AN: Oneshot! la la love this plot, don't know why. :) Dedicated to Camirae for her amazing reviews!

Picket Fences and Red Shiny Gloves

a oneshot by SourirexBeau

I wake up ever evening, with a big smile on my face. And it never feels out of place.

Shane stood up from his king sized bed, rubbing his eyes groggily. He pushed the girl beside him out of the bed half-heartedly.

He wasn't smiling.

And you're still probably working... at a nine to five base. I wonder how bad that tastes?

Nate was stepping into his eco-friendly Prius, clutching a cup of generic coffee. (He couldn't afford Starbucks anymore.)

He tried to ignore the song on the radio. It was by Shane Grey. It was by his old bandmate.

He sighed, ignoring the nagging feelings of regrets. "Why did I have to quit the band?" He muttered to himself.

Because, Nate. You love Caitlyn, and Caity doesn't like the whole 'fame' thing, does she?

And now you have three beautiful children, and you drive an acceptable car, and you drink coffee religiously.

That's why, Nate.

When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.

Shane knew. Nate probably saw his face everywhere, and regretted quitting the band. But Nate was responsible.

Nate was in love.

Shane had been in love once. With sweet, innocent Mitchie Torres. But they broke up, and Mitchie was in rehab for self-abuse.

Funny, how the world works, isn't it?

Now he was in bed with some slut, and he didn't know her name, but she was pretty.

And she was wearing a bright red vinyl glove on her left hand. And he was wearing the other one on his right hand.

(It'd be the closest thing to a wedding ring he'd ever get.)

So where's you're picket fence, love? And where's that shiny car?

Nate hated that stupid picket fence. He hated his stupid, responsible car.

Shane wanted a picket fence. He wanted a shiny car. (That didn't have "Mustang" branded across it.)

Shane wanted to be responsible. Nate wanted to be spontaneous.

Nate missed singing on stage and waving at girls who were throwing around marriage proposals like there was no tomorrow.

He really liked thinking there was no tomorrow. Make the most of today.

Yeah, right Nate. Just pretend you don't make a To Do list every night before you go to bed.

And Caitlyn, she was unhappy because she'd made Nate unhappy.

And there children, Kate, Becky, and Josh. They all thought they were to blame for daddy's "boo boo to the heart."

"It's called heartache, children."

When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.

God, Nate was already in hell. He didn't need to see Shane's face.

God, Shane was already in hell. He didn't need to see Nate's face.

But then Jason called. "I'm getting married! You guys are my best.. men!"

Well, I guess someone's happy then, huh?

"Who's the lucky gal?" Shane asked sadly. Jason's breath caught in his throat as he answered.

"Um, Mitchie." He mumbled.

Shane and Nate were already in hell. They didn't need to see each other.

AN: Random I know, but review please! I actually really like this. Dedicated to camirae for her fantastic reviews :) They make my day!