Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana.

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A/N: I bet some of you noticed the new cover art for the story. I thought it looked better. Also, same as I did for my previous story, I posted the soundtrack for this story on my Tumblr. Go check it out (username is LittleSinner87) and tell me what you think. Some of the songs are hints to what is going to happen in future chapters. Listen to them and tell me your best guess as to what you think is going to happen next. I love reading your comments and suggestions, they motivate and inspire me, so keep them coming. Who knows, I might use them. ;)

Now go read chapter 8. All I can say is "Uh, so the plot thickens..." (as I waggle my fingers mischievously together, bwhaha). You'll see what I mean. Enjoy! ;)

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Shooting Rainbows

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Chapter 8:

Oliver walked into the kitchen the next morning and stopped abruptly when he found a new object sitting on the kitchen counter: a fully equipped hamster cage. Inside, on the little hamster wheel, was exercising none other than the old rat he and Lilly had captured last night. The wheel screeched as the furry, grey rodent ran on it with no purpose. Oliver glared at it with distaste.

"LILLY!" he called, still rooted in place, watching the cage from the entry to the kitchen.

However, Lilly was nowhere to be found, and Oliver needed answers.

The rat stopped running about and began to munch loudly on a piece of moldy cheese.

Oliver made himself move. Ignoring the new tenant in their apartment, he went to prepare himself a cup of coffee, but remembered the power in the apartment was still out, so the milk might have gotten bad by now and the coffee machine couldn't work, either. Just when he was about to turn back to his room to change so he could go out and buy some coffee at Starbucks, the door to the apartment opened and Lilly walked inside. She was breathing heavily and looked sweaty. Her hair was swept up into a high ponytail and she had her iPod earphones tucked into her ears. She took off her sneakers and Oliver noticed she was wearing a thick sweatshirt and black tights and guessed she went out for a run.

She didn't seem to notice him when she took the earphones out of her ears. "Good morning," he said and she jumped with a start, her hand holding her chest. He smirked at her; serves her right for startling him last night while aiming a baseball bat at him.

"Jesus Christ!" she screamed. "Oliver! Don't do that! I thought you were still sleeping."

"No, your new little pet woke me up," he said bitterly, eyeing the cage next to him. The grey little creature began to squeak just then, emitting the same annoying sound that made Oliver wake up. "Care to explain why the rat we were supposed to get rid of today is in a cage on the kitchen counter?"

She sighed. "Fine, but don't freak, just hear me out."

Oliver folded his hands over his chest and waited. "This ought to be interesting."

"It's my hamster's old cage. I thought that Betty looked a bit miserable in the bucket, so I took her out and put her in it. She kinda likes it there."

"Betty? You named this little reptile Betty?"

"Oliver, shhh!" she hissed as she walked into the kitchen and put her hands on either side of the hamster cage, as though blocking sound from entering the cage. "She might hear you! She's a rodent, a mammal, if you prefer, not a reptile!"

"But 'Betty'? How do you even know it's a girl?"

"I don't know for sure, but I thought she needed a name and Betty seemed suitable."

Oliver sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair. "Lilly, you can't raise it as a pet."

Lilly gave him a gloomy pout, her eyes getting bigger and glassy. "Why not?"

"Because it –"

"She!"

Oliver rolled his eyes. "– She, is a pest. She can bite and bring diseases and if it is a female, she might even give birth to more mice. Besides, you said we'd set her free."

"Oliver, look at her. She doesn't have much more to live, anyway. Do you really want to cut her life short before its time? If we set her free now, she can get eaten by cats or get run over by a car or die from hunger and dehydration. Do you really want her death to be on your hands?"

He sighed again, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Fine! But you're keeping her in your room and she doesn't ever to leave the cage."

Lilly cracked a smile and threw her arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. "Thank you, Oliver!"

She lifted the cage off the counter and carried it to her room.

"You didn't bring any coffee with you by any chance, did you?" he called over.

"Nope, sorry!" she called back.

"Perfect..." he muttered. He walked over to the fridge and opened it, thinking of having warm orange juice instead, but a strong musty smell overpowered him and he had to take a step back and cover his nose while he closed the fridge shut. "Dear God! It smells like something died in there."

He went to change his clothes and grabbed his car keys, going out to get some new groceries and planning on notifying the landlord about the power situation on his way.

