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Here's the second chapter -- Or the first, technically, since the one that came before was the prologue. I decided that no matter how many reviews I get, I shall post the entire story on . I've already written Chapters 1-4, so I probably won't have problems with not updating frequently. I'm glad that some of you liked it!


Chapter 1: Light up the Sky

You're making a choice to live like this

And all of the noise, I am silence

We already know how it ends tonight

You run in the dark through a firefight

And I would explode just to save your life

Yeah, I would explode

Light Up the Sky – Yellowcard

"It's your fault, Shane." Nate sighed, frustrated. I was going through one of my rockstar tantrums once again, leaving Nate, Jason, and our manager, Paul, to deal with me.

"Don't even say that." I spat, crossing my arms. I felt like a three-year old, but I was a rockstar three-year old.

"You never should have let her go." He just had to remind me, once again, that it was my fault. Oh, God, everything was my fucking fault around here.

"I know, I know, yada-yada-yada." I growled, reluctantly grabbing the mic. "Let's just get this finished. I wanna go home."

"10 minutes ago, you couldn't wait to get to the studio!" Nate exclaimed, but I shrugged. "Anyway, it was your choice. You could have chased after her and asked her why she lied, but you ran away, and left that night. You didn't even give her a chance to explain herself."

Oh, like I hadn't heard that one before. "Since when do you know so much about her anyway, Nathaniel?" I grumbled, and he blushed softly.

"Nothing, nothing. Anyway, we've got dinner plans tonight at 8, at that Italian place you love so much." He told me suddenly. I gave him a cold stare. "Don't worry, it's just a normal dinner, catch up with a few of our friends. Jason's going with some girl –." He gestured towards Jason, who was busy tuning his guitar. "Ella Gerard, I think."

The name rang a bell. Like I knew an Ella Gerard from somewhere. I tried to remember, but nothing came to my mind, so I shook the thought from my head. "Fine. You going with a date, too?"

"Yeah. She's a new girl – really cute. I – I think you know her from somewhere." Nate grinned, as though he held a secret inside his curly head. "You want a date, too? You don't have to have one, but it might be better if you do. Want me to set you up with someone? I know a great girl – she's your type. Cute, sweet, great voice, funny. I met her a few years back – she's great. She wasn't even fazed when she realized who I was. You'll really like her."

"Nah." I scowled. "I don't need a blind date to add to my to-do list."

"Okay. Let's start recording, then." He sighed, and we began to play some of the new songs we'd written for our new album.

"That was great, boys. Terrific job. That's all we need for today – we'll call you if we need any more. Thanks for stopping by." Paul praised, coming into the room as we set down our instruments.

"Bye, Shane, Jase. See you guys tonight, 'kay?" Nate waved as I snatched some of the few belongings I often brought when recording. "You sure you don't want me to fix you up?"

"No!" I nearly yelled, exasperated. I watched Nate shrug, walking out of the recording room, and suddenly felt a pang of regret. "Wait! Nate!"

"Yeah?" I wanted to wipe the knowing smirk on his face. I sighed, then looked back up at him, raising a hopeful eyebrow. "I'll call the girl. Trust me, you two are perfect for each other."

I rolled my eyes, finally getting my stuff together. I walked outside to the parking lot, dumping my stuff in the back of my Porsche, then turning the key in the ignition and driving off to my condominium.

Who was this girl that Nate was about to set me up with?

Cute, sweet, great voice, funny, and wasn't phased when she met a rockstar. Oh my God, she sounds so familiar. I swear, Nate just described –

No. It couldn't be. I'm just imagining things. My mind's going crazy without her – well, I'll prove to her, and everyone else, that I could function without her.

But it's such a strange coincidence – Nate couldn't possibly set me up with her… Could he? No, he couldn't. How would he meet her in the first place, anyway? Of course, there was the possibility that – Nah, it couldn't be.

Could it?

I parked the car abruptly, grabbing my things, and ignoring the strange looks from pedestrians; they never got used to the fact that Shane-fucking-Gray lived next to them. I nodded to the person at the front desk, and I fake-smiled at the few neighbors who cared, and I finally got to my condominium, the only space that I truly owned, and no one else.

Kicking my possessions aside, I rushed into the bathroom. My cheeks were pale, flushed, almost, and my hair was sticking up. My eyes were still the dull shade of boring brown they were. Mitchie had told me they were golden once, but I guess they settled down without her. My own body was thinner, not as fit, as it had once been. I groaned, splashing myself with a spritz of cold water from the sink.

