Alright, so, thanks to the whole THREE people that actually told me which ones they liked. Your votes were taken into consideration! I now have my four VSS's that are going to be transformed into one-shots. Here's the first one. I'm changing most of them to first person, because it's easier to write.

Fall For You- by Secondhand Serenade

"Hey," I smiled when I heard Shane's voice, and was about to respond when, "You've reached my voicemail. I'm pretty sure that if you called this number, and don't know who I am, you don't need to know, so if you know me, leave a message, if not, don't."

I rolled my eyes, smiling at his stupid voicemail, before sighing and hanging up again. I'd already left two messages, and I didn't want to seem like I was desperate and needy. This was becoming a regular occurrence lately. I knew that I needed to be understanding and everything, because Shane was undoubtedly busy recording and such, but I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I hated to be the clingy, needy girl who didn't understand that her boyfriend wasn't going to be there to wait on her hand and foot every spare second, but picking up the phone every now and again would be nice.

I decided to call Caitlyn.

"Hey Cait," I sighed when Caitlyn answered, "It's nice that somebody picks up their phone."

Caitlyn sighed along with me, "Shane's still not answering?"

"Nope."

"That's too bad."

"Wait… why aren't you complaining about Nate not answering either?" I questioned.

Caitlyn was silent.

"Caitlyn?" I asked, confused.

"Fine…" She took a deep breath, "Because Nate called me about an hour ago. He said that they were finished recording for the day. Sorry…"

"An hour ago?" I yelped.

"Yeah, he said that Shane was going to call you… When did you call him? Maybe they were still recording?" She asked hopefully.

"I just called him before I called you…"

I could tell that Caitlyn was smiling sympathetically. Why wasn't he calling?

"Well, I have to go Cait. Bye…"

"Bye. I hope he calls?" Caitlyn offered in consolation.

"Yeah, me too…" I mumbled as I hung up. A second later my phone rang. I immediately brightened.

"Hello?" I asked, anxiously.

"Hey Mitch!"

"Oh, hey Jase," I responded, deflated. It was Shane's band-mate, Jason. I swear I talked to him more than Shane.

"He still hasn't called? We were finished two hours ago…"

"Two?! Caitlyn said Nate called her an hour ago, not two!" I cried.

"No, he called her two hours ago, right after we- oops," he broke off, knowing he'd said too much.

I sighed, "Do you know where he is?"

"No. He said that he was going to his apartment, if that helps."

"Thanks," I said, smiling half-heartedly. I couldn't blame Jason for Shane's shortcomings. I was officially done being understanding.

"No problem. I was just calling to see how you were, but I guess that's answered now."

"Yeah… Well, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later?"

"Sure. We can get together and talk about that birdhouse!"

I smiled as we bid each other good-bye. Jason could always cheer me up. I laid down on my bed, thinking about all the times I'd been in this situation. Shane and the guys were staying in the city, not too far from where I lived, so it made no sense that I hardly saw him at all. Like I said, I saw Jason more than him. I wouldn't go as far as saying I saw Nate more, because Nate and I weren't that close, but I most definitely saw Jason more. I sighed once more. It always went like this. He wouldn't call, I'd try to be understanding, I'd reach my breaking point, and when he did call I'd snap at him. I guess a lot of this is my fault looking at it that way. He didn't do anything… Except not call. Alright. I was going to be more understanding… I know that I just said that I was done with understanding, but going back over it, I haven't really been very understanding.

He hasn't called yet. I haven't heard from him in three days. Ok, that's not very long, I admit to myself, but when your boyfriend hasn't even bothered to so much as text message you in three days, when he usually can't go a couple of hours without talking to you, it gets to be a big deal.

I decided to leave another message if he didn't pick up this time.

"Hey," His voice said. I waited for a few seconds to make sure that it was really him, "Mitch? You there?"

I sighed in relief, "Yeah, yeah. Just making sure it was really you."

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Oh, it's just… your voicemail… I've tried to talk to it a few times," I replied, laughing. He laughed too. I loved that sound. I sighed again in contentment.

"Mitchie? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

"Huh? Oh, nothing."

There was an expectant silence. I sighed once again. Man, he was stubborn.

