I think I've written this chapter about… hmm… three or four times? All with different ideas, until I finally gave up and decided yet ANOTHER filler will have to happen.

Sorry loves.

Written in Nelson's perspective, whoop, whoop!

Disclaimer: I don't own How to Rock, any characters, or any rights towards How to Rock. All privileges go to their respectful owners of Nickelodeon. How I wish to own the rights…

Enjoy my little flower petals:

Nelson

I was flabbergasted that the night custodian let me inside. The band room hadn't been touched since Friday before rehearsal, when Stevie decided to storm off without a single pluck on her bass, lacking Kacey rocking the mic, Kevin getting groovy with the beat, Zander vocalizing with Kacey while winding the uke, and me pressing the keyboard to be perceived at the minimum level amount I was heard from.

It was dim and eerie. I've not once stayed at school so early, nevertheless on a Saturday. Kacey had directed out emergency texts to all of Gravity 5, clarifying how it was abruptly urgent we practiced at four in the morning.

I was the first in the band room, and relaxed on the chaotically untidy sofa. My eyes began to drop, and I established myself dozing off. All I required at that instant was a blanket and a pillow. My body demanded of it.

The door opening stilled my slumber, as my attention directly glided to the worse. I shriek, "robber!" while seizing the nearest article to guard myself through, that just so occurred to be Zander's guitar.

Why a thief would originate into a school, our band chamber nonetheless, at four in the morning was beyond me, and why I assumed of a thief in its place of Kacey, Zander, Kevin, or Stevie was puzzling to even myself.

Kacey's tickled expression made me blush. I gently placed the guitar back on the chair gently; Zander would have my head if I had a lone graze noticeable on it. I flip my hair and sigh in relief. "Oh thank god," I huff, "it's only you."

Kacey, watching a bit offended now, answers with: "Hey? Feelings," she says.

"Sorry! I thought you were a killer burglar," I state frankly, my body still trembling somewhat.

Kacey looks disordered, "At school?"

I sigh, "Hey, you never know," I shrug, "they could take some books." I point at her, openly-handing her an promising stare.

Kacey rolls her eyes, but a smirk is wearable. She chuckles out, "Yeah, I'm sure they're trying to take Mr. Duncan's Geometry books to learn how to do profs," Kacey puns, hiking towards her mic and rotating it on.

I shrug, "You never know. I saw on the news this one time; someone stole a whole box of candy from this lady." I nod at her, giving her an reassuring look.

She blinks, "Nelson…? Since when do you watch the news?"

I flush, "since they added that new hot anchor…" I speak in a 'duh' speech, yet motionlessly a bit humiliated.

She chuckles, and checks her cell phone. Grumbling, she peeks at me, "where is everybody? I said four, and it's," she looks down at her phone once more, "four ten!"

I raise my brows, "Kacey, it's Saturday." I shrug, "Kevin probably won't even get up until noon," I say meeting back down on the sofa. I hear Kacey's heels clap against the floorings and she struts to the back of the couch.

"Then why are you here?" she asks.

I blink. Why am I here? I think for a moment, "I don't know…" I say bluntly and tonelessly. She sighs and sits on the far right chair, "why are you so worried anyway? It's just a party, and every performance we do goes strangely well." I glance her way.

She stares at me before responding with: "It's not just another party, Nelson." She sighs, "It's the party of a lifetime." I almost roll my eyes at her melodramatic –ness. Kacey Simon, the beautiful, the popular, the dramatic… "The party that'll make us no longer single," she says strictly. "Just think about it Nelson: Grace could be yours," she rants on about Stevie and Justin, about herself and Drew, Kevin and some random girl he's remained currently talking about, and Zander and Shelby.

But for some reason, I do think about it. Grace, mine? Never. How many romance stories do you recognize that close up with the nerd and the hot chick? The loser who's too petrified to even discover a sentence to the girl with the golden curly hair and breath captivating eyes?

None.

Well, none that is genuinely real.

"Hello? Paging Nelson," Kacey snaps her fingers, "you with me now?" she asks, her brows high and her beam entertained and diverted. "You're thinking about Grace aren't you?" she asks, previously knowing the response.

"How did you know?" I ask.

"Hello!" she stands, "I'm Kacey Simon!" Her hands are fleetingly moving up and down somewhat, giving a peek to herself.

I blink at her, not amused. "And?"

