A/N: Ok, so I used to write when I was younger, so I'm not sure if I'm any good. This is my first fan fiction like ever. I have a pretty good idea where I would like this to go and there will be an ending. The first couple chapters are like fillers to set up what's going on. From what I have down so far, it seems like I'll be going back and forth between Jude and Tommy's point of view (POV) and possibly others if necessary. It starts exactly where season 2 ended, with Jude across the street from G-Major. I hope all goes well with this and since this is my first fan fiction reviews would be EXTREMELY appreciated. Anyway enough with my rambling and I guess let's start it off. : )
Chapter 1: How Are You?
Jude POV G-Major, Toronto
I'm standing across the street from G-Major at the news stand where Darius just left me. I can't believe I'm number one. I think only in my wildest dreams did I think this would ever happen. Even though I should be the happiest girl alive right now, sad to say I'm not. I just lied to Darius about what else might've happened in Barrie and only that but I have no idea where Tommy is and from what I just heard, neither does Darius.
A tap on my shoulder brings me out of my thoughts. I turn around to see Jamie, Sadie, and Kwest with these big goofy smiles on their faces.
"So how's it feel Harrison…" starts Jamie.
"To officially be the Princess of Rock?" finishes Kwest.
Sadie lunges at me. "I'm so happy for you Jude!"
"Wow, thanks guys! Um…it feels great I guess, almost surreal, but I'm definitely good."
"Well, it's the real deal," Jamie says as he puts his arm on my shoulder. "So how about we all head back across the street and get back to work?"
Sadie started to walk away. "Yea, I left the reception desk empty. P.S. has anyone told you that you're starting to act Liam a little more each day?" she said to Jamie as she pushed him lightly with her shoulder on her way by.
Jamie chased after her yelling hey. I felt the smile leave my face as I watched Jamie and Sadie enter G-Major. I started following their footsteps when again I felt another touch on my shoulder. Except this time it was a much firmer grasp, and the hand belonged to a concerned looking Kwest.
"What?" I asked, flashing a little smile.
"I heard about T's sudden leave of absence."
"Yea," was I could manage to say as I felt the smile leave my face.
"How are you? Honestly. I know you guys have your special thing and are close, that's why I wasn't upset when you wanted him as your producer again."
I looked at Kwest, and figured since running away, getting smashed unintentionally, and hitting number one wasn't helping me, maybe talking to someone could. So I took a deep sigh and led Kwest to a nearby bench on the busy street and took a seat.
"Honestly, huh? Not so well. He's like my rock ya know? And he's not here to share the glory of reaching number one. I sort of don't know what to do without him. It doesn't help that I have no idea where he is and he hasn't answered any of my 112 messages on his cell phone. Plus, it might not be so bad if he had actually said a real good-bye." I'm little peeved at this point of my rant. "I mean, he met me at the restaurant, looked at my blankly, and said 'I gotta go Jude, and I don't know if I'll be coming back, bye' and then just drove off with some short bald guy that I've never even seen before. I tried to get him to stop, but it didn't work. So I just went home. Who does that?"
By now, I was a little teary eyed, and just slightly angry. Kwest looked at me again, but this time with sad eyes, then a question I wasn't really expecting came out of his mouth…
"What happened in Barrie with Mason?"
I was contemplating on telling Kwest the whole truth that no one really knew yet. Sure Jamie and Mason know that I got drunk, but they don't know about the pictures that I'm pretty positive that guy took. I knew I could trust Kwest, but…wait, how does he know where I went last night? Then almost as if on cue…
"Jamie told me and Sadie about where he found you and the slightly hung over state you were in," he stated on a small chuckle to lighten the mood.
I found myself give a small laugh and told him that nothing happened that was worth mentioning, besides my getting smashed. For some reason I didn't tell him about the guy. I figured that I was already on relatively thin ice with Darius and just in case Kwest overreacted, I didn't want him to run to Darius and tell him.
"I hope he comes back soon or I at least hear from him." I said suddenly.
"Me too. I'm a little worried, seeing as how he's my best friend and all." He gave a small laugh. "Till then, if you need anything I'm around to talk to, I know you don't usually spill your thoughts to just anyone verbally, unless it's through a song of course :laugh: so thanks for talking with me."