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When Oliver got home, with his hands full of groceries bags, the power in the apartment was already fixed. He was surprised the landlord had managed to fix it in such short time; it wasn't even a full hour since he let him know about it.

He walked over to the kitchen and threw all the bags onto the kitchen table. A toolbox that obviously didn't belong to Lilly nor was it his, stood open on the floor. He went to check the fridge and was glad it was now cold again and didn't have a rotting smell to it anymore, even though it was now empty of all its previous contents. He ignored the toolbox on the floor and began filling the new groceries into the fridge.

"You must be Oliver," someone said from behind and Oliver turned around and found himself facing a strange man, who stood by the doorway to the wash room.

He looked about Oliver's age. His skin was well tanned and it was evident he was working out regularly, as his abs and muscles bulged through his white, sweaty tee. He had light brown hair and green eyes and he fit well with the Californian crowd. He cleaned his hands and forehead on his shirt, revealing a well-developed six-pack, and extended his hand to Oliver. "Hi, I'm Kevin."

'The electrician,' Oliver noted to himself. He grabbed his hand and shook it firmly. "Of course, nice to meet you." Oliver went back to filling up the fridge. "So I see everything is fixed now. You worked pretty quickly. I'm impressed."

Kevin put all of his screwdrivers and tools into his toolbox and closed it. He rose up and began helping Oliver with the groceries. Oliver smiled at him in gratitude, even though he wasn't sure why he did that. "Yeah, it wasn't as bad as it looked."

They finished stacking the fridge. Oliver closed it and turned around, his hand reaching for his wallet, planning on adding a generous tip. "So how much do I owe you?"

Kevin chuckled. "You don't owe me anything."

Oliver frowned slightly. "Oh, so the landlord already paid you?"

Kevin shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. "Nah. He stopped by earlier to take a look, but I told him I've got everything under control."

Oliver's frown increased, now getting a little puzzled. "I don't understand..." he said slowly.

Lilly suddenly entered the apartment. Oliver didn't even know she went out. He was confused to why she left a strange man in their apartment while she was out. She couldn't be that careless, could she?

She sighed heavily as she walked in. "Phew, that was a lot of garbage to dispose of..." she said and then looked up. "Oh, good, Oliver, you're back. I see you two already met."

Oliver ignore her and eyed Kevin strangely. "Who are you...?"

"I'm Kevin," he said again, this time in a matter-of-factly tone. He flashed Oliver a perfect white-teeth smile and walked over to Lilly. He wrapped his bulky hand around her slim shoulders and held her close. "Lilly's boyfriend."

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Oliver blinked several times, a blank expression masking his face. He stared wide-eyed at the man before him. Surely he hadn't heard right...

"What...?" he asked feebly, but it seemed as if he was unheard by Lilly and her... boyfriend.

"Well, babe, I've gotta go," Kevin told Lilly. "I will see you later," he said and leaned down to plant a small kiss on her lips, which she returned gladly. Oliver had to look away. So many things went through his mind. He was dreaming, he must be; this was some kind of nightmare that he needed to wake up from. He pinched himself and flinched at the pain, but the fact that Kevin was there hurt more; he was as real as everything else around him was.

So many questions filled his mind. Boyfriend! How could she have a boyfriend? How come she never mentioned him before? Where the hell did he came from and why now?

"Okay," Lilly told Kevin sweetly, a small smile spreading on her lips. She said goodbye to him at the door and closed it when he left. She walked back into the kitchen and looked at Oliver expectantly. "So... what do you think of Kevin?"

Oliver stared at her for a moment, unsure if she really just asked him that. His hopes and dreams just shuttered right before his eyes. How was he supposed to answer that question now? He just realized he was beginning to have feelings for her, and despite his attempts to ignore them because they were roommates, those feelings only intensified each day. "I don't know..." he finally said, his voice drawling. He still found it hard to believe that there was even a Kevin in the first place. "I don't really know him. In fact, it's really weird that you've never mentioned him before."

Lilly blushed and averted her gaze. "Well, he wasn't exactly around until now."

Oliver frowned. He needed answers. "What do you mean? Where was he? Fighting overseas?" he asked rhetorically.

"I meant we weren't together," she clarified.

