Shane's POV.

I stared out the cloudy, moist window to see the country side of this crappy world I live in and I kind of like it.

It's peaceful yet dangerous. You never know what you might see. But then again, that's Shane Gray.

Nate Bishop, my best friend, came up beside the couch I had taken control over and he leaned against the arm of it. "Shane, I'm getting sick of this bad boy image you're going with here. So, we're sending you to a small town." I sighed and pulled away from the window and turned toward him. I glared at him instinctively becuase no one tells Shane Gray what he can or can't do. "Nate, no. I'm not going." My voice was threatening and dangerous so I figured that will change his mind. Anything can change Nate's mind.

"Shane, I'm not changing my mind. Now, stop!" He screamed loudly and I jumped back. I had no choice. "Fine, you and Jason are coming with me. There's no way I'm doing this by myself." Nate rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed by me. That gave me pleasure and I smirked. "Fine but Shane?" I looked up at him again. "Yeah?"

"You're a jerk and I can't stand being near you so you better hope this changes you or you're out of the band." With that, he walked away from me. I feel disgusted, really. But I'm Shane Gray. So of course, I didn't feel disgusted. I was happy that my own bandmate, the kid that chased down a teenage girl who knew karate for me, the kid who said he'd do anything for me, the kid who I would do anything for, was disgusted by me. He couldn't even look me in the eye. I felt like I'm not myself.

But I guess I can give this hometown thing a try, give me a new image then in a few months, turn back. Perfect plan. So when our tour bus started to move, I was grinning. Jason came in and sat down next to me. "Hey, found a bird?" He grinned at me and I rolled my eyes. "Jason, shut up." I glared at him and he frowned. "What did I do?" I rolled my eyes. Moron of a bandmate.

I couldn't wait until we get there. Or is it just Shane Gray talking? I can never tell anymore.

This could be a good thing...Or, you know... not.

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Mitchie's POV.

"Hey Mitch, I heard Shane Gray and his bandmates are comnig here fora few weeks." I nodded at my best friend, Caitlyn as we sat outside of our favorite ice cream parlor. "And?" Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "They're hot! Especially Nate. Like, hotttie alert!" I giggled at her fangirl side and rolled my eyes. "Cait, your fangirl side is showing." She laughed and straightened her vintage Mickey Mouse shirt. "Mitch, your hategirl side is showing." She teased, smiling. "Cait..." I trailed off, raising an eyebrow. "Mitch...." She trailed off, grinning. We stared at each other for five minutes, just waiting for our chocolate chip mint ice cream melting into our waiting hands. As I felt the frist drop, I jumpe dbacka nd dropped the cone. It splattered and practically sizzled under the hot sun. "MITCH, NO!" Caitlyn dropped to knees and pretended to sob. Or did she? That's Cait for you.

"WHY MITCH? IT WAS SO YOUNG! IT DIDN'T EVEN GET ITS CONE BITTEN INTO!" She sobbed and I rolled my eyes. "Cait, it's ice cream." She wiped her 'tears'. "Yeah, no, but it was NATE'S FAVORITE!" She sobbed some more. I couldn't help it, I started to laugh loudly. "Cait, people are staring!" I said, trying to calm down. She pretended to let out a shaky breath. "Let them! This is a hottie alert's favorite ice cream we're talking about!" She sobbed loudly.

I watched a tourbus come into view. Shane Gray's, to be a matter of fact. I don't care for his music. But he's handsome. I guess... "Cait, your skinny jeans are soaked with green ice cream." She stopped crying. "CRAP! GODAAMMIT!" She screamed, standing up and wipping the liquid off her knees. "GODAMMIT! Motherf-" A boy tapped Caitlyn's shoulder and she grinded her teeth. "Get lost! Can't you see my favorite rockstar's ice cream has melted and my skinny jeans are soaked?" She turned around and gasped. Nate Black, I presume. Nice hair for a 16 year old. Nice taste in fashion. Can't say the same for Jason.

"Um, sorry to anger you." He tried not to smile at her and he failed, his grin brighter than the summer sun. "Excuse me? Oh, no, I get angered a lot." She shrugged. How the hell isn't she freaking out? I butted in, grinning. "Yeah, a guy told her that McDonald's was out of fries, she made a large boycott crowd." She nodded and he laughed. She pinched him on th earm. "OW!" She smirked. "Well, don't laugh at me!" He shurgged. "Can't help it, you're cute."

Oh my gosh, you should've seen her face. At first, she was confused. She furrowed her brow in confusion and my god, she looked adorable! Then, she was happy. She looked like a kid on Christmas. He was enjoying that so much. "Um, well, like, you're...you and, and, and I'm like, mee...." She was definitely at a loss for words.

That, actually, was the first time she was at a loss for words. When I first met her at 3 years old, she was as talkative as she is now. Now, she was blushing and bumbling and such.

I turned around, determined to get more ice cream and a man crashed into me, pushing me, into my melted ice cream and into the hard gravel ground. My whole outfit was stained. The man walked off. I got up, looking at my hands. They were cut deeply. But that didn't matter. That asshole of a man did. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. Shane Gray. Asshole Gray, my nickname for him. "You're a real prick, you know that?" He looked surprised. "Why am I such a thing?" Prick. "Because!" I showed him my hands. "You shoved to the ground then just walked off! You need to change your image. No one likes you anymore. You're a jerk!" That got everyone's attention. "Miss, I-I didn't mean it." I glared at him. "Sure. Asshole." I rolled my eyes and walked away from him, after shoving him into the wall. He looked surprised. He should!

But Im guess I yelled too much. I should apologize. After I get my new ice cream cone. And then I clean up my hands. THEN, I'll apologize. Until then, he's a prick.