She glares at me, "Nelson, seriously. This party will finally make us somebodies!" she huffs, "don't you want to hold Grace's hand? Don't you want to dance with her? To finally grow the nerve to ask her out?" she asks, crossing her arms over her torso.

I sigh, "I get it, Kacey… But let's face it, I'm no Justin Cole or Bobby Gonzales," I stand, gesturing with a shrug; "I'm not this super cool guy that can score with any girl I want."

Kacey takes a phase frontward, placing her palm on my shoulder, "Sure you are. Nelson, you're one of the greatest guys I've ever met."

"Then why is it when you were a perf, I was a loser in a loser band? Why did Molly and Grace look at me like I was some disgusting…?" I think, aggressively struggling for the correct word choice, "er…" I huff, "cockroach?"

She gives a confused look, and I huff. "Cockroach?" she asks, making a repulsed face.

I sigh, my shoulders falling with despair, "you know what I mean," I say.

She nods, "right…" she shakes her head, and her attitude varies rapid. "Nelson, I was a different person. You have to believe me. I was a monster who saw everyone else as a dork and an underdog, and I'm sorry. You aren't a loser, you're a great guy and if Grace can't see that then she's missing out." Kacey assures while openhandedly giving me a remorseful expression.

The door screeches open, and for some bizarre reason, Kacey's gripping an umbrella and I'm holding Zander's guitar high again, while we shriek in harmony: "robber!" because the night's dimness is intensely overriding and the only light source was from outside at the moment in the unexpected abrupt strikingly uncharacteristic lighting. It was then that I comprehended it began raining.

"Is that my guitar?"

And abruptly, I'm a bit more horrified from the speech than the intruder. I lower the guitar, apprehending the burglar wasn't a hazardous threat to any further extent, but perhaps he had been from his tone. Zander derived in, glaring at me.

I chortle anxiously, "In my defense, I thought you were a robber," I guard, placing the guitar back against the chair.

As Zander phases in, prepared to slay, Kevin steps in as well. Both saturated and drenched with perception. "You know," Kevin says, his eyes virtually closed, "I was having a really great dream." he drags to his feet into the band room.

Kacey grimaces, and pitches the umbrella on the couch, running up to Zander and Kevin both. "No, no, no. You are not coming in here all wet," she says, shooing them out.

"I'm not going back out there. Thunder scares me," Kevin says enfolding himself. As if on indication, a flamboyant, daring, strike of rumbling thunder strikes, and Kevin scuffles to get back inside, "let me in, let me in, let me in!" he shrieks.

Kacey matches him back, aggressing him back out. "Not until you dry off."

"How are we supposed to dry off in the rain?" Zander asks.

Kacey sighs, "Do I have to do everything?" she wails. Marching away from the two and hobbling through a drawer, Kacey lugged out some clothing. She lets them inside, but only a foot away from the door, making sure they don't immerse up the whole band room, "here. Put this on."

She turns her heels and walks towards her microphone again, drumming it with her index finger. Indisputably making sure it functioned suitably. Zander and Kevin shoot her mystified looks, not moving a muscle.

She sprouts her glare their way, "what's the matter?"

"I'm not going to change in front of you," Kevin says, rubbing the back of his collar clumsily.

Kacey scoffs, "so we're in middle school now?" Kacey asks, stalking off towards the hallway doors connected to the band room, "fine," she says before she exits, "but I'm coming back in five minutes." She abruptly shudders, watching towards the distance, "this school's creepy at night." She departures, closing the door behind her.

Zander stands on the steps, giving him a bit additional room to get changed. I watch fleetingly, before noting it was ungainly and sit while grabbing my cell phone out. It was four fifteen, and only one more Gravity 5 member was absent.

Before I knew it, Zander's hand smacked me upside the head from behind. He strolled around the couch and cuddled his guitar in his limbs while meeting alongside me. I held my cranium with one hand, fixing my hair with the other.

"Hey, watch the hair;" I warn lightheartedly, "it takes too long to be messed with."

He glares at me, not amused entirely, "Watch the guitar," he plucks a chord, "she did nothing to you."

I roll my eyes. Zander's continuously recognized for being too vividly defensive for his possessions. His mirror, his ukulele, his guitar, and his looks where manly his focus. "I thought you were a burglar!" I defend once more.

Kevin sits on a chair, relaxing his feet on the coffee table. I almost snicker at his apparel. He didn't seem to either mind, or take notice for his eyes had been locked to a close. He wore relatively a bit more hipster than his flavor, something he'd trash if he was caught wearing.