"Oh," was all he could say. Still, it didn't answer where he came from. Pieces of the puzzle slowly came together and he could finally see the bigger picture. "He was your ride to the party last night, wasn't he?"

She nodded. "Yeah, he was. He called me yesterday and told me he was also going to the party and suggested to pick me up. We go way back. We met in college and began dating then. It's been complicated. It's still is. We've been in an on-and-off relationship since then."

"And now you're 'on' again?"

Lilly shrugged, as if it was the most natural thing. "Yeah, sort of, I guess. We've talked about things; where we left off, why we split in the first place and how we make it work."

Oliver couldn't help but chuckle. It was a painful laugh and he knew it came out sounding broken. The situation couldn't turn more awkward for him.

Lilly studied him. "Are you okay?"

Oliver felt his knees start to wobble. He sat down at the dining table before he'd stumble to the floor. He gripped the edge of the table hard, his nails digging hard into the wooden surface, leaving small half-moon dents in it. "Yeah. So why did you break up last time?" he asked, pulling off a cool façade and quickly changing the topic.

Lilly sat down next to him. Her hands began to play distractedly with one of the apples they kept in a fruit bowl on the table. She bowed her head and avoided his gaze when she answered. "He wasn't really faithful."

That did it for Oliver. He just couldn't pretend any longer. He was not okay with any of this. Feeling more than livid, he banged his fist on the table, making Lilly jump and the wood to creak in response. "And you just took him back after that?!" he yelled. He wasn't even able to control his rage anymore. "What makes you think he won't do it again?"

Lilly looked up and stared at him. Her face had a mixed look of fright and anger. "He promised me he'd changed, that it would be different this time."

Oliver stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back. He started pacing around the room, not bothering to pick it up. "And you believe him?"

Lilly gaped at him, clearly not understanding Oliver's odd behavior all of the sudden. "I have to. I –"

"– love him?" Oliver asked painfully, his throat contracting at the words. Lilly's only respond was to turn her gaze away again. "Lilly, how could you be so stupid?" he called brusquely.

Lilly frowned and watched him walk around the room. "Excuse me?" she demanded, her voice held an infuriated note to it.

Oliver ignored her, continuing his rant. "That's what they always say, Lilly –"

"How can you say that? You don't even know him, Oliver!" Lilly shouted. She stood up and leveled him. For the first time ever since they met, Oliver noticed they were almost the exact same height; maybe he was two inches taller. "And besides, how dare you shove your nose at matters that don't concern you? You don't even know the whole story. You don't know anything!"

He gave a hollow laugh at looked pityingly at her. "I know all the stories, Lilly. They never end well."

"Then let me live my own mistakes. Don't tell me how to run my life! You're not my brother!"

"Thank God for that!"

She huffed angrily, turned around and headed for the door. She grabbed her coat and without another word, stormed out and left him all alone, standing in the empty kitchen, reliving the echoes of each word they said.

He sighed, feeling stupider than ever. Why did he keep picking up fights with her? He barely knew her. She wasn't his friend; she was his roommate, that's all. And yet, in the short time they knew each other, he felt closer to her than anyone else he ever knew.

In the few times they managed to spend together, there were things she told him about herself that she swore she never told anyone else, not her family or even Miley, who was her best friend. He couldn't share as much about himself as she did without giving away his cover, so he pretended he was a much shier person than she was, and she seemed to be okay with that, maybe thinking she will soften him up in the end, or simply accepting that this is who he was, he wasn't really sure.

He knew the feelings he had for her had great influence on this stupid row. It was all because of them, after all. Had he not felt what he was feeling, he wouldn't have cared at all. He would have let her face the consequences of her actions on her own. He wished that he was wrong, that she would be happy and not ends up getting hurt, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but hope that she would realize her mistake and that Kevin will disappear as quickly as he came, and that she would be happy with him, instead.

Oliver's mind kept repeating the fight, his heart kept pounding hard in his chest, gripping painfully at his soul and making him regret all the harsh things he just said.

As he went to pick up the chair he knocked over, a soft knock on the door interrupted his musings. Hoping it was her, seeking some sort of an apology, he rushed over to answer it. However, he was disappointed to find it was only Jake standing in the hallway.

"I just saw –" Jake said, pointing with his thumb behind his back.

