Hey, guys! I know I've been gone for a while, but I'm back for the moment. I had a bunch of feedback from my other stories for Morganville Vampires, so I decided to have a go at another one. I'm going to change it up just a little bit though.

No vampires in this one. It will be ALL human.

There will be a few new characters that I created. So hopefully y'all will like it. Remember to R-n-R!

On another note, I'm doing this on my phone instead of the computer. So if there are any mistakes or misspellings, I'm sorry ahead of time.

Without further Ado, read on my lovelies and tell me what you think.

Loving The Bad Boy
Chapter 1

Growing up in Morganville, Texas sucks. It's hot as hell in the daytime and at night it's fucking cold. Not to mention there is nothing around here to do. Unless you want to go bowling or to the drive-in. That simple fact would be why two of my best guy friends started their own band. Michael and Shane started Phoenix Rising when they were fourteen. They've been playing ever since.

Michael is tall and lean, with somewhat short blonde hair and piercing baby blue eyes. You can tell he works out, from the way his muscles stretch under his tanned, tattooed skin. He's the lead singer and lead guitarist for the band.

There is Tiler Hendinson, who plays the drums. He's tall like Michael, with maybe an inch difference between them. Wavy brown hair sits against the tattooed skin of his neck. Hazel eyes that look like they mask a lot of pain. A short mustache and beard cover his upper lip and chin, while black plugs fill his gauged ears.

Then you have Rolyn Sutherland. Rolyn plays bass and handles the screaming parts of their songs. Dark brown, almost black, hair that's short at his ears and longer up top cover his head. With his signature spikes, you could make out some of the electric blue highlights when the light shines the right way. Aside from his spiked hair, you could pick him out by his piercing emerald green eyes. Rolyn is the shortest of the guys. Standing at five foot nine, he's still taller than me.

Last, but not least, is Shane Collins.

Shane plays rhythm guitar and is a backup singer to Michael. With shaggy brown hair, you want to run your fingers through the silky strands. Brown eyes rimmed in gold looks as though they hold a mystery behind them. Standing at six foot two, Shane is the tallest of the guys. Colorful tattoos cover his muscled arms that always seem to stretch the shirt he wears. He looks like a bad boy, but I know better.

At nineteen Michael's parents died, leaving everything to him. Instead of selling, Michael kept everything. Soon after, Shane, Eve and I moved in with him.

I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes. My arms covered in soapy water up to my elbows. Two hands grab my waist, making me jump and throw water and suds all over the place.

"What the fuck," I say while turning around. Coming face to face with a laughing Shane. "Give me a heart attack why don't 'cha," I slap his rock hard chest, leaving a wet hand print on his black t-shirt.

"Damn, princess. You jumped like half a foot that time."

"Why the hell do you do that," I asked turning my attention back to the dishes.

As I wash, Shane steps up beside me.

While rinsing the suds off, he looks sideways at me. "I love seeing your reaction."

"Bastard," I say under my breath and scrub harder on the plate.

Leaning closer, he puts his left ear closer to my mouth. "What was that?"

"I called you a jackass," I state pulling my right hand out of the water and pushing the side of his head away from me.

His signature smirk is on his face. "You love me though," he says while going back to rinsing the dishes.

"Nope," I shake my head. "You've finally flipped my fuck it switch."

I toss the last soapy dish to his side, let the water drain and head to the fridge while drying my hands. Grabbing a beer, I pop the top and take a few gulps while walking to the living room.

Shane really can be a bastard sometimes. The messed up thing is that I do love him. I've loved him since we were kids. I had a crush on him growing up, but it never went away.

I have a Spidey sense when it comes to Shane. I know when he's around, what mood he's in and most of the time what he's thinking.

When it comes to me though, he really doesn't know how I feel. Well, feel about him that is. My other moods, however, he's a pretty good judge.

Sitting on the couch, I slip my headphones into my ears and pull up Halsey. Closing my eyes and leaning my head back, I let the music take me away.

"Never pick up, never call me
You know we're runnin' out of time
Never pick up when you want me
Now I gotta draw a line
Baby, I done, done enough talking
Need to know that you're mine
Baby we done, done enough talking
Gotta be right now, right now."

My singing stops when I feel ahead lay in my lap. I know it's Shane, he's the only one that does this. I wish he would stop though. We're not together. So why does he do this all the time?

Lifting my head I look down at him. Brown eyes rimmed in gold stare back at me. Pulling the right earbud out, I start to talk.

"Shane, what are you doing?"

"Nothing. Keep singing," he says while taking my right hand.

"Why?"

"I like listening to you sing."

Letting out a sigh, I drop my head back and start to sing again.

"I'm turnin' off the light right now
I'm callin' it a night now
Wishin' you were 'round with me But you're in a different town than me
We've been through it all
But you could never spit it out for me
Tryna talk to a wall
But you could never tear it down for me, yeah"

There's a fuzzy sensation that runs through my body. It all starts when Shane starts to play with my fingers. His thumb running across the back of my hand. I push the feelings away and continue singing.

