Rating: M (mostly language. Like I said, smut in the next chapter.)

Summary: Will the members of Visual Gore get in the way of Casey and her new guy-friend?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but Visual Gore and Casey James. Thank you. :D

A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating as much. I've been on a block with this story. I'll try another one later.

Heath was sitting on the sofa in his living room watching a marathon of one of his favorite shows; Cops. A huge bowl of popcorn was resting between his legs and a huge cup of Mountain Dew was on the stand next to him. He pretty much transformed his living room into a movie theater for a while. He loved Cops, it made him feel smart for not inhaling that weed in high school.

Heath nearly jumped off the couch from hearing his ringtone of Dragonforce's "Through the Fire and the Flames" play in the midst of the show. He picked the phone and saw who was calling. A smile crept on his face as he answered the phone.

"Hey Casey." He answered.

"Hey Candy!" She replied. He doesn't mind being called Candy anymore, it's kind of cute now. "How are you?"

"Great, just great. I'm watching this marathon of Cops. Naw mean?"

"Yeah. I love Cops. What channel?" She asked.

"Fox." Heath replied. "Whatcha doin' today, Hun?"

"Nothing. I think we're going out to buy some new instruments for the next show."

"Where is it?" He asked, getting a little alarmed.

"I believe it's in Canada. We're doing an opening show for Nickelback." She giggled. Heath however wasn't too happy.

"Oh, okay. Err…Good luck." He sighed.

"What's wrong, Candy?" She asked. "You don't like Nickelback?"

"It's not that." He admitted. "You're going to be leaving soon, meaning we're not going to have a lot of time together."

"Oh my God." She sighed. "You're so right, Candy. I don't know what to do. Maybe I'll talk Rex into letting us stay for a while longer."

"Don't miss your shot at fame because of me." Heath cooed. "You go on and be famous, gorgeous."

Casey smiled. "Heath, I refuse to leave you like that. You're too sweet for that. I'll try to work something out."

"Okay. Call me back later, okay, doll?" Heath said.

"I will. Gotta go, Candy! Bye!" Casey kissed into the phone and hung up. When she did that, that made Heath scratch at the spot that she kissed the previous night. That one spot started to tingle again.

Casey was in a section of the store by herself, checking out the electric guitars up for sale. So far, none really caught her eye. All of them looked the same, black and white and shaped like an upside down 'V'. She sighed and walked to the other side of the store and checked the other guitars out. When she turned around, the vocalist of the band, Rexton 'Rex' Cunningham, was right there.

"Jesus, Rex!" Casey punched his shoulder playfully. "Don't scare me like that!" However, Rex didn't have the same smile that she did.

"Casey, I heard you conversation with that redhead." He said, his voice deep with anger. "You can't leave us like that. You're the best guitarist we've had so far."

"Why were you eavesdropping on my conversation?" She exclaimed, causing a few people from other corners of the store to look at them. "You had no right to do that!"

"Look, I wasn't eavesdropping, I was-"

"You were what?" Casey interrupted. "Listening to my conversation with Heath? Same thing as eavesdropping, dumbass!"

"Casey, stop drawing attention to yourself and listen to me." He sighed. "You can't leave Visual Gore to be with him."

"Why the hell can't I?"

"C'mon Casey! You remember our pledge! Heath has a career of his own and so do you. We're rock stars and we're going to continue to be rock stars until we die. We'll even be more famous than KISS."

"I don't care what you say, Rex." Casey shook her head, trying her best to deny that he was right. "I like Heath and I wanna be with him!"

"Casey, don't be so stupid!" Rex exclaimed. "If you wanna be with him that much, quit the band."

"I don't wanna quit. I want to be with Heath and be in Visual Gore!" She exclaimed.

"Well, you obviously can't have both, so you'd better pick one. We're leaving for Canada in 3 weeks. That'll be plenty of time to pick, darling." Rex winked at her and walked away, leaving Casey in a mess of confusion and frustration.

Why was he doing this to her? He knew that she loved him, unless he wanted something to do with Casey himself. He was never this cruel to her, not even anyone else in the band. She was utterly confused. Casey didn't even want to finish her shopping. She ran out of the store, hopped on her motorcycle and headed in the direction of Heath's house.

Heath was not watching the Cops marathon anymore, he was playing some Nintendo 64 games that he hasn't touched since he was 17 on the emulator on his computer. He was lounging on the couch playing Super Mario 64 when the doorbell began to ring out of control. He thought it was the police, but he then realized that the police doesn't use doorbells. He grabbed a pistol from behind his sofa and made his way toward the door.

"Wh-Who is it?" He stammered. There was no reply so he quickly opened the door, pointing his pistol at the crying guitarist. "Casey…What's wrong?"

Casey couldn't even come up with words for how angry she was, she just ran into Heath's arms. Heath dropped the gun and wrapped his arms around her. He let her sob into his shirt, trying her best to comfort her. When Casey was just about done crying, she raised her head and looked into his hazel eyes.

"Babe, what's wrong?" He asked. Heath moved himself and Casey over to the sofa so they could talk.

"Heath, Rex is such a fucking douche bag!" She screamed. Heath wiped her eyes with his thumbs.

"What did he do this time?" Heath asked.

"He told me that I had to pick between being with you and going along with Visual Gore." She sobbed. "I don't know which one to pick!" Heath wasn't at all offended that she had to choose. He knew that Visual Gore was very important to her, yet he was also very important to Casey.

"Babe, go with the band. I'll be fine." Heath cooed. "I have a career of my own."

"That's the same fucking thing he said!" She slammed her hands down on his thighs. Heath only sighed and pulled her head closer to rest on his already wet shirt.

"Casey, I'm serious. Go with Visual Gore, I'll be fine." Heath said.

"Heath, I refuse to leave you like that." She said. "I'm really starting to like you."

"Casey, if Rex wants you in Visual Gore that bad, go." He said, pulling her head off of his chest.

"Please Heath, don't make me have to pick on my own." Casey cried. "I want you, but I want to be with the band. Please help me."

"Okay," Heath raised her face to meet his. "We'll talk to Rex tomorrow. You can stay here till we do, okay babe?" Casey nodded.

"Thanks Candy." She smiled. He smiled back at her. She gently pushed herself up to meet his lips. Both hesitated to go in for it, but Heath wanted it. He pushed himself in to kiss the blonde on her lips, trying to hold his tongue behind his teeth. He didn't want to tongue kiss her yet.

Casey pulled back and blushed. She turned around spotted the gun by the door. "Were you about to shoot me?"

"I got scared. Maybe I should lay off the Cops?" He chuckled.

"Yeah." She giggled as she rested her head on his chest again, letting his gentle heartbeat play her a lullaby.

She eventually fell asleep on the redhead. He looked at her and smiled, picking her up and carrying her upstairs into his bedroom. He pulled his covers and put them at her shoulders. Heath kissed her forehead and walked out of the room, closing the door on his way out. He didn't mind sleeping on the sofa for just one night.