"Yeah, I know," Oliver sighed dejectedly. He took a step back, clearing the way. "Come in."

Oliver knew why he was there. He wasn't in the mood for one of Jake's lectures, but after what happened last night, he knew he had it coming.

Jake walked into the living room and dropped down on the couch. He spread his arms to the sides and put one leg on the coffee table, making himself comfortable.

"You're screening my calls again," he accused.

Oliver rolled his eyes. "My phone battery died last night. We had a power outage, so I couldn't charge it until now," he said. He pulled out his phone and went into his room to plug it into its charger. He came back and sat by Jake's side. He rubbed his eyes and threw his head back on the couch.

"So why did Lilly storm out?" Jake asked.

Oliver closed his eyes and tried to fight an upcoming headache. "We just had a little argument."

Jake chuckled. "Ooh, trouble in paradise?"

Oliver turned his head and glared at him. "Did you know she has a boyfriend?"

Jake eyes widened in surprise, making it clear to Oliver that it was news to him, as well. "Really?"

"Yeah. I met him just now. Splendid guy. Used to cheat on her," he said sarcastically.

"So, you're jealous?" Jake asked, confused.

"I'm not jealous," Oliver denied. "I'm pissed she took him back after that. She deserves someone who's better than him."

Jake eyed him carefully. "Someone like you, you mean?"

"Yes! I mean, no!" Jake began to snigger. Oliver groaned loudly and began rubbing his temples. "Oh, shut up."

Jake clapped Oliver's knee in comfort. "Well, maybe it's for the best." Oliver looked at him in question. "At least now you can let go of her and concentrate on other girls. You know, Julie told me something..."

Oliver groaned again. "Tell me you broke up with her!"

Jake wrinkled his nose. "Not quite yet."

"Are you going to ask her to marry you or something? What's so different about her? Just get it over with already!"

"Don't worry, I'll get there," Jake promised. "Now, stop changing topics. You didn't do what you were supposed to, either!"

Oliver buried his face in his hands. He hated when girls talked. Why did they have to share every intimate detail of their lives with each other? What was wrong with keeping it to themselves?

Oliver sighed. The worst thing about Jake dating Julie was not that she told him about Beth and him, but that he wanted to talk like them, girls.

Jake ignored Oliver's discomfort and went on with his rant. "You didn't sleep with her because you respected her? What is that supposed to mean? Is it even true? Please tell me she just made it up."

Oliver shook his head. "No, it's true."

Jake sighed tiredly. "You do realize it's your funeral, right? It's your reputation that's at risk. I've done my part. Now Julie is positive that you're gay."

Oliver stared blankly into space. He knew exactly why he couldn't sleep with Beth. There was something, someone, he craved more, and his heart just couldn't let him betray that feeling. And this fight just now proved to him that his feelings would not go away anytime soon. No matter what happens now between him and Lilly, whether she hates him, stop talking to him or even kick him out of the apartment, he knew those feelings wouldn't change. What they meant, however, was still a mystery.

His mind kept replaying the past week. Joking with her, kissing her, hugging her, sleeping next to her; it was all real, he didn't imagine any of it. He felt a sexual attraction to her and wondered if she felt the same way. It wasn't just mere feelings that he felt, because feelings could be interpreted into physical lust, but emotions were now involved, too, and emotions came from the heart.

"You know what? I don't care anymore," he said in a monotonic voice.

Jake didn't even notice Oliver's conflicted face, he just went on, "...and what do you mean 'respecting her'? A girl who throws herself at you and is willing to sleep with you with no strings attached, is pure gold! You don't think, you just act!"

"I'm not like you, Jake. I could've slept with her, but I didn't want to. I'm not a one-night-stand guy. I never was. I'm pretty old-fashioned when it comes to this stuff. I want a commitment, not just a one-time thing."

Jake shook his head disapprovingly at Oliver. "At times like this, I don't even understand how we are best friends."

Oliver smirked, seeing the humor in the situation. "It's easy. We complete each other."

Jake pointed his finger at Oliver accusingly. "You see, sentences like these make people wonder about you! You don't say that to a guy if you're straight! You don't say that at all, period!"

Jake's flip-out was exactly what Oliver aimed for. Jake was so busy lecturing to Oliver that he didn't know what just went on in Oliver's mind. Oliver fought his grin and put on a serious face. "Maybe I'm not straight?"

