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The Tommy Torture Series
Chapter: That Night In Jude's Room
Posting early in honor of my parents 28th wedding anniversary! I'm always posting in honor of something.
Yeah the title, it's simple, to the point, and in English. I'll get used to it eventually.
First off, I love you guys so much for reviewing. I sadly love this chapter. I've been dying to post this but I wanted to finish Claire de Lune first. I had it done with the Jude chapters another reason I couldn't post: spoilers and it would be a bit confusing.
If there is anyone out there that wants to write a part of the series with me I'm open to that, I can't write these with any of my friends, they don't watch IS. I don't know how they can live with themselves. But I would like to do a collaboration with someone. Probably the Truth or Dare one or Spin the Bottle.
This is about the reference I made in Jude's chapter. When Sadie said she was lucky she woke her instead of Tommy. This is before Tommy goes totally crazy, so he's slightly normal.
Disclaimer is on my profile page.
Sadie stands in front of the door trying here best to look seductive, she bites the corner of her lip, uh that only looks good when my girl does that, my girl being Jude. Why did I say that? I tried my hardest not to look at her like she's lost her mind as she batted her eyelashes at me.
I pretend I'm falling into her trap as she invites me in. After I'm in the house she leans against the door to close it. She then grabs onto my leather jacket and goes to kiss me, I turn my head when I notice that the TV isn't on and no one is in the room.
Where could Jude be? Well if Vin is here they're in the kitchen, there's no where else except her bedroom.
I was so distracted by my Jude thoughts I didn't notice Sadie took off my jacket and was practically licking my neck. Whoever taught her that needs to be killed because this is not a turn on. There is a right way and a wrong way to do this, and she seems to only know the wrong one. Making me feel like a popsicle does nothing for me, I don't think it works for anyone.
I pry her off of me and go to the kitchen, it's dark and abandoned as well, I get a glass a water to use as a reason to be in here. Sadie in her relentless effort is sitting on the counter doing her best to give me a sexy look. She grabs my shirt and is going in for a kiss, I turn in the nick of time.
“Where's Jude?” I asked hurriedly, I don't want to deal with her constant come-ons.
“I don't know,” she shrugs, “most likely in her room,” That's what I was afraid of. She attempts yet another kiss, I place my hands on her shoulders and push her back slightly.
“Why don't I take you to bed?” I insinuated to keep her from pouncing for the time being, yes, I know I'm usually the one doing the pouncing, but after I had to live through the vomitus tasting crap she called, I actually don't think you can name the stuff, it was the consistency of Vaseline and the flavor was worse. I see her lips as nausea waiting to happen.
Now where was I... oh yeah, you really don't want to have your lips to go someplace that will bring back the awful memory or stomach pain.
She holds tightly onto my hand as we make our way up the stairs. She drags my into the room and with all her strength shoves me onto her bed. She's about to climb on top of me when I quickly get up.
“I'm going to say goodnight to Jude,” she nods and gets up and opens a drawer. I don't even want to think about what she is going to pull out.
I slowly make my way across the hall, I may explode if I see what I think I'm going to see. I open the door and hold my breath hoping for the best.
The room is so dark I don't think I would be able to see my own hands, I knew I shouldn't have closed Sadie's door. I could just turn the light on and deal with the consequences. But luckily I look over and see a switch for the hall light, well I hope it's for the hall.
Ha ha, Tommy earns a genius point, I can only see a bit of hair shine in the limited light. I push the door open more to let more light in and I see her lying on her stomach, the blanket only covers to her knees. I thank the heavens that she is in sweats and a t-shirt. She'd kill me if she knew I saw anymore than that.
When my eyes travel back to her face, after a nice stare at her ass, I just did it, I don't know why, it's cute. I see what I was dreading. There's an arm around her waist, Spied is asleep on his side, the bastard is only in his boxers. My anger is boiling into rage as I stand there frozen watching them.
“SPIEDERMAN!” I didn't know I could get that kind of volume. Jude is startled awake and Vin, I even sneer his name in my mind, jumps about two feet off of the bed and is struggling with the sheet. He doesn't notice how close to the edge he is and falls off the bed taking all the coverings with him.
