Rating: M (mentions of Drug use, language, and mentions of smut. Real smut later, maybe in chapter 4.)

Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own Jack-Diddly squat except Casey and her band mates, although sleeping with Justin Gabriel wouldn't be too bad. ;D

A/N: Since I got a well number of reviews and favorites for chapter one, I decided to update today. Thank you all and keep on reading! Oh and when there's italics, that means someone's dreaming!

Heath was too lost in a dream, he forgot about everything that was going on around him. He was asleep, but he was lying there like he was dead. His legs were spread open across his bed like he was putting on a stripper show for someone and his arms were attached to his pelvis, like he was masturbating in his sleep. It was way passed the time he was supposed to wake up; he was originally supposed to wake up at 12:00 but it was around 3:00 and he was still thinking about what he had fallen asleep thinking about: Casey.

Heath felt like a horny teenager, having wet dreams. He woke a few times in the midnight looking around to make sure that his dream wasn't a reality, ending up very disappointed when he did find out. His boxers were pretty much soaked, that dream was driving him wild. He was dry-humping his pillow a while ago. He was moaning and groaning in his sleep. This was indeed the most intense dream he's ever had, even more intense than the dream that he had when he was some character in Final Fantasy and he was fighting this other dude.

She looked so beautiful while she was riding him. She blonde hair rising and falling dramatically to the fast paced rhythm she was making with her moan and Heath's groans. She leaned forward and kissed his rosy lips, biting on them a little. Heath grabbed on to her breasts and held on for dear life. He felt like he was going to explode in pleasure in a few moments.

"Oh my God…" Casey moaned. "I fucking LOVE you, Heath!"

"Ahh, shit…" Heath grabbed the sheets on the bed. "I love you too, baby."

With that, Heath came into her, making her scream loudly. She sat there for a moment and then fell onto him. He smiled and rubbed up and down her back.

The phone in his room began to ring. He jumped up and answered it. He didn't know it was the phone at first, he thought that Casey was making that noise.

"Hello?" Heath panted, still trying to get over that massive orgasm of that dream.

"Hey Heath." Justin said. "I called you at 2:00, but you didn't answer."

"Sorry, I was still asleep. Naw mean?" Heath replied.

"Yeah, I 'Naw what you mean.' " Justin laughed. "I just wanted to see if you were okay. You've been acting weird since that concert. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything is just fine." Heath smiled.

"Kay, I'll talk to you later. Bye." Heath didn't even bother to say bye. He just hung up the phone.

Heath was curious about the effects of that dream, so he looked under the covers and saw the mess he made. Yikes… He thought. I might wanna take a shower, I can't smell like this with Casey.

Heath was practically staring at the hotel door that Casey was in. He was afraid to knock. What if she didn't remember him? What if she forgot about their hang-out time? He was just abut to turn around and go home before Casey opened the door. She almost jumped out of her skin.

"Hey Candy-bar!" She smiled. "I thought that I was the one late."

Heath smiled back. "No, I got caught up in traffic." Heath lied.

"Oh, yeah, traffic is a bitch. Well let's go-" She looked at the outfit that Heath was wearing. "Are we going to a café or are we going ballroom dancing?

Heath's clothes did look a bit formal. He was wearing a white silk dress shirt and black dress pants with black dress shoes. His hair was also in a little low ponytail. "I wanted to make a nice first impression."

"You did make a nice first impression when you returned my pick; truthful and honest." She smiled.

What Casey was wearing was a little more casual; a black shirt with the band's trademark symbol, a bleeding eye (meaning Visual Gore), a pair of black shorts and black and red Converse shoes.

"Well, we might want to get a move on before it gets too dark." Heath suggested.

"Okay, let's go."

"You don't have to tell your bad mates where you're going?"

"Nah, they'll figure it out soon enough." She said.

Casey got annoyed looking at Heath looking like he was some up posh freak. She turned him around, scaring him a bit, and she unbuttoned the first 3 buttons on his shirt, exposing some of the freckles on his chest. She walked into the room that the bass player was in and took a pair of his tennis shoes.

"Put these on." She ordered. Heath took off his dress shoes and put the tennis shoes on. Lucky for him, he was wearing socks. "Thank you, you look so much better." She grabbed his index finger and walked with him out of the hotel.

Heath and Casey arrived at a night café just outside town. It's a nice 10 minute drive from where Visual Gore was staying to the café. The two were listening to some 1990s heavy metal to keep them entertained in Heath's SUV. Heath and Casey sat by a window in the small building.

"Do you come here a lot?" Casey asked.

"Yeah, when I don't feel like cooking, I just come here. It's a nice 15 minute drive, but it's worth it." He smirked.

"Oh! You cook!" She said.

"Yeah, I get like Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen. Naw mean?" He laughed, Casey following.

"What did you just say?" She asked still laughing.

"I get like Gordon Ramsay?" He asked.

"No after that."

"Naw mean?"

"What the hell is a 'Naw mean'?" She giggled.

"It's just a little slur of the words 'Know what I mean'." Heath said.

The waitress walked to the table with their coffees and she walked away. Heath had just a regular coffee with nothing special in it, but Casey had an iced mocha with whipped cream, chocolate sauce drizzled over, and two Pocky sticks on it. Heath stared at the mocha and laughed.

"What? I have a sweet tooth." She admitted. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes.

"I hope you don't mind, but I need one. It's a nasty habit, but I'm trying." She smiled.

"Oh, no problem, I have a little problem with cigarettes myself, I just chose not to bring any." He replied.

"Want one?"

"Nah, I'm straight." He fanned his hand as a signal of no. There was little awkward silence between the two until Casey finally said something.

"Do you do other drugs?" She asked, causing Heath's head to snap up from his coffee.

"No?" He asked, getting a bit confused.

"No crack?"

"Nope."

"Heroin?"

"Nope."

"Ice? Dope?"

"Nope and no."

"Crank? Weed? Cocaine? Ecstasy? PCP? LSD? Meth?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, and hell no." He replied. "Do you?"

"No, I was just looking for a good reason to start." She smiled.

Heath led Casey back into the hotel. They had been to a few more places so it was really late when they got back. They went to the arcade, a comedy club (which sucked), and to the movies. They walked back to the hall where her room was.

"Heath, I had a great time tonight." Casey said.

"I did to, Casey. All except that shitty comedy club we went to." He replied.

"Yeah, that sucked balls." She giggled, making him laugh in return. "Hopefully we can hang out more." Heath nodded.

"I'd love that." He smiled.

Casey and Heath stood in front of each other for a few minutes before Casey stood on her toes and kissed Heath's cheek, making his entire face turn rosy red.

"I don't normally do that on a first date, but I can tell that we'll have something." She winked at him and walked into her hotel room.

"Yeah Casey, we sure do." Heath smiled and walked away.