Author: thatgirlyoucantrust PM
Tommy's older and Jude's older but they're still not together...yet. Besides Tommy has all the time in the world to hook up with Jude or vice versa right? Wrong. Written from Tommy's POV.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Chapters: 30 - Words: 48,532 - Reviews: 367 - Favs: 46 - Follows: 72 - Updated: 07-06-07 - Published: 04-14-06 - id: 2892123
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So I'm sitting in 1st class on a flight to Miami. I shouldn't be this happy about it, but I am. I've got this beautiful young woman sitting beside me who just so happened turned 20 a few months ago.
The problem is she has turned in to quite the player since she turned 16, had a new boyfriend every couple of months. Right now she's with Jackson Johansen. Some kid I've met for like a minute. I didn't like him. Hell I don't like any of these little boys for reasons that I'm in denial about at the moment. Anyway this Jackson kid is actually 23. An actor. He's been in a few summer blockbusters the past few years, some romantic comedies, and a few action/adventure flicks. Personally, I think his movies suck. But then again, I'm more than a little bias.
I think she might actually like this guy . She's been with him for a long time by her standards, 5 months, 3 weeks, 2 days…yes I keep a record of these things. The relationship, unfortunately, seems to be going strong. Apparently its because this guy is a real Casanova. He's been wooing Jude, and since I'm her surrogate Jamie while he's at college, I get all the details. Ooh. Ahh. Exciting.
"Can you believe we're on our way to the VMA's in Miami?" she asks, turning away from the window. I try to act cool, but she's caught me off guard, I've only been staring at her for the past hour or two.
"Yeah I can actually," I say as calmly as possible. "You've worked really hard for this Jude. You deserve it."
She smiles, and glances at me all modestly. Such a sexy look for her. "Thanks for coming with me Tommy…"
She kisses my cheek. I swear this plane could crash and burn, and I'd be a happy man. "Any thing for you girl," I respond somehow, without sounding like some sap.
She turns back to the window, and inhales deeply. "I love this view…"
I peer over her shoulder; inhaling her scent…um…it's strawberries or something berryish. "Beautiful." I whisper, my voice all husky. She tenses up slightly, but she keeps her eyes on the water. I notice her blushing and I lean back in my seat, a smile on my face. She definitely still wants me.
"I wish Jax was here," she mutters after a while.
My bubble is then burst and I remember that everything not all about me. A blow to his ego is the worse torture to any man, just in case you didn't know this already. I'm no exception. I'd rather undergo Chinese water torture. Perhaps I'm exaggerating a little, but you're getting my drift right?
Jude and I finally check into this extravagant ocean front hotel 30 minutes outside of Miami. Jude can't get over how nice the hotel is, that's what I like about her. She still notices how beautiful things are and doesn't take this lifestyle for granted.
As we're registering in the lobby, the hostess gives Jude 24 long stem roses that Jax has sent to the hotel for her.
I must admit the guy is a good, hey if I was girl I might fall for him to. But I'm a guy. I know all the tricks in the book. Mine are a tad bit rusty since I haven't been serious relationship with anyone in a while. My longest relationship was with Sadie a few years ago. I really did love the girl in my own way. She was just at a different time in her life than I was. Yeah, I'm explaining it like she broke up with me. Well that's because she did. Shocked the hell out of me too. But I wasn't exactly heartbroken.
"Ahhh…" she smiles. "He is the most thoughtful guy," she tells the receptionist, who starts to get all giggly with her.
"Hey Tommy, I'm going to run upstairs and call Jax, you handle all of this signing in and stuff can't you?" she says, heading to the elevator with the bellhop.
"Sure," I sigh, even though, she's long gone. I sign in for the both us.
"You know, my cousin loves Boyz Attack! She's from Vancouver and I went to visitor when Boyz Attack! was pretty big, and she had the posters, the comforter, pillows…" this is when I start to tune out the receptionist. Do people not notice when you do not want to be bothered? But I smile and nod at her anyway.
"Excuse me," I turn around to see a tall, black woman, with her hair pulled back, and huge sunglasses on. "I don't have all day, and I suggest if you would like to continue to converse with each other you do it when she's off the clock."
I look her up and down, not exactly checking her out, even though she does have that hourglass figure going on. She just looks familiar to me for some reason.
"I'm sorry ma'am. I didn't notice you standing there," the receptionist begins to apologize immediately.