Jake chuckled hollowly. "Maybe you aren't."

Oliver turned to look at Jake, his eyes gazing at him admiringly. "Truthfully, Jake, I always thought you're good-looking."

Jake laughed, waving him off. "Everyone does, Oliver. That doesn't make you gay."

Oliver shook his head. "I didn't tell you this, because I was afraid to get turned down. I've been thinking about it quite a lot, lately." He slowly reached for Jake's knee and rested his hand there.

Jake finally began to tense. "O...Oliver?" he asked nervously. He sat up and watched his friend warily. "What are you doing?"

Oliver slowly leaned towards his friend. He raised his hand and began softly caress Jake's cheek with the back of his fingers. Jake flinched at the strange touch. "Doesn't it feel right to you?" Oliver whispered.

Jake moved farther back into the couch, trying his best to avoid Oliver's touch. "Oliver. Oliver! Oliver, no! Stop! What about Lilly?"

Oliver closed his eyes, bowed his head slightly and shook his head slowly. He was fighting a smile now that Jake fell for the joke. "She's been a distraction. She reminded me so much of you. The blond hair, the blue eyes. She's not it. She could never be you."

Jake caught Oliver's hand and tried to remove it from his cheek. "Look, Ol, I'm really flattered, but..."

Oliver fought against Jake's grip and managed to sneak his hand to the back of his neck. He held it tight and pulled Jake towards him so that their faces were two inches apart. Oliver closed his eyes and leaned to close the space between them. Jake recoiled. "What the fuck, Oliver?! This isn't funny!"

"Erm... Am I interrupting something?"

They both turned around to look at the door, seeing Lilly standing there, watching them with a curious look on her face. Oliver turned back to Jake, noticing the traumatized look he held on his face, the heavy breathing he was taking and how far back into the couch he leaned into. Can't hold himself anymore, Oliver bowed his head and started cackle in laughter. He smacked his hand on Jake's neck hard. Jake immediately relaxed as he realized it was all a joke and pushed Oliver away from him.

"No," he said, still panting. "Oliver here is just being a douche."

"Hmm," Lilly hummed lightly as she hung her coat on the rack by the door. "Too bad. You two could make such a cute couple."

Oliver leaned into the other side of the couch and tried to control his laughter, fighting small tears that escaped the corners of his eyes.

"No. No, we couldn't," Jake insisted and he dusted off his fancy shirt, as though the action will accent his masculinity.

Lilly walked slowly to the living room and watched Oliver carefully. Oliver stopped laughing and returned the deep gaze. "Uhh, Jake, I need to talk to Oliver. Would you please excuse us?" she asked.

Jake stood up from the couch and rolled his shoulders. "No problem, I was going to leave anyway," he announced and shot a glare towards Oliver. "You're a bad friend!"

Oliver chuckled again. "Oh, come on, you know you would've liked it," he joked again.

Jake huffed humbly, obviously fighting the urge to respond. Oliver and Lilly watched him leave with amused looks. Once he was gone, Lilly turned to Oliver and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, averting his gaze.

"Poor Jake, he looked mortified. You should really not hit on your friends," she said, trying to open a conversation with a joke. Oliver stretched his mouth awkwardly, not knowing what to say to her. "I – I'm sorry I left like that."

She took the liberty to sit next to him. He adjusted his posture and sat upright, watching as she battled with her thoughts.

She put her hands in her lap and straightened her shoulders. "I just needed some... fresh air and a minute to think. I wasn't... I didn't –"

He shook his head and cut into her sentence. "Lilly, you don't have to explain anything to me. I get it. I was overstepping my bounds. I shouldn't have said anything. I should be the one apologizing."

She reached over and held his hand tight. "Oliver, it's alright, really. But I just need to understand why you acted like that."

He sighed and looked up at her, gazing into her eyes and wondering what he should tell her. "I guess it hurt me to know that you might get hurt by him. You did before. It just angered me. When it comes to the people I care about –"

Lilly's breath hitched and her hand gripped his even tighter. Touched by what he said, she smiled fondly at him. "You care about me?"

He realized what he said and gave her a shy smile. "Well, I'd like to consider us as friends."

Her smile grew larger. "Of course we are."

