So, I decided to drop The Beginning of the End because there was too much drama in it, so I started this, All or Nothing, and I'm going to try to make it as simple as possible like The Future Passed. Yes, this is the sequel, set three years after The Future Passed. Enjoy!

-Second Chance-

I sat backstage listening to Seth's voice sing out the last words of his song then fade out quietly. A smile spread on my face at the sound of his screaming fans drowning out the guitar player's final notes. "Thank you! You are amazing!" I heard him shout before getting off the stage. When I saw him my smile grew even wider and I laughed, holding my arms open for a hug.

He embraced me tightly, lifting me off the floor. "God, Cam, that was awesome."

I grinned. "I can tell it was."

He put down his guitar and let out a satisfied sigh. "You were great too, Cam. You sure-"

"Yeah." I interrupted, my grin dropping a bit. "I'm sure."

He looked at me skeptically but didn't push it. "Okay, I'll make sure our ride is here."

I nodded and watched him leave. I could still hear the fans outside, waiting for us to come out. I wished I could honestly say that they were only there for Seth but I knew that wasn't true. People knew my name, my music. They knew why I'd left. Or at least rumours. I was a hot topic nowadays. No longer was I simply the girl who sang at the bar, now I was a star.

Seth came back, snapping his phone shut. "Come on, you ready?"

"Yep." I glanced around for my bag. "Uh, hold on-"

He found my bag with a smirk and tossed it to me. "Forget anything else?"

I poked my tongue out at him. "No. Let's go."

When we walked out the doors white lights blinded my vision, flashing with each picture taken. Cameras were everywhere. People were screaming, crying, begging for autographs. The smile never strayed from my face. We couldn't give anyone reason to fabricate some false story. Once the fame bug had bitten you, it was a part of the job description to look perfect 24/7. No more going out in PJs to drink coffee, no more messy hair, no more public fights. It was more simple for me since I was less known than Seth, but it was still a problem.

Seth grabbed my arm, plowing through the crowd. We finally made it to the limo after a lot of pushing and "excuse me"'s. He was tired from the concert so we didn't speak much on the ride back to my place. I glanced behind us, a habit from when I'd been on tour to check if paparazzi was following.

"Cam, relax, we're fine." Seth said, as though he could read my mind.

I settled back, running my fingers through my hair. I'd cut it recently, chest length, and gotten bangs again. It was a spur of the moment decision. I had been looking in the mirror one day and then took out my scissors and chopped it off. Seth liked it.

We arrived and got out of the limo. I dug for my keys in my bag and finally found them after a while of sorting through my crap. "There you are." I said, dangling them in front of me.

Seth laughed. "You're always losing things these days."

I shrugged. "I think the move back here is just taking some getting used to. It's messing up my thinking so I'm a bit scatter brained." He nodded thoughtfully and stayed quiet, which was very unlike him. I raised my eyebrows. "What? No catty comment? Are you okay?"

That's when he tried to kiss me. He leaned forward but my hands shot up immediately when he was a few centimetres away. "Seth…"

He let out a breath. "Right. I'm not him." We both knew who the 'him' was. He turned around and opened the door to the limo. "I'll see you later, Cam." Then he drove away.

I looked down at my feet, toying with my keys. Two years and I still couldn't let go. I hadn't seen Zach in two years yet I still held onto the hope that maybe we'd be together again one day. With a sigh I turned and walked up the stairs to my apartment. The elevator shook as it took me up to my floor and I couldn't feel any more glad to be home. My brother had moved out a few months ago, just before I'd gotten back. He'd finally gotten a job as a journalist and was flying all over the world. He called me every weekend to update me and check up to see how I was doing. It was kind of lonely without him, I'd gotten so used to having him around it was weird being alone in the apartment.

I poured myself a glass of water and stood by the kitchen table. A chair was right in front of me but I didn't sit. Just stood and thought. I jumped when the phone rang. My hand reached for it and put it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Cameron Morgan?" A familiar voice answered. My heart beat in my chest and I wondered if they could hear it. It couldn't be…

"This is she, may I ask who this is?" I asked.

The voice paused for a few moments. "Zach. It's Zach."

My cup clattered to the floor and before I could stop myself I went "Shit." I hopped back to avoid the shards flying at me.

"Cammie?" His voice said. "What happened? Are you okay?

"Uhhh, yeah." I said. If he was talking about the cup, yes, I was okay. If he was talking about how I was reacting to him calling, hell no. I put the phone on loudspeaker and cleaned up the mess. Then I stopped what I was doing and looked at the phone, struggling to control my breathing. "Zach, why are you calling me?"

The doorbell rang and I looked behind me. "Open the door."

Song: Second Chance by Shinedown

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~Ivoryyy