I laughed again. "Thanks Kwest." I said as I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I appreciate that, it means a lot. I guess we should head back before they think we got hit by a bus or something, huh?"
Kwest threw his arm around my shoulder. "Yea, come on."
We walked back across the street to G-Major. Surprisingly, my talk with Kwest did make me feel a little better. Still, I just wish I knew where he was.
Tommy POV Somewhere in Montana
It's Sunday and it's raining…again. I left on Friday night after Jude's promotion concert and being late to our what could've been called a date. Speaking of Jude, I just got done listening to message 112. Is it sick that it makes me happy to know she cares from the amount of messages she left me? I don't know. Maybe I'll call her tonight if things are a bit calmer, not so tense like, later on tonight and I'll tell her…
"OUCH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING LANEY!"
The somewhat happy caramel skinned four year old just landed on my lap. I'm not sure if I'll be able to have kids anymore due to the severe pain in my crotch region.
"Sorry Tommy! I just wanted a story." She looked up at me almost on the verge on tears with those big brown eyes. She looks at me like that and I can't help but smile at my little niece and try to succumb to her every whim.
"Hmm…but there are so many stories to choose from, do you have a particular story in mind?"
"The Princess and the Pea!" she shouts.
That makes me a little sad. The Princess and the Pea was my sister's favorite fairy tale when we were kids. Humph. I still can't believe she's gone.
"Alright Laney." Said the voice of her father. He almost materialized out of thin air. "Let's give Uncle Tommy a few minutes to himself. Come inside and I'll tell you the story."
Her eyes nearly bugged out of her little head, "OKAY DADDY!"
And then they were gone, and I was left to my solitude on the porch. My sister was beautiful and pretty much everything I'm not. Leslie was brave and the most honest woman I ever knew. She did everything with such grace and care and was so meticulous about everything, that it's hard to believe she lost her life because of faulty brakes in her car. Something just doesn't fit, but I'm not sure if I should make something out of nothing because I could always be over-analyzing because I'm in pain, or at least that's what my mom said, but something just doesn't seem right. Oh well I guess.
I feel like a terrible person though. I miss my sister and I loved her dearly even though I didn't see her that often, but even now during all this, my thoughts are still leading me back to Jude and how I left her. I wish my father would've actually told me what happening back here while we were still in Toronto instead of making out like it was some huge catastrophe so I wouldn't have been all cold secret agent man on Jude. Not that my sister passing away isn't important, it's just I could've told her instead of acting like I was never coming back because it was something totally life-changing, not that her passing isn't, but…ugh…I don't know, hopefully you know what I mean. I feel like a dumb ass now. It's final. I'm calling Jude tonight and I'm goanna try to figure out when I'm going home.
Just then Darren, Leslie's husband, came out. "Laney's sleeping." I nod my head in silence. "I think we're going to have the funeral on Wednesday."
I just nodded my head again. I've been doing that a lot lately. Darren hasn't cried yet. Actually he hasn't shown much emotion at all. It kind of bothers me a little bit. I never really liked Darren much, and now that I haven't seen him cry or anything, it kind of makes me like him a little less. I've seen other spouses who have lost their love/soul mate and they're usually a little upset. I mean yes, they're strong, but I don't know. Pft, my mother's right, maybe I am just over-analyzing everything to deal with grief or whatever. It wouldn't be the first time. I have to sop that. Maybe being stoic and pretending to be all happy is how Darren deals with things.
"Quincy!" Darren shouts as he smacks my arm. I guess I've been quiet for a while.
"Yeah?"
"You alright? You seem all pensive like." Darren says with what I would call a touch of suspicion to his voice and a slightly weird look. I return a slightly strange stare and then just shrug it off.
"Yeah, I'm alright. I'm just goanna go make a phone call."
And with that, I left the porch a little on the uneasy side about Darren to go to my room and return a specific call to a specific blonde haired girl.
A/N: I don't anything from Instant Star. So how is it so far? I know it's a little boring, but please read and review. Since it is my first fan fiction I'm very interested to see what you guys have to say. Hope you come back for more! Thanks!