Okay guys, this is my first ever fan fiction, and this is how I killed time after a Biology test a few days ago. And if you don't like fluff, don't read this, b/c that's all this is. You have been warned. Read and review. I want to know if the second person works.1

You should be reasonably happy... everything in your life is going pretty good, after all. You're famous, you're well known... You've gone from the cute girl next door to the drop dead rock goddess who brings guys to their knees. You've got a faithful best friend who absolutely loves you, and you're getting along with your sister, for once. You're dad is back in the picture, and you almost halfway forgive him for destroying your life last year. Your first album tanked, but your second one is doing awesome, and you're a senior in highschool– it's your time to shine. So you should be happy, right? You should be on your knees thanking god for this good fortune. But you're not, because the one thing that you want more than anything else, the one thing that would make you the happiest you've ever been, is the one thing you can't have.

It started out as just a crush, just a heap of fascination piled on top of teenage hormones. You were nearly sixteen, and he was twenty-two, he was a seasoned veteran in the music buisness, and you were just getting started. You tried so hard to get over him, tried so hard to get him from underneath your skin, and yet he would remain there, defiant, whether he was being a total ass to you or nailing you down lovingly with his steely blue eyes. You've dated other people, but in your mind, you've always created match-up's between your current boyfriend and him. And no matter how you tried, he always won, hands down,

He kissed you once at your sweet sixteen, after you had your heart handed to you on a spike by someone else. And for that moment, he gave you everything– everything that you could have possibly wanted. Your mind wasn't on Shay right then, it had reversed back completely and totally on the one and only guy you would ever want. It was like losing a five dollar bill and finding a twenty. That is, until he made you pretend it didn't happen. Until he left you counting down the days until you were legal, when the two of you could possibly be together.

You're at your eighteenth birthday party now, and he motions for you to meet him in an alley– THE alley, from across the room. And while he's spilling his feelings to you, you hear the words that you've always wanted to hear from him.

"I'm trying to say– I love you, girl."

And you swallow audibly, hoping he can't hear the resounding gulp. You don't have to say anything. For that moment, both of you completely understand each other.

Yea, that's it for now. Sorry for putting you through that.