Rating: M For language and later smut.

Summary: Heath Slater's 29th birthday turned into a mission for his true love.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but Casey James and her band members.

A/N: I'm not a huge fan of Heath Slater, but he's cool. I made this story so I would have support just incase I randomly fall for him. XD If you want to check out Casey James, go to my page and click the third link. Thanks!

Prologue

Heath was snuggling with the leather black sofa, going through all of his "Happy birthday!" tweets on Twitter. He replied only with a smiley face and a thank you. Honestly, he didn't even know how he was going to spend his birthday; maybe he'd chug down a few Jack Daniels and call it a day. Heath was a huge party animal, but he couldn't find his wallet, so his money and his license were gone, meaning he couldn't go to any club to party or anything. Little did he know, Justin had been texting him all of that time, trying to get him to come along with him and Wade to a concert. When Heath finally felt his phone vibrate, he looked at it and saw that he had six new texts, all from Justin.

The texts pretty much read the same thing -Hey Heath! Happy Birthday. Wade and I are going to this concert later tonight. Wanna come? Hit me back.- The second one was a little more threatening. -Miller, I'm not giving you a damn choice. Either you come to my house and we could go to this concert or I'll have Wade to come and find you. You know how he gets when he doesn't get what he wants. LOL, bye.-

Heath didn't even want to read the rest of the texts, he knew that Justin wanted him to have a good time. He stood up from the couch and picked up the phone in the den. He sat down in the chair, waiting for Justin to answer the phone.

"Hello?" Justin answered.

"Hey, Justin." Heath said. "I got your texts."

"It's about time! I thought you died." Justin laughed.

"Nah, I didn't die yet." Heath sighed.

"Yet? What's that supposed to mean?"

"I can't find my wallet. EVERYTHING was in there." Heath replied.

"Y'know, I'm really getting tired of telling you this because this it the fourth time this has happened, but check in the sofa."

"The sofa?" Heath asked. He stood up and ran downstairs and began to pull the cushions off of the sofa. "Oh, there it is."

"See? Stop walking everywhere with it, now agree to come to the concert with Wade and me." Justin whined.

"What's the name of the band?" Heath questioned.

"I dunno, it's some band called the 'Visual Gore' I believe." Justin shrugged.

"Oh, never heard of them…" Heath said. Normally, he's all over those bands, especially heavy metal.

"Okay, well, I'll tell Wade that he doesn't need to use the battery ram to knock your door down. Come by my place at 9:00 since the concert starts at 9:30."

"Okay, I'll be there." Heath laughed. "Bye, J."

"Bye, Heath." Justin and Heath both hung up the phone, maybe his birthday wasn't going to stink too bad.

The bar was crowded as hell, but the trio made their way to the front, right in front of the stage. Wade had walked away to get some drinks for the other guys. Justin and Heath were talking about random things, changing the subject several times. As soon as Wade got back with the drinks, the bar got dark and the crowd began to roar wildly. An electric guitar began to flare through the speakers, the colored lights flashing on everyone and the singer starting to sing one of Heath's favorite songs, 'Stricken' by Disturbed. As the lights began to shine on the band, Heath studied the members.

One with long black hair, wearing a tight black shirt and blue jeans; kind of like that singer off of Guitar Hero 3, but much better looking. He looked like he had a nice sense of hygiene, he must've been the singer. Another one with short and choppy-like orange hair, like his own color. He was wearing a short sleeved Aerosmith shirt and black shorts. He had leg hair like the fuzz on Justin's face. He was also playing bass. The drummer was hard to see in all of that commotion, but he was able to make out a skinny figure, almost anorexic. His hair was the length of Heath's arm and bleach-blonde. He had this Joker face paint on, he guess that made him look cool and read 'Why so serious?'

Heath was bored out of his mind studying the band, but Justin and Wade were having the time of their lives. Just before Heath was about to walk out of the bar and try out plan one of his birthday, the guitarist's guitar pick fell on his head. He grabbed it and looked up at the guitarist, his thoughts cutting off.

Heath knew he wasn't ready for commitment, but looking at the guitarist made him think otherwise. She was nailing her guitar solo. She looked down and him a few times, winking at him. No one else seemed to notice but him; he was in a trance. She had curly blonde hair at her shoulder blades, wearing a leather jacket and a tight black tube top, also wearing a pair of short white shorts with a black sequined belt with knee-high black boots.

Heath was pretty much in the same spot in the whole entire concert until the music cut off. Justin and Wade was cheering in his ear, waking him up from his trance. Heath looked around and saw Justin and Wade screaming at the band. They weren't bad at all. The band went backstage to pack up and go home, but Heath wasn't ready to go.

"Okay," Justin said. "That was fun, let's go home."

"Uhh, you guys can go on and go to the car, I'll be there in a minute." Heath was trying his best to shoo them away.

"Heath," Wade sighed. "You have enough beer at your house. C'mon, let's go to your house and party for a while."

"No, no. Go wait in the car, I'll be there." Heath walked towards the back. Justin and Wade shrugged and walked outside.

Heath found the room that the band was hanging out in and knocked on it. The skinny drummer opened the door.

"Good, where's our food?" He looked around Heath, confusing the ginger.

"Who the hell do I look like?" Heath snapped. "I'm not a damn maid."

"Well get the fuck on." The drummer almost closed the door, but the guitarist stopped the door with her foot.

"Geez Cameron, do you have to snap at every person you see? I'm really starting to think that you need your anger management again." She pushed the drummer out of the door. "Yes?"

"Umm…" Heath's face turned rosy-red. "I think that this is yours." Heath handed her the guitar pick that she dropped while performing.

"Oh my God!" She took her pick and smiled at him. "This is my lucky pick! I thought that I was never gonna find this!" She hugged him, making Heath's face turn a bit darker than it was originally. "Thank you! I'm Casey, what's your name?"

"H-Heath…" He stammered.

"Like the candy?" She asked.

He smirked, he was thinking something very dirty. I have this huge piece of candy in my pants if you want that. He thought.

"No, Heath Miller." Heath replied.

"Oh, okay. Well thanks for returning my pick." Casey was just about to close the door, but he stopped her.

"Wait!" He shouted.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Umm… Do you wanna hang out tomorrow evening? Around five-ish" Heath asked, his voice trembling. He had never been this shy before, normally he would just say it and not care who the hell you are. "Not as a date, just as….acquaintances?"

Casey chuckled. "Yeah, I'd love that, Candy-bar. We'll be in town for about a few weeks? Right, Rex?"

The singer of the band looked up at her. "Wha?"

She sighed. "We're going to be in town for a while, RIGHT?"

"Yeah, sure…Whatever." Casey rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, we'll be here for a while more. Here, let me give you the hotel and hotel room to pick me up from." Casey took out a pen a pencil and wrote the hotel that the band was staying in and she also wrote her hotel room number down. She put the piece of paper in his pants pocket.

"Don't forget. Tomorrow at five, Candy." She closed the door, leaving Heath in a mess of attraction and sexual arousal. Maybe he'll just watch some porn to get a load off. (No pun intended!)

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