"Burglar? Really?" Zander asks, placing his guitar in his lap as if he were about to begin performing. He wore something approximately comparable, but it was something Zander frequently dresses in. I furrowed my brows, why did Zander have extra cloths at school? I was precipitously apprehended it was Zander, his fashion operated for him.

Kevin suddenly opens his eyes, yawning. "You know, I saw on the news someone who broke into this ladies house just to steal a box of candy."

I gape, "I saw that too!" I turn towards him.

Kevin scooted up in his seat, suddenly interested, "with the hot anchor lady?" he asks, grinning.

I nod, "I knew you were my best friend for a reason," I say, snapping my fingers.

He acts as if he were chocked up, "bring it in, buddy." We embrace in a hug.

Zander exhales loudly, "does my hair look bad?" He asks. I part and gaze at him. His hand-held mirror was in his palm, and he was consecutively running through his wet hair wrathfully.

"Kacey!"

The door unlocks yet again, and before I can clutch Zander's guitar to guard myself, I note it's Stevie, and nothing was to fear. I then took a grasp at her expression, and decided that perhaps there was.

She glares at me, her hair dripping wet, "where is she?" Her enraged state told me sufficient she was searching for Kacey.

I gulp, "S-she left-"

"Are you guys one yet because we really do need to-" Kacey enters, and stops when she sees Stevie, "Hey Steve. Get set up, you're twenty minutes late, and we really need this rehearsal." Kacey laughs to herself, her fingers drumming her phone in a text.

Who could she be possibly be texting at four in the morning?

Stevie huffs, "Why did I wake up at four in the morning with over fifteen emergency texts?"

"Because we need to rehearse," she says in an apparent tone, restating herself.

Stevie glares, "At four in the morning? Can it wait until noon?"

Kacey raises her brows, "no! It's our first time playing in front of Drew-?"

Steveie interrupts, "I knew it! I knew this was somehow all about you," she hisses. "You just can't get over yourself can you?"

Kacey gasps, "I'm not having this fight with you."

Stevie glares, "too bad."

I watch as Zander takes a step forward, noting the argument was getting a bit heated. His palm rest on Stevie's shoulder, trying to give her tranquility. Stevie shrugs it off, and concludes her quarrel.

"Ever since I say you, Kacey Simon, I knew you'd be just like the rest of them," Stevie starts. "Preppy, annoying, fake, irritating, loud, self-centered-"

"And the first time I saw you, I knew you'd be nothing but a horrible human being," she glided her eyes up and down Stevie's body with revulsion.

I take a sideways glance at Zander, who appeared a bit distraught on Stevie's unexpected action, but paid a bit more courtesy in the direction of the disagreement.

"I am not walking into that party unprepared." Kacey declares, "With Zander off key," she points at Zander from behind her, not even observing at him, but somehow knowing his presence.

Zander looks up, his ukulele in his hand with a, suddenly, insulted scowl.

"With Kevin two whole measures off beat," she explains, nodding towards Kevin on the chair, whom was currently playing one of his newest gaming systems, in which just he just pulled out. Kevin lets the hand held gaming system plummet to his lap, as he frowns at Kacey.

"Nelson who can't even keep time," she gesticulations a hand in my direction, her stiff glare pasted to Stevie the entire period. I blink, and abruptly that affectionate, compassionate discussion earlier about Grace, through Kacey's lenient tone and extraordinary confidence modifications with revulsion. I scowl at her irritably, and then rose from the sofa.

"And with your vocals sharp," Kacey concludes while pointing to Stevie in front of her. I know everyone in that room was thinking the same thing. Stevie, however, was the only one in that whole room who has the balls to say it.

"You know what," Stevie huffs out with a snort of sarcastic laughter. She waits for a moment, just looking at Kacey in amazement, "you're just like them," she puffs her breath, grabbing her bag that happened to fall once she entered. "You're just like the perfs… you haven't changed a bit," she chuckles mockingly, "I can't believe it took me four months to find out how stubborn you really are. You aren't one of us, you don't even care-"

"Yes I do-" Kacey interrupted.

"You only care about yourself," she eyes Kacey up and down with a scowl. "Come on guys," Stevie peers over her shoulder at us, "let's go."

I follow. Because even though Stevie fears the urine out of me, she's like a mother to me, and I can't risk misplacing her. I watch as Kevin purposely scoffs at Kacey when they pass, on Stevie's heels as she's about to exit into the rain.