"Um. Yes. I'm sure you never intended to overlook my nearly 6-foot, 150-pound frame. I can see you that you clearly taken aback by the player to my right."
My temperature rises. How dare she address me as if she knows me…and then that's when I place her.
"Quincy," she smiles taking off her sunglasses.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" I ask her immediately. It's too small of a world sometimes. My ex-wife's sister being at the same hotel…
"In town for the VMA's of course. My baby's being nominated."
"How is Shay? Haven't seen him in a couple months." I ask, politely.
"He's in California, he should be flying in Saturday. He's trying to finish up his video."
"Oh I didn't know that. But you know what I need to go check out my room, and get unpacked and stuff. I'll see you around."
"Smooches." she waves, turning back to the receptionist.
I'm in my hotel room, my things long ago packed away. Well my version of unpacking. Which entails taking out the necessities, toothbrush, jell, etc. I'm flipping through channels, nothings on. I hate television. How can you have 800 channels, and nothing you want to watch on one?
The phone rings and I go into the bedroom to answer it. I half expected it to be Jude, but then decided it was probably someone else, because she would have dialed my cell.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Mr. Quincy. You're rental has just been dropped off here, the keys will be at the reception desk when you're ready," a male voice notifies me.
"Okay. Thank you."
"You're welcome sir."
It's almost 4 o'clock, and I would like to see the sunset over the beach, the first night I'm here. I change in to some swim trunks and a wife beater. I debate whether or not to call Jude up or not. After about 10 minutes I decide to just go over to her hotel room, which is right beside mine. As I stand outside her door, I'm debating whether or not to ring or knock. After a minute or so I knock, even though my mind isn't fully made up, but I probably look a tad bit stalkerish standing outside her door for so long.
"Come on in."
I come in, and call out. "Hey where you at?"
"In the bedroom." she replies.
I plop on the sofa in the living room. I can see her bustling around in the bedroom hanging up stuff and dancing (trying) to Shay's newest CD. Even I must say it's probably his best CD to date. Darius actually gave him creative reign over it after he and Jude threatened to sign to other record companies if he didn't stop repressing their creative geniuses.
She finishes unpacking after a few minutes and she comes in the living room, and steals the remote from me.
"You want to go the beach with me? There's this little quiet, uninhabited part that Chaz and me found once." I explain nonchalantly.
"Yeah, let's go," she says, getting up to go to her bedroom and sliding her bedroom doors shut.
"Hey!" I call to her.
"I'll be in the hall," I say, no need to be looking all needy by waiting in her room for her. "You better be ready, or I'm leaving you in 10 minutes."
"Yeah right," she laughs at me. She knows me all to well.
"I will. 10 minutes."
"But you know 10 minutes for me is actually 15 minutes…" she clarifies.
"10 minutes," I repeat, exiting her room.
I kill some time in my room by grabbing my backpack and putting a couple of bottles of water, towels, etc. Then I decided to raid the mini-bar right quick. After all this I still have 4 minutes. I head back to her room anyway.
I knock and she tells me to come in.
"What if I was a serial killer?" I comment, plopping back on the couch.
"You weren't," she sighs, still in the bedroom.
"I could have been."
"Then I wouldn't have said come on in…" she smiles, opening the doors, and sitting on her bed.
I throw her a serious look, and continue to eat my MM's.
"I know you're knock though. It's all impatient," she says. "Wouldn't you think a serial killer's would be slower?"
I look at her quizzically, eating another red MM.
"I'm serious," she exclaims, putting on her other flipflop.
"That's what scares me." I smirk.
"Ha. Ha. Ha." she mocks me, putting her up in a messy ballerina bun.
"Okay I'm ready," she says.
I stay seated on the couch though, finishing the green MM's. I know her well enough to know that she'll spend the next few minutes searching for something.
"Crap where'd I put my cell?" she says more to herself than me.
"Probably on the bed beneath all this," I say, entering the room to help her look. I find it and hand it to her.
"Okay, come on." she says, leading me out of her room.
She gets to the elevator before me and waits for me to catch up. She grins wickedly. "Hurry up Pops."
"26 is not old." I wince. I hate her new nickname for me. I'm longing for her to bring "lil Tommy Q" back already.
"30 is though." She retorts.
"I'm not 30."
"Close enough…" she sings.
