Disclaimer: I do NOT own Instant Star.

A/N: This is rewrite from an old story that I wrote. This is slightly based off the lifetime movie Touched.

Rating: This chapter is rated T...now the next chapter is another story.

Tommy got up from his previous place on the couch, stretched, and finally went to the door of his apartment, where someone was anxiously knocking.

"Jude," he stated flatly, holding the door open. He should have known, she was now a frequent visitor now that she was pushing her own wheels.

"Well damn. Don't say it like that," she smirked, pushing her way in with a pizza box and a bag of junk food.

"Oh sure girl," he rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Come on in." he watched her searching through his cabinets for a pizza pan to place the pizza on. "Make yourself at home."

"Thanks. Hey, I come bearing gifts at least." she smiled, sweetly. He walked over and sat at his bar, watching her busily scurrying around his kitchen like she lived there. He had to admit she looked like she belonged there.

"One day, you're going to be pleasantly surprised when you walk in here at the wrong time," he teased.

"Yeah right," she laughed, "Like you're getting any these days."

"I am getting plenty thank you very much," he smiled, looking at her bemused. He wanted to know why she what was upsetting her, but like he always did; he waited patiently for her to spill her guts. He casually ate the grapes on the platter sitting on the counter.

"You and some other people…" she sighed, sliding the pizza into the convection oven, and hopping on the granite countertop in front of him. "I just walked in on Kat and Jamie—doing it. On the kitchen table," she explained, slowly shaking her head from side to side.

Tommy choked on the grape he was eating. Jude laughed, and firmly patted him on the back. "Ha. Look at you. You didn't even see it! Imagine me. Unexpectedly coming in with a box of Dominoes pizza and a Sierra Mist to see my roommate/best friend and my ex-boyfriend/best friend doing it where I eat my mini-wheats in the morning."

He tried so hard not to laugh, but he couldn't help it. He hadn't laughed like this in ages. The kind of sidesplitting laughter than can cure the common cold. It was that kind of laughter that can relieve stress and hypertension. It was that addictive type of laughter.

Jude chuckled herself after watching him almost fall to the floor laughing. "It wasn't that funny."

"I know, I know…" he gasped. "It's really not." He said trying to compose himself. He couldn't though. The "doing it where I eat my mini-wheats" line just tore him up. "So what did you do?"

"I walked straight back out with my pizza." She shrugged.

"They didn't notice," he asked, skeptically.

"Um. No. Kat's E over C note drowned out the opening and closing of the door I'm sure." With this comment, Tommy was bent over laughing once again. "What I am serious…that girl should tryout for Instant Star one day. And ew. Jamie. I've never even thought of Jamie having a penis before."

Tommy slid out off his stool to the floor laughing. Jude leaned over and looked at him, grinning. She hadn't seen him act so childish in a while…every since he started dating this stuck up American-East Coast-Ivey-league-princess, named Diane Winthrop. What he saw in her—Jude had no clue. Hopefully it wasn't her fake-ass British accent. But thankfully 2 weeks ago, he came through to his senses after a 7-month relationship and dumped her on her little proper ass.

Tommy wiped the tears with the back his hand. "You are a trip."

"It's my coping mechanism," she shrugged, smiling at him.

"I've missed this--" he nodded, pointing to her and to him. "You know just us hanging out, acting goofy." She rolled her eyes, and smiled. He placed his hand on her thighs, making her instantly sit up straighter. He raised an eyebrow at her, noticing her tense up.

"Me to," she nodded, looking him in the eyes. "I really have." He ran his hands up her thighs so that he was holding her hips. The bell going off on the oven caused them both to jump up a little.

"Let me get that…" Jude murmured, not moving an inch.

He leaned forward and kissed her on the neck, just below her ear, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up with just that one touch. "Leave it," he whispered, gently biting her ear.

She gasped lightly, biting her bottom lip. She pulled away from him, and hopped off the counter. "So um…um. Um. Where's that oven glove?" she stuttered.

He sat back on the stool, propping his head up on his hand. He knew she knew where it was…but he decided to play alone with her little game. "Bottom drawer next to the sink." He responded, enjoying the view of her bending over. "Yup right there," he commented, huskily.