Oliver felt a slight relief wash upon him. At least now he could consider them to be friends. That's one level higher than 'just roommates' and one step closer to be something more, if they ever reach that level, of course. He'll just have to get rid of Kevin first. Not that he would ever do that; he would never split them up. He wasn't that person.

A long pause fell into the conversation, but they didn't feel uncomfortable by it. It gave them time to mull over matters. In the end, Oliver broke the silence. "I trust you would make the right choices in your life." She nodded her appreciation. "But if you ever need me to punch him, I won't ever judge or tell you 'I told you so,' I would just gladly do it."

She chuckled. "It's a deal."

She moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Oliver couldn't help but hold her and run his hands on her back and draw her even closer to him. Fighting the urge to just grab her face and kiss her, he let her go and stood up. "Let me make it up to you. How about I cook you dinner tonight? It's my way of saying I'm sorry for my shitty behavior."

She grimaced slightly. "I kinda had dinner plans with Kevin."

Oliver swallowed the bile that rose in his throat. He took a deep breath, not really believing what he was about to say. "That's even better. Tell him to come. I need to get to know him."

She bit her lower lip and fought a smile as she pretended to hesitate. "We're not going to get poisoned, are we?"

Oliver pretended to ponder it for a second. "I don't know. We'll just have to wait and see. With my cooking, no one is safe." He added a smirk and she laughed and nodded.

"Great," Oliver said, but couldn't help but think, 'I'm digging my own grave here.'

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Lilly and Kevin thanked Oliver for a wonderful dinner as he retired early to bed. He made an excuse that he had to get up early for work the next day. While it was true, he was anxious to leave the room so he wouldn't have to watch Lilly and Kevin playing a lovey-dovey couple in front of him.

He had to admit, Kevin was pretty charming and he understood why Lilly found him so attractive. Not only was he good-looking, he was funny, kind and smart, as well, and Oliver hated to admit it, because he didn't find even one flaw in him so he could have a good reason to hate the guy.

Dinner had gone well. The food was tasty and the conversation flowed easily, to Oliver's surprise. They talked about all sorts of stuff, but Oliver avoided answering personal questions Kevin threw at him, and Lilly luckily changed the subject every time she sensed he was feeling uncomfortable.

It was about an hour after he fell asleep, that noises from the other room woke him up. At first, he thought it was Betty again, and he was ready to pick up his slippers and throw them at Lilly's door to keep her new pet quiet, but then he listened more closely and realized that what he was hearing were really Lilly's giggles, not Betty's squeaks.

He stilled and listened carefully, trying to make out the voices in the other room. He noted two voices, Lilly's and Kevin's. To Oliver's great disappointment, Kevin was still there. Oliver had hoped that he would leave shortly after he went to bed, because Lilly seemed tired, too, but now Oliver realized that maybe she only acted like that so they could have their privacy.

Lilly giggled again and Oliver huffed in annoyance. She had a cute giggle, but he hated hearing it when it was Kevin who made her laugh, especially when he didn't know exactly how he made her laugh.

"Please, please, please," came Kevin pleading voice.

"Shh! Oliver might hear you," Lilly answered.

"We'll be quiet."

Lilly giggled again. "I can't. He's in the next room." There was a pause, in which Oliver imagined Kevin pout or something because Lilly laughed again.

Oliver was running scenarios through his mind as to what was happening in the next room. It was definitely not something he was supposed, nor wanted to hear or think about. Lilly gave a sudden joyful squeal that left little to imagination as to what they were up to. Oliver in return buried his head under his pillow, but it muffled the sounds only slightly. He groaned in frustration and turned to the only option he was left that didn't include going out there and tell them to shut up and take it elsewhere; He opened a drawer on his bedside table and pulled out his iPod. He plugged the earphones into his ears as deep as he could and chose the loudest song he had on his playlist and hit the 'play' button.

As piercing rock music filled his ears, he sighed in relief. Maybe he'd go deaf, maybe he won't be able to catch any sleep, but he didn't care. As long as he won't hear what happened in the other room, he was fine with that.

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A/N: I really wanted to go on and add another scene, but it didn't seem to fit into this chapter, and the chapter seemed to reach to an ending anyway, so I will put it in the next one.

So please let me know what you think of this chapter and if you listened to the soundtrack, you are more the welcome to comment about it as well. Love you all! :)