Rating: M (Mostly language and mentions of sex)

Summary: It's been about 3 weeks, and Heath is going to be in for a big surprise.

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

Heath tossed and turned in the bed for about 3 minutes before the sounds of police sirens woke him up. He sat in the bed and yawned and scratched himself for about 2 more minutes, mostly scratching his face. He looked over to the side of him and noticed something was missing. Someone was right there about 9 hours ago. It was 7:00 in the morning and Heath was extremely confused.

"Casey." He whispered, finally noticing what was missing. He started to get up, but he then realized that he didn't have any clothes on from the previous night. He walked over to the drawer and pulled out a clean pair of boxers and a shirt and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

After Heath was done drying his hair and shaving, he ran downstairs to find empty rooms. He called Casey's name, but no one was there, he shrugged and walked over to the refrigerator. Maybe she went to the store or somethin' Heath thought, but he was terribly wrong.

Heath opened the fridge and noticed that there was a note on the box of pancake mix. It was from Casey. She didn't want to put it outside the fridge because there's enough stuff on there, so Heath would probably miss it. He pulled out the pancake mix and detached the note on it. He flipped the note open and began reading it.

Hey Candy-Bar,

What we did earlier this month was amazing, including last night, but I noticed something. I do want to be famous. I want to be a rockstar. It was always my dream to be a rockstar. Ever since I was a little girl, I used to listen to Bret Michaels and Mick Jagger, sometimes even the Charlie Daniels band with my daddy. I was that obsessed. So, don't take anything personal, but I decided to carry out my dreams and go with Visual Gore. I will make sure I watch every SmackDown episode to see you, Heath. Win or lose, you're the coolest dude I've ever met. Hopefully, you'll be at one of my concerts one day. I'll make sure it'll happen. And maybe, just maybe, I can get you to play with us in a show. I've heard you play the guitar, you rock, baby. I love you and I hope you're not too mad at me for revealing this to you at such short notice, and don't cry baby. I'll miss you too. If I'm not strong, you have to be. Hell, I'm crying while I'm writing this. Bye my One Man Rock Band, our paths will cross again…One day.

Love,

Casey James

Heath couldn't even get passed the 7th sentence before tearing up. Why in the world would she want to leave him like that, he was more sad than angry right now. This was too much to take. He knows that he only knew her for about a month, but he wanted to be with her no matter what happened. How could he let that happen to her?

He finished reading the note and balled it up and threw it in the trash. He placed his back against the fridge and began to cry. Casey was the one girl that he thought he was going to marry, but she turned around and stabbed him in the back like his other girlfriend did a few months ago.

Heath wanted to die right here and right now. Casey meant a lot to him, but having her turn around and leave him unexpectedly was too much to handle. At that time anyway. Heath wasn't even hungry anymore, he couldn't think straight. Was it because he rushed into sex too quickly? Was she not satisfied? He didn't know, all he knew was that he wasn't going to do anything else till she came back to him.

A week had gone by and Heath was just as depressed as he was when he first received the note. He didn't do anything. All he really did was drink water and sat on the sofa doing nothing. He hadn't eaten nor shaved. He didn't even want to take a shower. Justin and Wade had been calling his phone and the house phone, but Heath refused to answer. Soon, Justin couldn't take this anymore so he drove by Heath's house.

Justin rang the doorbell at least five times before picking the lock. He opened the door and saw a very depressed Heath on the sofa. He looks like he hasn't been taking care of himself. He needed to shave, he looked like he dropped about 10 pounds, and his was in need of a nice trim on his hair. Also, he was in desperate need of a shower.

"Heath…" Justin said in awe. "What happened to you?"

"She left me…" Heath murmured.

"Who Casey? I though she wasn't going with Visual Gore?" Justin replied.

"She left me…I loved her to death, and she left me…"

"Heath, I know you loved her, but sagging around here isn't going to solve you problems." Justin picked with Heath's hair. "You need a shower, you smell like dead old people."

Heath was only able to look up at Justin and look back down. "She left me…"

"Heath, I know that. You just said that. Now, if your head starts turning, I love you, but I'm gonna shoot your God damn brains out." Justin said. "Now, let's get you in the shower." Justin tried to lift Heath up, but it was like he was dead weight.

"I don't want to shower unless she's with me." Heath protested.

