They say, I'm so empty
no surface, no depth
Oh, please, can I be you
your personality's so great

''This sucks.'' Sighed an 17-year old Shane Gray and banged his head multiple times on the table, he and his brother were currently sitting at. His little brother, Nate, had to roll his eyes at his brothers nonstop whining. The only one who could turn things around, was after all, himself.

''Seriously, stop being such a drama queen and just tell her!'' he sighed an aggravated sigh.

''Sure, I'll just go tell Amy that our relationship is making me miserable, and has for the last month, but I just haven't had the guts to tell her! Sure, I'll go say that!'' Shane cried and threw his arms a little uncontrollably around the air. The intention was probably to make an dramatic statement, but if you saw him from afar you'd think he was choking and screaming for help. Shaking his head with a chuckle, the curly haired boy went back to reading his Rolling Stones magazine, as a tall brunette entered the coffee house.

Irritated with his little brothers lack of compassion, the elder one of the boys quickly fixed his attention on the newly arrived girl. She was cute. She definitely was. Her hair was long, brown and loosely pulled into a ponytail. Some extremely dark haired girls, with facial hair problems, called her attention and then waved at her. It was clear, to Shane, that she had no idea, who they were but she waved and smiled at them anyhow.

So, she was a miss popularity, he thought. She kind of reminded him of a brunette Serena van der Woodsen. Whom he only knew the name of, because his cousin's obssesion with Gossip Girl books, of course. Not like he was into that kind of girly stuff. Psshh.

When he looked closer, he noticed that all the girls were wearing the same uniform. Well, almost. It looked like his mystery girl had, instead of the usual dark green sweater, worn an oversized boys jacket, with the sleeves pulled up, and a slightly different shirt with a black tie. He grinned. That was his kind of girl. 'Don't fit in, stand out.' That was the motto of a new movie they had just finished. He and his brothers lived by it, everyday. And by the looks of it, so did she.

She was her dream girl. Well, she sure looked like it. If she was from Australia, that song would so describe her. She didn't look like she was from Australia, though. Deciding to find out, he looked around and made his decision. ''I'll be right back.'' he told his brother, and rose from his seat.

Nate looked up from his magazine, and then followed his brothers gaze. ''Wha-- Oh, no. Shane, please don't.'' he begged, and threw his head on the table, mimicking his brothers earlier actions, when he saw where he was headed.

Shane just rolled his eyes, and fixated his attention on the girl whom was now waiting on… well, whatever she ordered. He stood behind her, and saw her tapping her black painted nails on the counter. A smile stretched his face, at her impatience. Just as he was about to say his usual line. 'I've got my library card, and I'm checking you out', she turned to him. ''Don't.'' she said with an European accent, her voice hoarse. Damn, there went the Australian theory right down the toilet.

''I'm sorry?'' he asked, taken aback. He didn't even had the chance to say it! Jason was right, he really did need new pick-up lines.

''Look, I'm flattered and all, but you really don't want to hit on me.'' the brunette girl told him, looking him in the eyes. She was even more beautiful up close, and about the same height as him, maybe an inch shorter.

''Oh really, and why's that?'' he asked, and leaned up against the counter. The girl shook her head, as she received her ice blended frapuccino, though her pearly white smile couldn't be suppressed. ''Because, Shane Gray, 17, I'm Michelle Torres, 13.'' Michelle explained, and at the boys shocked expression, she laughed and laid a frail hand his muscular shoulder.

''Don't worry, I get that a lot. But never before from a rock star, though.'' she shrugged her fragile-looking shoulders and gave him a small amused smile, before turning around, and making her way out on the Manhattan street again.

''Oh, wow.'' came Nate up laughing on the side of Shane. ''You got dumped,'' he laughed and patted his big brother on the shoulder, but Shane didn't seem fazed by it.

''She was so… awesome.'' he explained, and looked over at Nate. ''Wasn't she just so awesome?'' he asked in awe, as he followed her with his eyes. She wasn't watching where she was going, her phone held her attention, as she collided with a guy, wearing the same jacket as hers. So he was right, she did wear the boys jacket! But wait, if she was only thirteen that guy was definitely older than her, and she was hugging him!

Oh well, he still thought she was awesome. His little brother laughed and shook his head, when he noticed where Shane's eyes were glued to. But he had to admit, this girl was definitely awesome. She obviously knew who Connect 3 were, and she must have not totally despised them since she knew how old they were. And then she still just go there and turns down Shane? Oh yeah, definitely Nate's favorite girl of the day.

''Yeah, she was awesome.'' he laughed, and patted his still-shocked brothers back, before taking on a pair of sunglasses, ready to face the frenzy. Paparazzi time. This, I could live without, he thought, as he followed his little brother in to the madness.

Like new buildings
square tall and the same
Sorry, Miss Stupid
didn't you know it was a game

It was a week after New York, and Shane wanted to give Jason a really good reason, but he couldn't. They were back in LA and his big brother had asked him why that he after all these month, of whining about his miserable relationship with Amy Michaels, suddenly had decided that right now was the time to break up with her. Why it was right now that Jason should drive him to her house. Why it was right now, when Jason had a date with Chloe… something.

