifted off to sleep, Jude's image dancing through his head.


"You're back," was all Darius said as Tommy entered his office that morning. He didn't sound surprised.

Tommy gave a short nod. "I am." He said nothing else. Darius knew why Tommy was in his office – he'd let Darius do the talking.

"I don't like when my employees leave without a word."

Tommy looked down.

"Where were you, T?" Darius asked.

"Is it really important?" Tommy asked, not wanting to get into the story.

Darius looked at Tom seriously. "Did you have a good reason for going?"

"Yes," Tommy responded simply. His features were composed in a calm façade, but his eyes betrayed him, showing the real emotion he felt.

Darius stared Tommy down for a moment. "I don't like it when I'm not in the loop, T. I could have given you time off if you needed to take care of business. But you left without a word." He let out an angry sigh. "You're my best producer, Quincy!"

Tommy looked down at his lap, not wanting to look Darius in the eye. He already knew he had screwed up – he didn't need another lecture. He just needed an answer. Did he still have a job or not?

Darius began, "I know you and I haven't always seen eye to eye. But I know a good producer. And you are a good producer. You and Jude? You make a good team; you make good music." He added, "I'm pissed. Don't think this lets you off the hook. I'm not going to make this easy for you, T. But you still have job if you want it."

Tommy sighed with relief at Darius' response. He was back as Jude's producer. "Thank you," he spoke sincerely. "Thank you, Darius."

Darius gave him a short nod, and Tom left his office, a grin covering his features as he went to meet Jude in Studio A.


When Tommy entered Studio A, Jude stared at him hopefully, obvious question in her gaze. Was he back at G-Major? Was he back as her producer? She didn't know what she'd do if he wasn't back at work with her. The studio hadn't been the same without him, and she didn't want that to last any longer.

Tommy's composed features broke into a grin, and Jude let out a childish whoop, running immediately into his arms.

"You're back as my producer?" Jude asked, making sure.

"I'm back as your producer," he confirmed, ruffling her hair with his hand. She smacked his hand lightly.

"That doesn't bother me like it would bother you, Quincy," Jude smirked.

Tommy replied, "It was supposed to be an endearment."

"Oh really?" she asked, slowly moving closer to him, a hint of danger in her eye. "Do you find this endearing?" Jude quickly leapt towards Tommy and frazzled his hair before he had time to respond.

Tommy's expression was that of horror, and Jude had to laugh at the sight. His hair really wasn't that bad. There were some pieces sticking in different directions, but Tommy immediately covered his head with his hands and searched around the room for a hat of some sort. Anything to cover his hair. Never had Tom Quincy claimed to be a reasonable man when it came to his hair.

Eventually he gave up and ran a hand through his hair, trying to fix it. Tommy glared at Jude. "You are dead."

"It's hair, Quincy. You might just survive."

"I'll let that comment slide as long as you have some damn good music for me."

"Yes, Mr. Producer Man." Jude flipped her hair with a dramatic flair and sauntered off to grab her song book, leaving Tommy hanging in her wake.

Jude returned several minutes later, journal in hand. It was the one Tommy had given her months prior, after the completion of her second album and a searing kiss in Darius' office.

"So did you write anything while I was gone?" Tommy questioned, getting to work.

Jude hesitated. "Yes." She bit her lip. "But I'm not ready to share them yet."

Tommy raised an eyebrow in question.

"They're dark, Tommy. They're dark, and they're personal," Jude spoke seriously. "And I'm just not ready to share them with anyone yet."

Tommy nodded his understanding. "I'll get to hear them eventually, right?"

"Yeah," Jude smiled softly. "Eventually."

"Let's work on something knew," said Tommy.

Jude pulled out her song book. "I started something new last night, but I'm not sure of what I think of it. I want to try it on the piano instead of the guitar."

"Since when do you play the piano?" Tommy asked.

"You were gone a long time, Quincy. I've always played a little, but when you were gone I brushed up my skills."

The pair spent the next several hours working on the song. It was turning out well, but they were still having some issues with the lyrics – or lack there of. By the time the decided to call it quits, it was nearing dinner.

"You have any exciting plans for the weekend, Harrison?" Tommy asked.

"Well, you see," Jude began, an almost-teasing grin covering her features, "There's this guy."

Tommy's face fell, and his eyes shined with disappointment. Was there someone else in her life now? Had he missed his chance?

