I own nothing, except my imagination...

Bold Font: Thank You my fellow readers! Dearest readingtothemoon, glad I could help you. And thank you TheSunday, readingtothemoon, dizprincess77 and PurpleStar94 for mentioning me!

EnchantixTracy: You should thank me for casting you, you know...

Bold Font: You're just jealous...

EnchantixTracy: I'm not jealous of you...

Bold Font: Then why are you throwing a shoe at your wall?

EnchantixTracy:...

I sighed as I looked around. No sign of the limo. Nate stood beside me with the same expression. Where the hell was our ride?

While we waited, Jason got us each a candy. I popped mine in my mouth and smiled in relish. The flight food had been awful. And the attendant seemed to be a Nate Gray fan, so all she did was flirt with him.

I stood next to my baggage's and closed my eyes in impatience.

Suddenly, Nate poked me, and I opened my eyes to see our limo arriving.

The driver kept on apologising and I tuned him out after our baggage's were safely inside the trunk.

Once we reached our hotel, I began to think. How were we going to find her?

As if on cue, I heard someone come in.

"You okay, man?" I heard Nate ask.

"Yeah. Just thinking,"

"About what?" he asked.

"About the girl. There must be thousands in New Jersey,"

"Well, we're gonna think about this tomorrow. Me and Jase are gonna go to the hotel restaurant and get something to eat. Wanna join?"

"Nah. I'll pass," I said closing my eyes.

After a couple of minutes, I heard them leaving. I decided to go for a walk. I know I should've been with my brothers, but I just felt like being alone for now.

Once outside, I looked around. It was getting dark, so I just circled the golf course perimeter. And then I heard some girls giggling.

I whipped my head up in fear. I was tired, and I didn't really feel like dealing with fans right now.

I looked at them from behind one of the carts. They were giggling about something else. I sighed in relief.

And then one said something in a nasally voice.

That voice sounded familiar. I crept up close to hear more. Where had I heard her?

This voice wasn't an 'I love you Shane!' voice. It was more of a 'We have spoken before, Shane'

"So you really talked to Shane Grey?" I heard one ask.

"Yeah. Of course I did," said the nasally voice.

"What'd you ask?"

"I asked if he reads fanfiction,"

I stopped. So this was the blonde in pink sweater.

"What did he say? Does he read them?"

"No. He said he doesn't. I wish he did though,"

"Why? You don't write them,"

"But Bitchie Mitchie does, right?"

"So?"

"So? If Shane reads them, he'll be mad. He might even go and meet her and yell at her. And then that bitch will stop and then I can see her cry again,"

"Oh Tess! You're a genius,"

The girls then walked away. So all I had to do was to get this blonde tell me who this bitch is and then I'm free.

Bold Font: Shane did not focus on their conversation after the term 'Bitchie Mitchie' He paid more attention to the twig tangled in his hair.

EnchantixTracy: So in other words, Shane does not know of Tess' evil plans. I told you he's stupid, right?

Bold Font: You're stupid.

I walked back to the hotel. Once I was in the elevator, I began to think. How could I get this blonde's attention without causing an uproar?

The elevator binged, and it stopped to let someone in. And as if on cue, the blonde stepped in - alone.

She gasped as she saw me. I put my hand on her mouth and pulled her to me.

"Please don't scream or tell anyone I'm here," I whispered.

She nodded and I let go of her.

"I heard you talking in the golf course. You know a girl who writes fanfiction,"

"Yes, I do,"

"You also know that she might possible be the author of a very disgusting story,"

"Maybe,"

"I want to meet her,"

"But Shaney...,"

"It's Shane,"

"Shane! You could have just called me,"

"I don't have your phone number,"

"Oh but you do, I am TJ Tyler's daughter,"

"Um, Okay. So where does she live?"

"Right here," she said as she took out a pink notepaper from the suitcase that ladies call a purse and wrote something on it.

I took the paper from her and looked at her 'seductive' face.

"Please may I have her address?" I asked.

"But his is hers"

"I can tell this is yours,"

"How?"

"My dad once cheated on my mom with TJ Tyler. I know where she lives,"

"Ohhhh...right,"

Bold Font: You see, it is normal for Shane's dad to cheat on his wife. Everyone in Hollywood knows that.

Once she gave me this girl's address, I sped out of the elevator, and ran back to my room.

"I got it!," I yelled as I burst into the door.

Jase and Nate jumped in surprise.

"What'd you get now Shane?" asked Nate.

"I hope it's not another porn movie," said Jason, "The last one you got was horrifying,"

"Hey!," I yelled in defence, "How was I supposed to know that he would ask another guy to join?"

"You could have read the title," said Nate, "It said 'Threesome in Heaven',"

"Sorry. I didn't know that you were so a allergic to gay stuff,"

"Anyway," said Jason, glaring at Nate, "What'd you get?"

"The girl's address,"

"Seriously?" asked Nate jumping up from the bed.

"Yeah,"

"How did you get it?" asked Jason.

"I have my ways,"

"Shane," whined Nate. He could really be a baby sometimes.

"Fine," I gave in, "You remember the blonde who asked us about fanfiction in the soundcheck?"

"Yeah," said Jason.

"Well, she is right here, in this hotel. She also knows this girl. So I asked her for the address...,"

"So you're saying she knows HoolaHoolaGirl?" asked Jason.

"Maybe. She just knows a girl who writes a fanfiction,"

"Shane," said Nate, "This doesn't seem right,"

"Sure it does," I said, "We'll just go and ask her, and if she's not HoolaHoolsGirl, we'll resume our search,"

"Search that hasn't even started," said Jason.

"Yeah that," I said.