"Well you're boyfriend is 3 year's younger than me."
"Actually 2 and some months." She corrects me.
I roll my eyes and watch the elevator descend. I love glass elevators. All elevators should be glass.
She takes a hold of my arm and semi hugs me. For the second time today, I could die a happy man. "You know I'm just teasing." she grins at me. "What do you want for your birthday anyway?"
Now I could answer this question several ways…I could lie…I have everything I want...tell her what I don't want…which would be a surprise party, or I could tell her all I want is her…yeah right like that's going to happen. What I say is, "I don't know ask me, later."
"Ugh you always say that…" she sighs, exiting the elevator. I walk toward the reception area and get the keys from the receptionist. She's not the same one that was there when we checked in. This one would be pretty if it weren't for all the botox injections. She looks surprised when I asked for my keys. I try hard not to laugh aloud. Unlike Jude.
As the valet brings around the convertible, Jude slowly turns to me. "You have to let me drive this car."
"I haven't even driven it yet."
"Why…" I ask confused. She's never showed that much interest in cars before.
"This car is sick." she says.
"Sure you can drive," I say, hopping into the passenger's seat. Hey it's not like it's my car or something.
She cranks it up, and screeches out of the parking lot. I'm instantly regretting my decision, as I choke on the brown MM's. Apparently practice does not make perfect. "Speed limit, Jude. Speed limit."
It seems that she's tuning me out. "This baby turns corners like it's on rails. I'm so getting one of these."
"Turn right up here at this light." I say trying to get her away from people and onto an open road.
After a mile or two of silence, I ask her about where she learned about cars.
"Jax. He compares driving cars to sex."
Now that is pitiful. Driving a car cannot be compared to having sex. I keep my mouth shut about this though. No use in starting an argument…especially since no one's here to mediate between us.
We hit the freeway where I almost piss in my pants. She's hitting 100 mph. If she wasn't a singer, she could definitely get into NASCAR. Where is a police officer when you need one anyway?
I remind her of the speed limit again.
"Oh come on don't be such a pansy," she teases.
Ha, me a pansy? So I don't say anything about her crazy ass driving for the rest of the ride until she gets too into a song on the radio and takes her hands off the steering wheel. Enough is enough.
When we actually make it this little deserted beach, I actually give a small little prayer even though I'm not that religious. I open up my door and get out the car my legs all wobbly.
"That was incredible!" she sighs, throwing me the keys.
I give her a look and begin to walk towards the wooded area. I wasn't sure exactly where it was because it's been a while since I've been here. Chaz and I discovered it once when we were touring, during those times when we were actually getting along.
"Tommy. You know that I'm not a hiking kind of girl," Jude complained, walking behind me. "There's probably poison ivy or something here."
"I don't think there's much poison ivy in Florida," I muse. "Just alligators." I couldn't resist, I had to get her back from earlier.
She grabbed a hold of my shirt. "That is not funny."
"I didn't mean it to be. Alligators just cross the road all the time here." I smile, helping her over some spilled logs.
She rolled her eyes. "I feel like I've crossed through the dark side."
"Appreciate the scene."
"Well maybe if I had planned for a little hike I would be able to appreciate it."
"You hear the water," I ask her.
She stops a minute to listen. "Yeah…I was beginning to wonder…"
"Wonder about what…" I ask, grabbing her hand, making it seem like it was more for her benefit, but the truth is I just like the feel of it.
"If you were trying to seduce me or something…"
I stop in my tracks and look at her curiously. I would definitely not take her through a hike in the woods to seduce her. It would be more like rose petals leading to the bedroom type of thing. I laugh and shake my head.
"What?" she asks.
"If I wanted to seduce you, you'd know it." I smirk.
"Good to know," she snaps.
I smile because I've hit a nerve. She's blushing like crazy, but that could be from the little workout. But I'll just say it's from my little comment.
We make it through the woods, and find ourselves facing a beautiful oceanfront view. "Wow." she breathes.
"I know right," I say, watching her look at the view. She closes her eyes as the breeze sweeps around the strands of hair around her face. She couldn't be more beautiful at that moment.
"I would love to live on the beach," she says opening her eyes. "Can you imagine if you woke up to this every morning?"
My arms breakout in chill bumps, not because of the light sea breeze blowing over me, but because I could imagine waking up to the sound of the waves, and her every morning.