Kacey sighs wretchedly, and drops herself on the sofa, "I'm sorry." She says.

Stevie halts and I almost trip onto her, almost pushing her into the pouring rain. She turns, glaring at Kacey though her back was to her. Stevie snorts a scoff, "How does it feel?"

Kacey turns her head towards Stevie, a miserable look on her appearance. "What?" she asks quietly.

I curse myself under my breath. Because I've never seen Kacey so broken since the perfs rejected her.

"How does it feel?" she repeats, "hurting your friends?" Stevie gives me a sideways glance, nodding towards the outdoors just two steps in front of her, "come on guys," she gives one last glance at Kacey, "let's get out of here."

How to Rock

Nelson

The rain seeks down my cheek. I wipe it away, squinting my vision so I didn't contract any in my eyes. "I guess we can't go to Bobby's party now, huh?" Zander asks, shrugging. He had been sloping on Kevin's car, arms crossed over her chest.

"I'm not showing my face there," Kevin says, "when Kacey preforms, I'm not going to be there when she brings Gravity 5's name down," he scoffs, "I'd rather stay at home," he pats his now partly wet jeans, "and play my Dragon Wars."

Stevie sighs, shouting slight to be heard over the now louder rain. Standing on a Saturday morning while the rain drips on every inch of one's body, wasn't the keenest idea. "Do you really think she'll preform?"

I nod, "oh yeah. It's," I mock Kacey, jumping forward with a open smile, a hair flip, while my hands jazzed around me, "Kacey Simon."

Stevie cracks a smirk, "I have to admit, your Kacey impression was," she forms her hand into an 'okay' sigh, while her arms crossed over her chest, her forearm prospering her right elbow up, "on point."

I grin at her, clearing my throat confidently, "why thank you, thank you. It's just another trait I own that's brilliant." I flip my hair out my eyes.

Zander raises a brow, "imitating people?"

I glare at him, scoffing, "it's called acting."

He only rolls his eyes with a smirk, looking away. "So…" Kevin breaks the conversation, "what now? Do we go to his party or…?"

Stevie blinks, thinking for a moment. "No."

I gaze at her. "What about Justin-"

"Justin Cole doesn't come close to you guys," Stevie grins, getting on her tip toes and covering her arms around mine and Zander's shoulder, embracing us closer. "Besides," she sighs, "I'd rather hang with you all then go to a lame party anyway."

Zander grins, "you're pretty cool, you know that?" he laughs.

Stevie gasps, "Did I hear you right? Pretty cool?"

Zander rolls his eyes playfully, "very cool." He elbows her in the ribs when she released us, "and somewhat pretty." He winks, and I almost gag.

Zander, hitting on Stevie? In what world?

She glares at him, her smile falls to a demise scowl. "Gross." She mutters.

"I second that gross," I pipe up.

"Third it!" Kevin chimes.

"You can't third something, it only words for two," I state, eyeing Kevin.

"Show me the rule book! Show it to me," he claims.

"Anyway," Zander interjects, "what now?"

"McDonals?" Stevie asks with a shrug.

I shrug; exchanging glances with everyone to make sure it was alright. "Sure."

I hate this chapter.

One of the worst I've ever written. But I'm happy with all the friendship quantity. Hurray to friendship!

Thanks to my special reviewers. I love you all:

SoulSurferfan116: Thank you! Here is chapter 3, cheers for the comment, yeah? Side note, looking forward for an update on your Zevie fic. No rush, just looking for it in the future. Thank you, friend, again!

Callmecourt: you're so kind! This review makes me so happy (as do all the others) and I want to thank you for captivating the time to comment. I decided a new viewpoint could be something different, mostly because with Stevie's perspective all the time was getting fairly tough to write. I hope you don't mind, but you're my new best friend. Kay? Cool.

Victoria: this review made me a bit miserable… I just hope you know, those 'big words' weren't just me BS-ing what they mean, and just a heads up, if you don't like those 'big words', I advise you not to read on, for they'll stay.

Too cute: thank you! I love Zevie as well, and I will try to write lengthier sections with them, but It won't be right away. Thanks again!

LunarEclipse22428: You're welcome for the update; I thank you in return for the review and sympathetic words. Thank you, once more for being so patient. Isn't testing fun? Sitting in a room for four hours? It's a good thing when you've got a good book, doesn't it?

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Update: thanks anon. Here's the update!

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I apologize! I'm trying to allow the story to progress next time. Don't forget to review, thank you my loves. You accurately stimulate me.