"Shane," said Nate looking at Jason, "We've been talking about this. Me and Jase think that we shouldn't overreact like this. I mean that, she musn't have meant to do this on purpose. She's just a fan who...,"

"You're gonna forgive her?" I cried. Seriously?

"No, not really," said Jason, "But it's better if we let her go,"

"You guys are...," I was mad. How could they forgive her so easily? They didn't even know her.

"I mean that, we don't even know her," said Nate, "Maybe she is a very nice girl in reality,"

"Or a psycho," I muttered, "Look guys. I know that you feel kind towards her right now, and that's probably because you're tired. Trust me. By tomorrow morning, you'll be you again," I finished.

Nate and Jason exchanged unsure glaces. I left them to that and went to bed.

xXx

I was fuming as I saw the outside world through the tinted window of the limo. Nate and Jason had decided not to come at all.

Once I realized that the dignity of the band was left in my hands, I wasted no time in calling a limo and giving the driver the address of the bitch.

Bold Font: Shane is living in a fantasy world at the moment. He is not concerned with the band's dignity at all. He is more concerned with the fact that the dignity is in his hands. He likes being a super-hero.

EnchantixTracy: Thank You so much bold font.

Bold Font: So I see that you have retrieved your shoe. I can see a stain at your wall. Do you know what else I notice?

EnchantixTracy: That there's a hole below it, thanks to my punch?

Bold Font: Not that.

EnchantixTracy: Then what?

Bold Font: Your foot size is bigger than bigfoot's...

Once I got there, I told the driver that I'd be back soon. I rang the doorbell, and waited.

Then I heard feet pounding against the floor, and the door opened to reveal a brunette.

She gaped in surprise, and I smirked.

I really didn't have time for questioning her, and I didn't want to be polite to this girl too. So I pushed past her and went in.

She closed the door, as I came out of a bedroom, which I knew instantly was not hers.

She asked me that what was I doing. I ignored her and asked about her bedroom. She didn't reply quickly, so I ran up the steps, and went to the first door I reached.

And this one was definitely hers, with posters of Paramore all over.

I spotted her laptop and ran to it.

She suddenly came in the room and snatched it from me, and backed up to her wall. I decided to give her space.

"Don't mind me," I said, "I just want to take a look at your laptop.

"I do mind you being here and no, you cannot look at my laptop," she said stubbornly.

"Such confidence," I said as I took a step towards her, "You really are the one,"

"The who?" she asked.

"The one. The chick who's writing gay stories on me and my brothers,"

"I think you are mistaken," She said.

"Oh really?" I asked taking another step, "I'm standing in front of a girl who is a teenager, a fan-not, and a possible fanfiction author. Do I really need more evidence to prove you guilty?"

"I am not a fan because I happen to know you from up close. And even if I am the girl, I would like to say that these stories are completely fictional, and no personal harm in intended. And plus, you deserve it,"

That bitch. How dare she say I deserve it? She doesn't even know me.

"Oh please. Just because you attended one of my concert and I said 'rock on' to you, you can't assume that you know me up close," I said.

"Oh, I didn't mean it that way. I meant that I have actually had a conversation with you,"

"Honey, I say rock on to every girl who is taken away after she jumps on me,"

"I am not one of those girls,"

"Then you are the author,"

"Yes, I am,"

There it was! So she really is the author.

Something made me angry all of a sudden. Maybe it was the fact that she wrote disgusting things about me. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn't sad or guilty about it.

I wanted her to feel sad. I wanted her to feel pain.

"Listen up bitch," I said as I went to her and rubbed my cheek against her. She flinched, but didn't move.

"Stop it, okay?" I whispered in her ear, "Girls like you just want attention, and they will do just anything to get it. Congratulations you got mine. Now will you stop? I'm getting tired of this. Just because you got tired of fucking your boyfriends, you can't just...,"

I was suddenly pushed back and then felt a singing pain on my cheek. Then I realized that she had slapped me.

"How dare you! How just dare you say that to me?"

I looked at her in surprise. She should be crying by now, not be mad. I was angry again. Why didn't she feel the pain?

"No wonder Caity dumped your brother," she spat at me, "No one would want to date a monster like you, or the brother of a monster like you,"

"You know Caity?" I asked

"Of course I know her! She's my best friend. Remember the day when she called to introduce her best friends to Nate, and you and Jason picked up and insulted her? Well..."

I had enough of her. She wasn't feeling any pain. And instead, she had succeeded in making me feel a little guilty.

"Okay. My turn bitch," I said coming close to her again, "Stop the fanfictions, okay? Or I'll make your life a living hell. Just go back to fucking your boyfriends. And here's some money," I said as I threw a roll of cash in my direction, "For getting an abortion, because you're gonna need one since you're a whore who can't keep her legs closed,"

And then I left her. I ran back to the limo, and told the driver to take me home.

During the car ride, I was silent. Somehow, I did not remember, what I had said.

And that was because"

1) I was a monster to her

2) I cannot forget the haunted look on her face

I then began to think. Did she even feel any pain? Or was I the only one in this fight who did?

Bold Font: The end for this chapter, readers. It is nice to know the story from Shane's side too.

EncahntixTracy: Waaahhhh...I don't have big feet.

Bold Font: We all keep wishing, my sweet...

EnchantixTracy: Reviews make me happy *wink*

Bold Font: She's winking to attract boys.

EnchantixTracy:So here's the deal readers. Are there male authors on fanfiction?

Bold Font: If you're a male author,or you know someone who's a male author...

EnchantixTracy: ...On fanfiction, then tell us that!

Bold Font: I know for a fact that I'm a male...

EnchantixTracy: We'll see...