"Heath, she might not be coming back for a long time, c'mon!" Justin tried again to pull, failing again.

"I don't want to shower unless she's with me." He said again.

"Heath, c'mon!"

"I don't want to shower unless she's with me."

"Damnit, Heath! She's never coming back!" Justin just realized what he said. Heath began to cry. Justin didn't mean it like that, he was just angry with his friend.

"Hey there, I'm sorry…I didn't mean it like that." Justin cooed.

"No, you meant it like you said it! She's not coming back…" Heath sobbed.

"Yeah she is, you just have to give it some time. Please Heath, come with me." Justin tried to pull him again. This time, he managed to pull Heath up and walked into the bathroom downstairs, since he was afraid that he would fall downstairs.

Justin turned on the water and began to strip Heath down. Heath was a little uncomfortable with Justin stripping him, but all Justin would reply with was 'Shut up. I have what you have.' Justin stripped Heath completely naked and helped him into the shower, closing the door behind the red head.

"And until I think you've washed everything and I can smell Irish Spring (sexy smelling soap) coming from the shower, you're not leaving the shower, Slater." Justin stated. Heath sighed and supposed that he had no other choice but to shower.

When Heath knocked on the shower door, Justin opened it and turned the water off. He helped Heath out of the shower and passed him a towel, letting him dry himself off. When he was done, Justin passed him a pair of boxers that he got from Heath's room and a pair of jogging shorts and a loose t-shirt and waited for him to put it on. Heath didn't care if he was wearing clothes or not, he could walk around the house naked for all he cared.

"See? Don't you look very clean!" Justin smiled. Heath shrugged and tried to create a smile as big and bright as Justin's, but it fell quickly.

"Yeah. Whatever." Heath sighed, walking back to his room. Heath sat on his bed, back against the headboard. His bed felt so good, maybe because he had been sleeping on the sofa for the past week. Justin walked in and sat next to him, rubbing his back gently. Heath wanted to break down again, but it was like he was out of tears. His brain couldn't process him crying anymore, so he just stared a hole into the mattress on his bed.

"Now Heath." Justin said, causing Heath to look sadly at him. "I know that losing Casey was hard, but you have to understand that she's happy. You want her happy, right?"

"Yes." Heath weakly replied.

"Okay, she's happy with her career and I bet she doesn't want you moping around here like you are." Justin gave Heath a reassuring smile and a pat on the back.

"It's not that easy, J." Heath said, grabbing Justin's full attention. "I…I need her. I thought that she was the one, but she just turned around and stabbed me in the back, like Mia did." Heath was referring to his last girlfriend.

"Casey is nothing like Mia." Justin protested. "Casey is beautiful and sweet, and Mia was a whore. All she wanted was your money and your dick. Don't even compare Casey with Mia, I hated that girl."

Heath nodded a little. Justin was right, Casey was nothing to compare with his ex girlfriend, Mia. She was the perfect definition of a gold-digger. Mia swore that she loved Heath from head to toe, but eventually, she admitted that she only wanted Heath for his money and his good sex. If he could hit girls, he would've made sure that she needed plastic surgery. Casey, on the other hand, actually loved Heath for him. To her, he was the coolest man she's ever met, with Tom Morello (Epic guitar player) coming second.

After Justin gave Heath some reassuring words and endless smiles, Heath felt a little bit better. One wrong word could've set Heath on the brink of suicide. Justin went back over the letter, trying to explain what Casey meant in every sentence. Heath read it wrong, so of course he was going to be a little upset. Justin made sure he told Heath that she's just being what she wanted to be all of her little life, like how Heath wanted to be a WWE superstar, that was Casey's situation. Heath still did miss her, but he now understands that he can't stay in the house all day and cry.

"I'm going home, buddy." Justin said. Heath waved at him as he watched him exit the house from the front door. He stood staring at the door for some reason, but as soon as he came back to himself, he walked over to the fridge and noticed that he had a lot of food, most of the food, Casey liked and he didn't.

"Maybe I should try this…" Heath mumbled. He stuck a piece of Japanese candy in him mouth and almost threw up. It tasted like fish and apple pie to him. He spit the candy out and threw away the package.

"The hell was that?" Heath looked at the package and the label was in Japanese. He cocked and eyebrow and threw the package in the trash. "I really think it's time to clean out the fridge."