Shane hadn't bothered to learn the rest. She had been in one of their music videos, but he could feel that she was about to get dumped. Or maybe the other way round. That wasn't the point, though. The point was that, his meeting with Michelle had changed something in him. But that's the thing. She didn't say anything wise to him, that he could sit and wonder about. This wasn't like an episode of Grey's Anatomy where Meredith has just decided to move in with McDreamy, but then her patient tells her how bad her/his marriage is and then Meredith suddenly changes her mind.

Michelle, she just…Well, like he said, he couldn't give Jason that really good reason he needed. Which meant that Shane had to bike. These were the times where he cursed himself for never getting that drivers license.

Shane hopped of his bike, and threw it on the lawn. He knew that Amy was a catch, and yeah, anyone would be lucky to date her. But… something about the two of them just didn't work out. He didn't know what it was, but he couldn't lie to her. Not anymore, at least.

As he was walking, the white front door in front of him his destination, he wondered for a moment what he was actually going to say to her. How to break it off. Oh, damn these spur of the moment things. Why didn't he plan this? Oh, right. Michelle & Grey's Anatomy.

Nevertheless, he found his feet bringing him to the front door and his hand on the door bell, soon followed by a bubbly Amy standing there in the doorway. Her happiness made him feel like crap, because of what he was about to do. ''Shane!'' she squealed, which was a very uncommon thing for her to do.

He slightly winced when she threw her hands around his neck, and said something about that she hadn't seen him in forever. Yeah, there was a reason for that, he thought. ''Hi Manda.'' he smiled a tight smile at her. She must've noticed that Shane didn't hug her back, because she pulled back awkwardly and looked him confused in the eyes.

He didn't say anything, but just send her a pitiful look, which made her look someone, you would pity. ''Is something wrong?'' she asked confused, as she blew some hair out of her face. ''Let's go to your room.'' he sighed.

Yup, she definitely looked pitiable.

''Uhm, Shane is something wrong?'' she asked, concerned and had a serious look in her eyes. Almost as if she was trying to read his secret in his features.

Shane & Amy stood awkwardly in her room, 2 feet between them. When he let his eyes glance over the various music posters in her bedroom, and all the pictures of them together, he knew that she must've known something was not right. You could cut the tension with a spoon.

''I…'' Shane began, but then sighed, and sat down on Amanda's bed. ''You… what?'' she asked, a small smile stretching on her face. However, when she saw no sign of joy or joking in his eyes, the small quickly turned into a frown. Shane sighed again, and pulled his own hair. ''Amanda, we need to talk.''

Amy swallowed the forming lump in her throat, and answered, ''Yeah, I think you're right.'' before sitting down on the floor.

''I don't think this is working out.'' he told her, indicating the two of them. ''This, us, we.'' Shane closed his eyes shut, waiting for her reaction. Someone just kill him, already. This is why he had postponed this break-up for so long.

''Oh.'' was all the response her heard from her, which made him open his eyes. He saw her looking down at her hands, a single tear fighting it's way down her cheek.

''Oh?'' he asked, confused. She looked up, anger suddenly burning in her eyes. Wrong move.

''What the hell am I supposed to say, huh Shane? 'I understand, let's just be friends?' Is that what I'm supposed to say?'' she exploded, and stood up. Shane stood up as well, and opened his mouth to say something, but Amy beat him to it. ''Well, I can't! Cos I don't understand! Okay? I thought everything was fine between us! And you know what else? I sure as hell don't want to be your friend.'' she finished, crossing her arms, a silent tear rolling down her pale face.

''Manda…'' Shane tried to soothe her, but she turned around.

''I'd like you to go. Now.'' he could hear a sob escaping her throat, and as much as it was breaking him to see this upset, he also knew that it wasn't his job to make her feel better again. It wasn't his job, to wipe her tears and hold her close. It wasn't his job to whisper in her ear, that everything would be okay. Not anymore. So, as he turned on his heel and walked down the long staircase, he knew it would be for the last time.

''Shane?'' a voice asked behind him, which made him look up. She was grinning. ''Taking off so soon?'' Alyson, Amy's sister asked, with a smile. ''You didn't get into a fight did you?'' she joked, with a laugh.

Shane looked at her, guilty of what he had done to her baby sister. ''You better check up on her, she seemed upset.'' he told her, and was about to open the door when he heard Aly's voice again.

''Wait, are you serious?'' she asked, her voice alarmed. This time he didn't turn around. He opened the door, and walked out into the night.

Well, down to where he had thrown his bike earlier. Despite the feeling of horror toward himself, a smile couldn't be suppressed from his face. He was free. Finally. That little green monster, who had followed for almost two months now, that he left with her.

His mind wasn't set on the girl he had just left crying in the bedroom, as coward-ish as that may seem. No, it was set of a girl full of life, energy, and equipped with a bubbly personality.

Michelle.

A/N: This is a new story I'm going to start writing, and it's going to be interesting. Long, hopefully.

Lmao.

I hope you will all enjoy it, and keep reading it and leave lots of wonderful reviews!