I flopped onto my bed, still unmade from this morning, and the world slowly faded from my sight as I fell into nothingness.

"Shane! Shane, look at me!" Nate cried, and I rolled my eyes, looking at what he wanted me to give my attention to this time.

A yelp escaped my throat; not much a yelp, more like an exclamation filled with anguish and misunderstanding and confusion and… What the hell was Nate kissing my ex-girlfriend?

"M—Mitchie?" I choked out, and she broke away from Nate, pausing to give me a smirk, a smirk I didn't recognize, a smirk that tore into my chest and ripped up the pieces of my heart that Mitchie hadn't already taken.

"You had your chance, you blew it." Mitchie shrugged, and resumed kissing Nate, and I witnessed their feverish makeout.

"You're kidding me." I spat coldly, and suddenly we were on a cliff; I had no idea where we were, but I had this feeling something strange and dangerous was about to happen.

Suddenly, Mitchie tripped; I don't even know how, she tripped, and all of a sudden she was tumbling over the edge, and Nate had left, and I was the only one left to save her. I screamed, running after the falling beauty, crying her name over and over again.

"Mitchie! Mitchie, wait, come back!" I shouted, but she didn't listen, she fell, and fell, and fell, until she lay a broken heap upon the sharp rocks that had awaited her death, all the while, "This is Me" played from the background.

"This is real

This is me

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now

Gonna let the light shine on me…"

I shot up, my body sweaty; I was trembling all over, and my strange dream was imbedded into my mind. What was that dream all about, anyway? What had happened – Nate and Mitchie were kissing; Mitchie told me I blew my chance with her; we appeared on a cliff; Nate left, and Mitchie died, while This is Me played in the background. What did that mean…?

Suddenly, I was aware that This is Me was still playing. At first, I wondered if I was still dreaming, but then I realized my phone was ringing, playing the ringtone I had never bothered – never wanted, really – to change after my harsh falling out with Mitchie.

"Nate the Worrywart" flashed on the screen, and I had the urge to press "Busy", but I decided to answer it, fearing the worst.

"What do you want, Nathaniel?" I asked, trying to make myself sound annoyed and bothered by his concern.

"You're freaking late, Shane!" He shrieked, and I shot up once again from my comfortable position, pausing to look out the open window; holy shit, he was right! I checked my oh-so-reliable alarm clock that I had apparently set for 5:30 PM, and it read 8:29 PM instead. "You were supposed to be here at 8! Your date thinks you're bailing on her!"

"Right, right, sorry, man, sorry! I'm getting ready as we speak. I'm coming, don't worry, I'm coming!" I assured, and Nate let out an exasperated sigh.

"Alright, alright. Just be sure to be here soon. We've already started the appetizers; if you're not here in 5 minutes, we're starting the whole meal without you!" He warned, and I rolled my eyes; only Nate would think the only way to lure someone is food.

"Yeah, yeah," I sighed, "I'm coming soon."

"You better!" Nate threatened, and hung up the phone. I tossed my iPhone onto my still-messy bed, and hopped into the shower, rinsing, not bothering to shampoo or soap. I quickly slipped on a pair of skinny jeans, an old shirt, and a large jacket to cover up my bed-head, and sprinted down the stairs, hopping into my car. As I started driving towards the restaurant. I check the clock: 8:34. God, I was fast. I stopped the car, locked it, and ran into the restaurant, finding my friends' table with a minute to spare.

"Phew. Told you I'd be here, Nate. Now where is that beautiful girl you were telling me abou—." I cut myself off, staring at the brunette that gave me a shy smile. She couldn't be – this isn't happening. It couldn't be. No, no, it couldn't be. "Mitchie?"

"In the flesh." She flashed me a grin, and I promptly stared. She was still as beautiful as she always had been, her voice melodic. "I'm really sorry about our past – How about we just forget everything and start over? Friends?" She offered me a small hand, and I shook it softly, afraid I would break the fragile specimen.

"And, here is your date!" Nate said suddenly, and I gave him a strange look. "This, Shane, is Tess."

"Tess?" Mitchie and I both shrieked, just as surprised. "Tess who?"

"Tess Tyler, of course! Daughter of T.J. Tyler; she's terrific, absolutely perfect for you Shane." Nate said, just as Tess flounced in, flipping her hair disgustingly.

"Hi, Shane." She purred seductively, and I grimaced.

"So – wait! What's Mitchie here for?" I asked, confused.

"Mitchie's my date." Nate shrugged.

I think the world ended at that point.