Casey sat by the window in Visual Gore's hotel room in Canada. She know she shouldn't have separated herself away from Heath like that. Heath was more to her than just a piece of trash, but she just tossed him away like one. She felt terrible. She had been crying for the past 10 minutes because she just couldn't get him off her mind. He was everything she wanted in a boyfriend; funny, nice, cute, awesome at an instrument, and sweet hair. Now, Casey wanted to take the plane back and find Heath as soon as possible.

It was Friday, so SmackDown was going to come on that night. It was almost 7:00, so Casey grabbed a small bag of Sun Chips and a root beer and sat in front of the TV in the living room. When she saw Heath in the intro, shaking his hair, she giggled a little. She remembered when she walked in on Heath listening to "Whip My Hair" by Willow Smith and doing such. That was a day to remember. She looked at her phone and thought about Heath. Slowly and weakly, she reached over to the phone and called Heath. On the second ring, she hung up, thinking that Heath was still upset and wasn't going to answer the phone. That, or Justin answering and swearing at her.

Rex, the band singer, walked into the living room and sat next to Casey, taking some of her chips and drinking from her soda. Casey wanted to slap him right then.

"What the hell, Rex?" Casey asked angrily. She was upset with him enough, so she threw her snack at him, spilling the soda on his shirt and pants.

"Bit-" Rex took a breath and sat back down. "What are you watching?"

"SmackDown. I want to see Heath." Casey stated. Rex almost blew a fuse.

"Why can't you just let him go?" Rex said. "I don't see why you act like you love him soooo much, you left the bitch." Casey stared daggers into Rex.

"Rex, I only left him because I wanted to be famous."

"Okay, so obviously, you don't care about him since you let fame and fortune come before him. Right?" Rex implied.

"Bitch, that's not true! He wanted me to be happy so I did what could make me happy!" Casey snapped.

"So, you couldn't be happy with him?" Rex said.

"I-." Casey stopped. Rex was completely winning this argument. She could've been happy with Heath, but she didn't think that through.

"See," Rex laughed. "can't say anything else smart, huh? Maybe you should just shut up and listen to people sometimes, Casey instead of acting like you own everyone."

"WHEN HAVE I EVER DID THAT?" Casey screamed, grabbing the attention of the other band members. The rest of the band walked into the room that Rex and Casey was in.

"Please, Casey. You always do that bullshit! You never listen to anyone, and I'm barely talking to you! You're not listening to me."

"I am. I can hear you, and I'm listening! Now, if you don't think that I'm worth your time, I can go back with Heath." Casey said, walking towards the door. The large drum player stood in front of the door, blocking Casey's exit.

"I suggest you sit down, James." Rex smirked. Casey was extremely confused.

"What are you doing, Danny?" Casey exclaimed, trying to get passed him.

"Sit down, Casey." the drum player said.

"No, I want to leave now. I'm going back to Heath and you can't stop me." Casey headed for the fire exit, but Rex grabbed her arm, pulling her close.

"Casey, I suggest you sit that pretty little ass of yours down before I cut you." Rex whispered into her ear. Things were starting to change heavily with the band.

Casey started to tear up, wishing that Heath would just walk through the door and kick all of their asses. "What are you doing, Rex?"

"I'm making sure that you don't go anywhere. We're going to be a famous band. You wanted this and I don't see why we're having this discussion right now. You're the best guitar player we've had so far, and we're not going to let you slip away from us."

"I want to go. NOW!" Casey kicked Rex between his legs and headed for the fire exit. The bass player grabbed her and tossed her to the drummer. Casey began to squirm and shake, but Rex got up too quickly.

"You…bitch…" Rex growled. He flipped out his pocket knife and put it to Casey's neck. "I'm going to SHOW you who you belong to."

"Rex, please don't do this…" Casey pleaded. "Don't kill me…"

"Oh no! I'm not going to kill you, remember? You're the best guitarist we've had yet, so I just need you to remember that you belong to Visual Gore and not that ginger anymore. So if, by chance now, you do see him, he'll be sure not to try to take you away from us." Rex smirked and started laughing evilly, cutting into Casey's skin.

Dear God… Casey thought, crying on the outside. Heath, PLEASE help me…Anyone!

A/N: I know that the chapter wasn't much, but it's just to throw something out there and try to create some suspense. Thanks for reading!