HEY GUYS, so i KNOW i need to update 'Never The Same.' i am suffering writers block. i don't even have a CLUE why, but anyway, this story IS shane/michael. doesn't seem like it at first but it will be. it will hate lemons firther on, so don't like, don't read. The first chapter is set the day after allysa has died, before shane&his mum&dad flee. the next chapter can either be set when he goes back or set when he's away&the time he finds his mum dead. review on which one you'd like. ANYWAY onwards with the chapter;"). SHANE. Shane didn't even know what to feel anymore. It wasn't even pain. It was more than that...much more. And being sat in the playground, surrounded by noisy kids, didn't make it much better. He jus narroed his eyes at the place where Allysa would usually be stand, chatting with her mates{ A/N idk if she was in high school, how old she is, I'm just guessing? So no hateeeee, please.} Then, of course , there was Michael Glass. Who inevitably was surrounded by girls: fluttering their eyelashes, practically drooling over that blonde hair, angelic look, and taunt muscles. Even Shane had to admit – though it made him cringe just a tiny bit to do so – Michael was beautiful. He knows. He knew and he wasn't doing anything about it. Instead he glances at Shane, and mouths; 'dude, you alright?' Shane doesn't tell him the truth. He doesn't even mouth anything back, he just does one simple action and one simple lie; a nod. Without a second thought, he stands up and walks, slightly weak legged, over to Allysa's locker. His fingers seem to stumble over the dial, until it swings open and pictures of his sister surround him. She's gone...and you can't do anything about it, Shane. He shakes his head and shoves his hand into the locker, grabbing a school book and tearing pages out. 'Shane,' a voice says from behind him. He knew he should turn to see who it is, but he doesn't. He knows that voic, and he's surprised he's come. Ignoring Michael, Shane carries on tearing at books, leaving the torn pages in messy piles on the floor. 'Shane, c'mon I know your upset. I get it, just come hang out with Cait and I and -' Shane cuts Michael off, his voice harsh and brittle. 'And who else? More girls. Too many to state is there, Mikey?' 'Why are you acting like this, Shane? C'mon, what happened? You're the big, bold, Shane. B for Brute force, remember?' 'They don't seem to see me.' He turns swiftly and points two fingers at the group of girls, before turning back to Allysa's locker. Bringing his fist back, he punches it and even though he doesn't see them, he feels the presence shift as more people begin to surround him. Shane stares down at his red knuckles for a second before punching it again. 'Shane! Stop!' Michael grabs at one arm, and a blonde girl grabs at the other. Shane automatically relaxes at Michael's touch and stops struggling, but his eyes still burn with anger. He doesn't let the tears escape. 'Leave me, I'm fine,' he chokes out, pulling his hand away and waving the blonde leaves shane alone. Michael doesn't. 'Dude,' he shakes his head. 'You're so broken, Shane. What's going on in your head? Why has one thing just knocked you down?' Shane turns again, taking in the boy's blonde rockstar style hair. 'Uh, I don't know? Wait! I got it! Maybe it's cause my sister just died?' he says sarcastically. Michael immediately looks ashamed. 'Sorry, man, I know that but..' Shane can't hold himself back. Michael loved Allysa like a brother too, and tears fill up in his eyes. Michael had always been the softer one of the two. But soon Shane hugs him and Michael hugs him back, patting his back. 'I just need time,' he says once they've both broken out of the hug. 'Go back to the girls.' A feint smile balances on Shane's lips as Michael nods slowly before walking off, hands in his pockets. When he's gone Shane reaches into the locker, and grabs the one thing he'd been searching for: the Claghda ring. Gripping it tightly in his palm, he slams the locker shut and storms off. Screw the rest of the day. He wanted to go home...he needed to cry. And he could only ever do that in his room, alone. Cause he was hardman Shane Collins. Michael. 3rd POV Michael stands there, surrounded by girls flicking their hair over their shoulder. He can't stop thinking about Shane. Even he hadn't missed the burn of tears in Shane's eyes when he'd reached into the locker and took something out. Then he'd stormed off. He also couldn't stop thinking about the hug. How desperate did Shane feel when he clinged on? Michael had felt the damp tears on his shirt. Shane never hugged. And he never cried. Usually. When Shane had hugged him, yeah, it shocked Michael. But it made him happy. Shane really was something special. Something Michael desired for. And he was beautiful in everyway. Michael had to admit it...he was developing feelings for him. MOLLY 3rd. Molly Collins sat there with her knees pulled up to her chest, feeling weak. She's pressed against Frank's solid side, and just for that second, everything's alright between the two. His warm arm is wrapped around her, making her feel safe and secure. The images in her head reply in her mind, and she can't even turn her head to look at the murky flat they're staying in for the time being. Usually she'd be at home, making dinner and waiting for Allysa to blow through the door laughing. Then Shane would blow through the door, knackered. But that wouldn't happen to day. It would just be Shane, looking depressed. 'I don't want to be in morganville,' Molly begins slowly, shaking her head. Frank looks up and stops the carressing circles on her hip. 'this town is **ing up my mind, Frank, I need out. We all do.' 'I agree with that.' Her husband's voice is gruff, and he nods. Molly heaves herself off his chest and looks at him. 'Let's go. Tonight. Let's flee and take everything with us.' 'Yeah,' he says. Molly collapses back on Frank's chest, tears running from her eyes. She doesn't know what to say anymore. Or do. But as her son blows through the door, she stands up, and waits for Frank to join her. 'Son, pack your things.' He says, in a bold tone. There, done &dusted. Hope you enjoyed it;D. i tried to include an insight to molly fleeing. idk how old they was or if frank was EVER that loving but yeah.. review please?xx