"Shane! Over here!" yelled another photographer.

"Shane Gray!"

I was tired of these people following me. Ever since I had made my movie debt last week, the paparazzi had been extra clingy. I was walking out of my favorite night club in San Francisco, "The Rocky Room" and realized I had to run to the car that was waiting for me because of all the cameras.

I was a little buzzed, but tonight it was just alcohol. I looked at my cell phone. 3 am. God was I going home early. I was pretty sure that I fell asleep until I got back home. Sure enough, people were waiting outside of my house when we got there, but outside of the giant wrought iron fence that Cassidy had insisted on getting.

I stumbled through the door. God was I hungry. Maybe I had gotten a little drunker than I thought.

I took an apple off of the counter, bit into it and threw it in the trash.

Sleep. I needed sleep.

I managed to get myself upstairs, and into bed next to Cassidy, who had probably been sleeping for five hours already.

No sex tonight. As usual.

I was kind of wondering what the point was in having a wife.

Oh yeah, so I'm not alone.

And because she was pretty freaking hot.

I pulled the entire comforter over the clothes I was wearing to the club, not really caring about Cassidy or being clean.

This is what it was like to be the great Shane Grey.

Not a teen anymore, but still troubled Shane Grey.

Why should I care? I'm a fucking rockstar.

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I woke up to Cassidy shaking me.

It was seven in the morning.

"Shane what time did you fucking get home last night?"

"I don't know. Lay off, yeah?" I mumbled into the pillow.

"Freaking pig. Still wearing the freaking clothes you got high in last night?" she screamed at me. I still wouldn't look at her.

"I didn't fucking get high. I got drunk."

"Oh, so much better," she was still bitching.

I sat up. Her hair was a mess and she was wearing a bathrobe over some flannel pajamas. I married a hot model my ass.

I rolled out of bed and went straight to the shower, much to more of Cassidy's bitching because I was ignoring her.

The shower was cold but I deserved it. I had another interview today on some women's morning radio show. Just what I needed, more bitching women.

Cassidy was gone by the time I got out of the shower. She probably had a shoot today. Whatever.

On the way, I saw another giant billboard with Rockstar featured, complete with my flipping face on it.

It pissed me off. They forced me to do that movie, now no one will leave me alone. That was the dumbest movie ever, not to mention I'm no freaking actor.

It broke the box office.

Yay me.

We made it to the little recording studio, why they had wanted me to interview here, I didn't know.

I sat down in the lounge and flipped through "People" magazine. I found a picture of Cassidy and I walking out of Ed Hardy last week. What a joke.

I wondered where my coffee was. They said I would get coffee. All they had in this freaking lounge was water. I was really pissed because I had specifically requested vanilla bean coffee to be at this interview. I was going to refuse until I got it.

I was about to get up and find the stupid manager of this place when I heard the door open behind me.

Probably an intern.

"Hey, I asked for vanilla bean coffee. Does this look like vanilla bean coffee?" I held it up and poured it on the table.

I could feel the person getting closer to me.

"Figures. It's Shane Grey. Go to Starbucks asshole."

I almost choked on my own spit. Did someone seriously just say that to me?

"Did you just say that?" I asked spinning around in my chair.

I came face-to-face with a face I thought I never had to see again.

Mitchie.

"Mitchie Torres?" I asked dumbfounded.

"The one and only," she replied, smirking at me.

And for a second, I remembered before Cassidy. Before Connect 3's break-up, and the end of Nate and Jason's friendship. Before my solo CD. Before Rockstar. Before I was 21.

Then, there was Mitchie.

Then, I was happy.

But it was much too late.

A/N: Let me know if I should keep going, I have a lot of ideas for this story, it was just spontaneous. I really need to know if you guys want to read more so I don't waste my time on this one.