"Baby gon' love me now, now, now, now, now, now
Now or never, hey, hey, hey
I want you to hold me down, down, down, down, down, down
Down forever, hey, hey, hey
Said you know I wanna keep you around
'Round forever, hey, hey, hey
I want you to love me now, now, now, now, now, now
Now or never"

Leaning my head up when the song is over, I look down at Shane. His eyes are closed and he looks peaceful. I don't want to wake him up but, I've got to. Or I could just lift his head off my lap.

Lifting his head off my lap, I grab hold of a pillow and do a quick switch. Standing up I then pull a throw blanket off the back of the couch and lay it over his sleeping body.

While walking back towards the kitchen, I finish off my beer and toss the bottle into the trash. I'm then headed up to my bedroom so I can crash.

The next day, pretty much everything is the same as any other day. The guys come over to practice and drink. All while acting like idiots. I guess some things will never change. Around five o'clock I start getting ready to go out on a date.

Kayden Wilkinson is a very nice guy from what I've seen of him so far. Short chestnut hair gently hangs over a chiseled, lively face. Glistening gray eyes, set wickedly within their sockets. A broad, chiseled chest always hides underneath a black t-shirt. A tattoo of a cross, praying hands and a rosary in black ink lies on the right side of his neck. He's a looker, that's for sure.

Dancing around in the living room to Florida Georgia Line and Nelly, I wasn't paying attention to anyone else being there with me. The white off shoulder flare sleeved dress was comfy and cute for a first date. Not to mention it was really fun to dance around in. White wedge heeled sandals covered my feet, along with brown and turquoise bracelets and dream catcher earrings.

"My windows down, my seats back, my music up and we ride, her legs up, on my dashboard and it's just the way I like," I continue while moving my hips around. "Hey country girl, this country boy, like everything about you, don't change a thing, no way you stay the same and I got you, I like saw that, all that, head to toe you all that, tell ol' boy he can call back, send her a text, say fall back, cause I can see you got a thing for the fast life, so come on shawty, let me show you want the fast like, whipping 'cross the border, Florida into Georgia."

From out of now where, well from behind me, comes a husky man voice. I don't even have to turn around to know who it is.

"Cause baby you a song and you make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise," Shane says in my ear while grabbing my right hand and spinning me around. "Down a back road blowing stop signs through the middle every hood, every town with you and this drop top Chevy painted real slick, would look a hell of a lot better with you up in it. Cause baby you a song and you make me wanna roll my, roll my, roll my, r-r-r-roll."

I can't help but laugh as Shane spins, dances and dips me. It's just like when we were little. When Eve, Michael, Shane and I would hang out and listen to music, Michael would always dance with Eve. The same goes for Shane and I. That's one thing that I miss from our earlier years. Shane would do any and everything to make me happy and smile or laugh.

I remember running around a field at night time trying to catch lightening bugs in a Mason jar. Swimming at one of the long lakes in Morganville on a hot summer's day. Most of the time it always ended up with Shane or Michael throwing one of us in before we had time to change out of our clothes and into our bathing suits. Camping out was always fun. Even though most of the time it was in one of our backyards.

I miss all those moments.

Even though the song had changed, that didn't stop Shane from dancing with me. Which was a first in a very long time. I'll admit, I loved this. Just being myself with Shane, but also having him be his self with me. Flipping his black hat around backward, he then pulls me by my waist against him. Grabbing hold of his right bicep, our hips start to move in sync. All the while, my stomach is fluttering like the wings of a thousand butterflies. It's a little harder to breath being this close to Shane as my skin starts to heat up.

"Even if the sky is falling down, down like she supposed to be, she gets down low for me, down like her temperature, 'cause to me she zero degrees," Shane starts singing and can't help but laugh at him. "She cold, over-freeze, I got that girl from overseas, now she my miss America, now can I be her soldier, please? I'm fighting for this girl, on the battlefield of love."

"Don't it look like baby cupid sending arrows from above," I pick up with him as a smile stays on my face. "Don't you ever leave the side of me, indefinitely, no probably, and honestly I'm down like the economy."

When the songs over, Shane and I are both looking at each other with stupid grins on our faces. Then the fun ends when there are a shit ton of whistles and hollers from the entry way into the living room. Whipping my head to the left I see Michael, Eve and the others with shit-eating grins on their faces and clapping. Looking beside Eve, I see Kayden. There is a smile on his face, but it's not like the others. It looks more forced than the others. He couldn't really be jealous...or could he?

"Kayden!" I state while pulling away from Shane's embrace. "I didn't know you were here already."

Crossing his arms over his chest, he looks at me. "Of course you wouldn't. You were in here having fun by the looks of it."

I look up at Shane and he has taken the same stance as Kayden, just a little bit in front of me. Like he's trying to keep Kayden away from me. Grabbing my purse off the table, I then look at Shane.

