AN: This is a sequel to So Much for My Happy Ending. I decided to end that one, since I had nothing left to add to it, and start a new one, since I just felt like getting this out there. I don't know whether this will be a short fanfic or not, so I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens. And I won't be posting that often, just whenever I have the time, or whenever I come up with something. Enough said.

Disclaimer: I don't own Instant Star or any of the characters on it. If I did, Tommy and Jude would be together already.

Note: This chapter will be in Jude's perspective, but I'll probably switch it up occasionally to make it interesting.

Chapter 1: The Move

Tommy dropped me off at home to pick up a few things for my stay at Kwest's. He told me not to pack too much, since we could always swing by my place to get whatever I needed, but said as long as I didn't hog more than half the space, I was fine. That meant raiding my closet to find the best outfits, since I was going to be spending a lot of time in a confined space with 5 guys and my sister, so I needed to make sure I looked decent. I didn't need any reminders from Sadie about disgracing the Harrison legacy that she left behind (and that all the guys that went to school with her, and who were still around after she left, were more than happy to remind me of).

About a half hour later, Tommy grew impatient, and called up to me, "Do you always take this long to get ready?"

"You're one to talk," I shot back. "Don't whine to me about taking up so much of your time, Mr. I-Can't-Leave-The-House-Until-My-Hair-Is-Perfect-Even-Though-It-Takes-10-Hours."

Tommy let out a sound that was half-amused, half-insulted. Then I didn't hear anything until Tommy tried to push my bedroom door open. The key word here is tried, but it wasn't going to happen. Especially since clothes were scattered all over the floor, and most of it ended up in a heap by my door.

"Damn, girl, what you got back there?" Tommy said.

I decided to play around with him, and said, "What do you think I got?" as sexily as I could.

But Tommy wouldn't fall for it. "Come on Jude, I told Kwest we'd be there by now, so MOVE IT!" he bellowed.

"OK, OK," I muttered, annoyed. Minutes later, I'd stuffed everything in some luggages. "Who stuck up a rod up your a?"

Tommy poked his head around the door, and shook his head in disbelief. "Imagine what your parents would say if they heard you just now," he muttered loudly enough for me to hear. Then he spotted the luggages. His eyes grew as big as frying pans as he looked at the size of them. "You expect me to lug all of these downstairs and fit them into the back of my Viper? Couldn't you have fit it all in one duffel bag?"

I nodded silently at him as he looked at me pointedly. "Tommy, if you haven't noticed, I'm a girl. I don't want to wear the same clothes for weeks at a time, not like you guys do."

Tommy shrugged, and said, "Fine, whatever, can we go already?"

"Hey, watch it!" I said, as Tommy picked up the luggages and heaved them down the stairs.

After I saw the luggages fall into a messy pile at the bottom of the stairs, I said, "What's the hurry anyway?"

I noticed Tommy paused before responding. "No hurry, I just want to get over to Kwest's before he becomes a grandfather." Tommy joked. I didn't laugh. I wondered what he was up to.

We managed to get the luggages in the trunk and went over to Tommy's place to pick up some stuff. Tommy killed the engine, and just as I was about to get out, he said "Wait here, I won't be long."

Less than 5 minutes later, Tommy reemerged from his place, and held up his single duffel bag.

"Is that all you're packing? How'd you do that so fast?" I was at a loss for words.

"I'll never tell," Tommy said firmly. That is, until I gave him the look that I knew he couldn't resist. He caved like a cake in the oven when the door slams.

"OK, it's like this. I always keep a suitcase packed in case fans find out where I live. I learned to pack light and fast ever since I was in Boyz Attack. That way, if I was ever being chased by a mob of wild teenage girls, I wouldn't be trampled because I took an hour to get my stuff together." Tommy smirked, giving me one of his trademark Tommy Q look that he was famous for.

"Shut up and drive Quincy," I glared at him, while Tommy tossed his stuff in the trunk and got in the driver's seat.

The ride to Kwest's place was short, and Kwest and Sadie were there to greet us.

"Hey," Sadie remarked, walking over as Tommy pulled up and parked. Then she looked at her watch and frowned. "You got here fast." She looked at me, as if my expression explained it all.

"Don't look at me, ask Mr. We-Need-To-Get-Outta-Here-As-Fast-As-We-Can-Before-The-House-Explodes," Jude said sarcastically. Sadie just rolled her eyes, and said, "Come on in," as she put her arm around my shoulder and guided me inside. I heard Tommy mutter, "Not again…" as Kwest laughed and went to help him bring in our stuff.

A couple hours later, SME trooped in, luggages, guitars, and equipment in tow. They left their stuff in the hallway, and told Sadie what they wanted as Sadie ordered some pizzas, and dragged SME off with her to get some drinks for our impromptu party.

Tommy wasted no time, and as he started setting up the equipment in the spacious studio Kwest had ("All producers have one, you know. How else could they come up with such amazing songs in a short time?) , he ordered me to start tuning, since he said he wanted some semblance of a song by the time SME got back.

"What's the rush, Quincy?" I said. "Can't we wait until the guys get back?"

"No, you need to start now, before they get back and it turns into an all-out jam session that goes nowhere." Tommy was starting to get on my nerves again. Just when I thought I knew where he was coming from, he turns all producer on me.

Kwest looked at me sympathetically, before he asked Tommy, "Dude, what's up?"

Tommy groaned and said, "Not you too."

Kwest put up his hands in mock surrender, and said, "Hey, I'm just asking."

Tommy glanced at me, then whispered something to Kwest. Kwest nodded, then said, "Jude, uh, keep practicing, OK? There's something we gotta do, but we'll be back soon."

Now I knew something was up, and I was dying to find out what it was. Curiosity got the better of me, and I smiled as words began to fill my head. I grabbed a pencil and paper, and started scribbling furiously as a song slowly began to take shape.

AN: So, should I continue?