Jude continued, "He asked me out a while back, but he stood me up…"

A small smile crept onto Tommy's lips as he realized what guy Jude was talking about. "I'm sure he didn't mean to stand you up," Tommy replied.

Jude nodded. "He had to leave town for a while, unfortunately. But he's back now, you see. And I'm really hoping to take him up on that date."

"Damn, I wish I was that guy," Tommy commented.

Jude shrugged, mirth gleaming in her eyes.

"So Jude," Tommy began, his smile audible in his vibrant voice, "Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?"

"Hey, you can take a hint!" Jude patted him on the head like the good little boy he was.

Tommy rolled his eyes and grazed her hand with his, fingers holding fingers. "I'll pick you up, say…6:30."

"Okay," Jude replied with enthusiasm. "Now Quincy, I think it's about time we get out of this place. I know for a fact that you keep a spare bottle of hair gel in your glove compartment and have probably been dying to get it for hours. I know I'm the reason for your unkempt hair, so I'll let you go."

Tommy scowled as Jude left the room, a dazzling smile on her face.


Jude awoke the next day late into the afternoon, just after 2:00 PM. She hadn't been sleeping well lately. There were too many thoughts in her head, and they wouldn't allow her to rest. Oversleeping to such an extent made Jude feel rejuvenated and refreshed. She took an extensive, luxurious shower and blow dried her hair, leaving it in tamed curls. She walked downstairs in her fluffy, blue robe and sat at the kitchen counter, nearly inhaling her cup of freshly brewed coffee.

Sadie trotted into the kitchen a few minutes later and greeted her sister. She had obviously been awake for quite some time, already dressed and ready for the day.

Jude frowned slightly and spoke, "Sades, I need something to wear."

"For?" Sadie questioned as she grabbed an unopened bottle of spring water from the refrigerator.

"I have a date tonight."

Sadie raised her eyebrows, intrigued. "With?"

"Just some guy," Jude replied, a secretive smile on her face.

"Just some guy, huh?" Sadie narrowed her eyes skeptically. "This guy wouldn't happen to be a certain ex-boybander and ex-boyfriend of mine, would he?"

"Sades!" Jude cried, faking offense.

"Alright, alright," Sadie placated her sister. But when Jude wasn't looking, Sadie took a moment to examine her sister's expression. Jude had that look on her face that she always got when she was thinking about him, anticipation mingled with longing.

Sadie gasped. "It is!"

Jude looked like a deer caught in headlights, unable to get out of danger's path in time. "I, um, you see…"

"Its okay, Jude," Sadie interrupted her incoherent mumbles. "I'm not going to tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about."

"But is this…okay with you?" Jude questioned hesitantly.

Sadie gave a Jude a look, eyebrows knit tightly together. "Of course, it's okay. I know he's my ex, but its fine." Sadie's features relaxed. "Besides, I have a boyfriend. Kwest. You know…your co-worker? Remember him?"

"I know," Jude replied. "It's just that…it's Tommy." Jude shrugged, unable to explain it any further.

Sadie nodded knowingly. "I know. It's okay with me. Just…be careful, okay? I know it's different with you two, but that doesn't change the fact that Tom Quincy is a heartbreaker."

"I know," Jude replied softly. "Believe me, I know."

Sadie smiled. "Alright, so, about these clothes." She launched into a detailed explanation, raided through both their closet's numerous times, and asked multiple questions about the date Jude had absolutely no answers to.


It was nearing 6:30 when Jude dressed in her black pants and flowing white top (a necklace from Sadie included, of course). She put on her favorite black blazer over the shirt for added flair and grabbed her tote bag. Sadie had tried convincing her many times over the past few hours to carry a smaller purse on her date, but Jude would have none of it. She took her tote everywhere. It carried all her necessities: pens, pencils, make-up, her mp3 player, her cell phone, and of course – her song book. Jude never left home without her tote, and that wasn't about to change, no matter what fashion faux pa Sadie claimed she was breaking. Especially if Tom Quincy was in the picture.

Jude headed downstairs and grabbed her keys. She was about to settle down on the couch and watch some television when the doorbell rang. He was here.

Jude answered the door and was greeted with a kiss on the cheek from Tommy.

"You ready, girl?"

Jude nodded and locked her front door behind her. She turned to face Tommy again and found him dangling his car keys in front of her.

"Part one," Tommy began, handing Jude the keys to his precious Viper. "You're driving."

Jude's soft smile broke out into a fiendish grin.


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