"Where are you going," hurt and worry showing through as he asks me.

"I'm going out on a date." Seeing his eyes change, I start up again before he can say anything else. "Don't worry about me. I don't need a brother looking over my shoulder every time I do something."

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me into a hug. Whispering into my right ear, "you better call me if something happens, or you just want to get away. I don't trust him, babe. Please do that for me." With a nod of my head, he then kisses my right cheek and lets me leave.

At the restaurant, it started out a little awkward. Simply because of the scene that Kayden had walked in on with me and Shane. I had to explain to him that Shane, Michael, Eve and I had grown up together. So we always acted crazy and done stuff like that. Then everything seemed to settle down. Until Kayden got a good bit of alcohol in him.

"So, how long have you lived here?" I asked while still eating.

"Long enough. I came here on business. Been hiding out from the boss, though." Raising an eyebrow I look him confused.

I had typed out a text message to Shane that said, "911! The Pearl" so all I had to do was hit send when I felt like I needed to. With the way Kayden's eyes were looking me up and down, along with the endless pit that was forming in my stomach, I think this was a 911 situation. Something just wasn't adding up. But I was not sticking around to figure out what it is. Hitting the send button, I wait on Shane.

"What do you mean by 'been hiding out from the boss, though'," I ask while taking a small sip of my wine.

Kayden shakes his head at me. "Now if I told you the answer to that, Claire, I'd have to kill you."

"Yeah," I start and swallow hard, "I don't think I want the answer to that. I'd much rather live than die anytime soon." Looking past Kayden's head to the front of the restaurant, I see Shane walk in.

It takes a few seconds for him to see where Kayden and I are sitting. But, once we lock eyes he's moving in my direction. When Shane is only a few feet from our table, he hollers to get my attention.

"Baby," I look over to him as Kayden turns in his chair. "What the hell?"

"What? I'm just out with a friend. I told you that," I say standing up and walking over and giving him a hug.

"Claire, what is the guy from your house doing here?" I look back to see Kayden standing up.

"Apparently," Shane starts while he looks down at me, "you forgot that tonight is when we go to the club."

"Dammit!" I look back to Kayden. "I'm sorry, Kayden. Every other weekend we go out. I totally forgot that it was this weekend."

I look towards the back of the restaurant where there is yelling coming from. Three huge guys in all black look like they're making their way towards our table. When Kayden realizes who these guys are, he hands me my purse.

"Go on and have fun. I'll get in touch," giving me a hug he whispers in my ear, "Run," then kisses my cheek.

Hey, I'm not gonna argue with the man. Shane leads me out the door with a hand on my lower back. Parked out front is Shane's all black, Suzuki GSX-R600 crotch rocket. Yes, I love riding on this thing when he does ride me around. But, not in a damn dress. I'm not gonna complain though because Kayden did say to run.

Slipping the helmet on, I jump on behind Shane. My arms have a death grip around his waist as he takes off. With the open road ahead of us, in the dead of night, my mind can wonder. The main thing that keeps popping up in the forefront of my mind, is those guys and Kayden. What the hell had he gotten himself into for guys to be coming after him like that? I mean they looked like bad guys. Was Kayden one of them?

Sorry, it's short guys. Give me a little bit and I'll have another chapter up.

So, some of my readers may remember a story that I wanted your input on. {there's a snippet below} I decided to continue it :D

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"Mar, I've already met your brothers." Is she that drunk that she doesn't remember? My subconscious and I are on the same page, yet again. Leaning towards the table in front of me, I smash the cherry and butt of the cigarette into the red ashtray.

"There's one that you haven't met yet." She turns her head to the right and looks at someone walking over to her. When a hulk of a guy stands beside her, she looks back to me. "Kyleigh this is my twin, Adin. Adin, Kyleigh." Her hand moves between us to jester who she is talking about.

My inner goddess awakes from a very long sleep and rubs her eyes. Her mouth drops to the floor and eyes open wide as she sees this guy for the first time. Holy shi...she stops talking as she falls back onto a black couch sitting beside my subconscious. Fanning herself with her hand, she tries to calm down. The glares that my inner goddess receives from my subconscious, is crazy.

"Hi." His huge hand does a small wave and then settles back inside his leather jacket pocket. All of which happens while a sly smile comes to rest of his face, showing his dimples off in the process.

Oh, his voice, my inner goddess swoons. My subconscious glares at her and shakes her head back and forth. Whore, she says under her breath.

"Hi." A smile plays at my lips. Damn, he's fine! That's one thing that all three of us can agree on. "You wanna sit down?"

"Sure." He moves in long strides over to the couch and takes a seat beside me. He looks back to Marissa who is standing there with a huge smile on her face. "Mar, you gonna sit or what?"

"Nope. I'm going to find Dean then hit the bar. I'll be back in just a little bit. Talk. Get to know each other. Just please don't kill each other. I don't wanna have to explain to mom why my twin is dead."