Jude lets her eyes adjust to the light, she already knows its me but she'll want visual confirmation it's really me. After she's sure, her eyes narrow in anger, I know I'm about to get chewed out, but I won't be alone. I plan on doing the same to both her and Spied, I will have to drill my gorgeous eyes out now after seeing that.
I don't care how innocent that was, I had to look at that spectacle. She knew I was going to be over here tonight.
“Tommy? What are you doing in my room?” She looks over to see her soon to be dead lead guitarist, still struggling to untangle himself.
“For the love of nerds, what the hell?” He managed to say after untangling himself. I just glared at him, ready to attack if he provoked me, all he had to do to provoke me was breathe. A hand tapped my shoulder, I didn't turn to around to face Sadie, I know those claws anywhere. Yes, they're claws instead of nails.
“Tommy, I thought you were just going to say goodnight to Jude? It's been almost ten minutes,” her voice was indignant; I couldn't tear my gaze away from them. Jude moved over to Vin and smacked him on the back of the head, his eyes were glued to Sadie. I turned my head slightly to my left.
Sadie wore a pink nurse's uniform, she has a twisted mind. I don't like the whole role playing thing, at least not with a nurse. Now Artist/Producer, I could work with that one. Where did that come from? I push it from my mind.
I guess Sadie took it the wrong way when I said 'take her to bed', she dressed for the occasion. An occasion that will never happen as long as my name is Tommy Quincy, well it's not but you get what I mean.
“Sadie, what are you wearing? Better question: why are you wearing that?” I can't laugh, I can't laugh, this is my mantra for the moment. Another genius point for using the word mantra correctly.
“You said we were going to bed, and I thought we could have a little extra fun,” she tried to purr her words towards the end.
“Oh gross, I don't wanna hear this,” that makes two of us. Jude's voice had enough disgust in it for both of us.
“Sadie, I never said that,” I said as sincere as I can. I'm telling the truth and I don't want my words twisted, I get enough of that from the media.
“You said you were going to 'take me to bed'.” She uses air quotes and my new mantra has to be commissioned, I'm really racking up the GP(genius points) tonight.
“If you two are going to talk about this, could you go somewhere else?” I look back at Jude and Spied is sitting next to her on the bed. My forgotten rage resurfaces and I'm out for blood.
“Fine, but first I'm going to throw him out of the WINDOW!” I start to charge over to where he sits, but Sadie grabs my arm and Jude runs up and pushes on my chest, they're both trying to do the best to hold me back. All those years of fighting off groupies has finally paid off.
Spied runs to the corner, yeah thats a safe place, and cowers like a puppy with it tail between its legs. I don't hear the incessant screaming that is no doubt coming from both girls. My only focus is on killing a 'dude' that has outlived his usefulness.
“Tommy, please,” Jude's voice drifts in. She's breathless from exertion and she's pleading with me; I stop my pursuit and think for a second. What's going on? I'll I can think about is pushing Sadie and Vin out of the room and throwing Jude on the bed and make her say what she just did all over again. Only this time it will be accompanied by moans and her body wrapped around me.
“Tom,” Sadie is digging her claws into my forearm as she tries to bring my attention back to the current situation. Great, along with going crazy, I'm turning into a pedophile. My head snaps in her direction and I blink to concentrate on what she has to say. Her face looks like she knew what flashed through my brain.
I look back at Jude, she just looks confused. So I'm sure I didn't say anything out loud because she would be scared not confused.
“I'm sorry Jude, I'll leave now,” I say in a distracted tone. I just really need to think. I exit her room and down the steps and all but slam the door behind me. My car is not close enough, I need to be out of here. I hastily maneuver(GP!) my car and speed down the street, but in my rear view mirror, I can see a figure in Jude's window. I force the car to go faster and keep my stare out in front of me as I turn off of her street and head towards home.
'For the love of nerds', just popped into my head and I had to use it. Sadly I'm going around saying this now, good thing it's cute coming from me.
The sequel is titled in French, La Chaleur De La Peau (The Heat Of The Skin), so I think you know what this is going to deal with. Out in a couple days. First chapter is called 'Kisses, Trees, and More Trees'
What do you think? I want to know, but remember I have fragile nerd feelings(not really).
Thanks, Eternita14 (The Cookie Girl) or (BagChip Cookie). I'm an awesome nerd. Keeping up the Tommy Torture since 6/10/07.