She looked back at him, and couldn't help smiling at the affect she was having on him. He shrugged back at her, leaving his stool, and entering the kitchen. She placed the pizza on the oven, and turned her back to him to get glasses from the cabinet. He stepped behind her and ran gently ran his fingertips along her arms, finally breaking contact to reach up for two glasses.

Jude hopped up on the counter and thoughtfully ate her first slice of pizza. Tommy leaned against the counter adjacent from her and did the same.

Suddenly Jude jumped off the counter and wiped her hands off her napkin. "I'm not going to be your rebound chick."

"I didn't ask you to be."

"Well not aloud," she said, taking a step closer to him.

"Let me rephrase that then: I don't won't you to be," he responded. "You're not going to be."

"That's good," she nodded, taking her glass and walking into the living room.

He followed behind her and flopped in the love seat as she raided his DVD collection.

"Please no chick flicks," he begged, feebly.

"Um. My choice this time buddy…" she said, in a singsong tone. "I suffered through A Bronx Tale last time."

"But that movie's a classic…" he sighed, kicking his shoes and propping his feet up on the coffee table.

"Uh-huh. It's a classic in your book. This is a classic in my book," she said, holding up a DVD.

"Just Like Heaven? That's a chick flick." He stated, unblinkingly.

"Duh. And it's also a classic." She reminded, inserting it into the DVD player. "You know you like it though--why else would you have it in your collection?"

"Because I know you like it..." he sighed.

When Jude finally figured out the complicated entertainment system, she plopped on the loveseat next to Tommy, her legs hanging off the arm of the chair and her head resting comfortably in his lap.

As the movie finally got passed the previews neither one of them was paying any attention to the movie. Jude's attention was solely on Tommy's fingertips as he played with her hair and gently brushed across the hairs around her face and at the nape of her neck. Tommy's attention was on the softness of her skin, and the silkiness of her hair.

The phone ringing interrupted their moment. "You don't have answer that do you," Jude asked, drowsily.

"I'd better…probably someone looking for you," he smiled, sitting up as easily as possible, trying not to jolt her.

He answered the phone in the kitchen. "Hello?"

"Hey Tommy, I thought you was coming back to the studio."

"Sorry man, something came up," he said, quietly.

"Well you want me and Jude to record without you or what?" Kwest asked. He was used to him and Jude recording on their own, while he was dating Diane.

"Um, we'll just wait until tomorrow. Does that sound okay?" he asked, watching Jude get off the couch and stretch.

"Yeah, cool with me. I don't mind having the night off for a change. Hey try to get a hold of Jude for me would you. I've been blowing up her cell for the past 30 minutes, and I'm getting no answer."

Tommy watched her as she walked in the kitchen with her hands on her hips pointing to her imaginary watch. She feigned irritation.

He playfully rolled his eyes at her front. "I'm sorry man, what was that?"

"I said call Jude up if you can get a hold of her," Kwest restated.

"Is that Kwest?" she mouthed to him.

He nodded his head at her. "Yeah. I can do that."

Jude walked over and began to kiss him along his collarbone.

"Um…Kwest. I'll talk to you later, man," Tommy breathed, interrupting whatever Kwest was trying to say, as Jude began to trail kisses up his neck.

"Tommy. Man. You got a girl over there don't you," Kwest laughed.

"Affirmative," he responded, as Jude continued to kiss him along his jaw-line.

"That's what I'm talking about dawg, forget Diane,"

"I'll work on that," Tommy gulped, as Jude reaches underneath his shirt and gently drags her fingernails down his bare back.

Jude laughed wickedly at his reaction to her touch, which entailed him closing his eyes and cursing softly under his breath.

"Ooh. Tell me that was not Jude in the background," Kwest gasped.

"Affirmative." Tommy nodded, his eyes closed. Jude reached up and took the phone from him.

"Kwest. Tommy will have to call you back tomorrow," she said.

"Alright now. Don't hurt him." He laughed.

"Shut-up," she smirked, hanging up the phone.