"Nothing's wrong, Shane."

He sighed, frustrated, "Something's wrong. I can hear it. Come on Mitch, you know you can tell me!"

I closed my eyes, sighing. Man, there was a lot of sighing going on in this conversation, "It's just… Why didn't you call? I left two messages, and I'm pretty damn sure that your phone told you that you missed a lot more."

"I'm sorry," he said softly, "We were busy recording. I couldn't-"

"You were too busy to call your girlfriend, even for, like, a minute?" I cut him off.

Silence.

"Nate found time to call Caitlyn! Jason found time to call me! I swear I talk to Jason more than you these days!"

Silence.

"I really tried to understand. I know that it's hard to keep in touch with people when you're stuck in a recording studio and all, but if Nate and Jason can do it, why can't you?"

Silence.

"Shane? Shane!"

"Because it's too hard!" He suddenly burst out. It surprised me.

I was silent.

"It's too damn hard, okay?" he repeated, in a softer voice.

"What's too hard?" my voice softened as well.

"Calling you, and hearing your voice, and feeling like I could reach out and grab you, but I can't because it's just a phone, and you're not really there. And then having to hang up and go back to recording and knowing that you're sitting in your room or something and I'm stuck in that damn room!"

I gave a soft, "Oh, Shane!" Before I could stop myself, tears started streaming down my cheeks.

"Oh, Mitch, babe, I'm sorry, whatever I said I didn't mean it!" He quickly back-pedaled.

I started laughing through my tears, "Shane, I wasn't crying because of that."

I heard him sigh in relief, "Then why were you crying?"

"I just… That was exactly what I wanted to hear. I thought maybe you didn't… didn't want to…" I stuttered through the tears that were slowly stopping.

"Be with you anymore?" He finished softly. I nodded, forgetting he couldn't see me.

"Yeah," I said softly.

"Mitchie, why would you think that? I wouldn't ever not want to be with you!" He exclaimed softly, "How about I come pick you up and we take a drive? Anywhere. Just you and me."

I smiled slightly, "Sure."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Everything was back on track, and I'd fallen into the same trap I always fell into.

The next two weeks were heaven, it was like that feeling you get when you're first in a relationship. Shane was so attentive, I almost forgot about all of the arguments and fights we'd had over the past couple of months. Of course, nothing good can last forever…

"I'm sorry Mitch, but I've gotta go," Shane told me apologetically, hanging up his cell phone. He'd been talking non-stop on the damn thing since he'd come over. Sure I'd been the perfect, understanding girlfriend after the first two, but once he got to the fifth call, my patience had run out. He could sense my growing irritation, and had ended the last few calls rather quickly.

"Where?" I asked.

"Greg lined up some spur-of-the-moment interview. He needs us there like, now," He explained, referring to his manager while grabbing his coat. He leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips for goodbye, and sped out of the room. I sighed as I collapsed back onto my bed. Cell phones were so annoying.

Alright, so he'd now ditched me for interviews four times in a row. I know I've said this a lot, but I tried to be understanding about it. But come on, you try dating a guy who's constantly running out on you. This wasn't an isolated event either. He'd done it before this past week. My phone rang. Well, at least he's calling… I thought as I answered, trying to sound cheerful.

"Hey!"

"Hey Mitch. I am so sorry! I feel horrible that I keep running out on you like that. Can I make it up to you? How about dinner? Tomorrow?"

"Sounds great."

And back into the trap I fall…

I can't even remember every time we've snapped at each other in the past months. It always happens. One of us will be stressed, the other will say something, the stressed one takes it the wrong way and a huge fight ensues. Then we both apologize and everything goes back to being great until the next fight. I'm not sure if I can handle this anymore. My grades follow the pattern of my relationship. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Frankly, I'm tired. I'm tired of trying to keep the relationship from crashing and burning, and I'm not sure I even want to anymore…

Tonight was how I'd first pictured dating Shane Grey. Tonight was how I wanted it to be. No fighting, no attitude, no snapping at each other. It was just the two of us, sitting in his apartment, no distractions, no cell phones, and no paparazzi.

He leaned in, grinning, and kissed me lightly.

"Good evening Miss. Torres. Might I say that you're looking lovely tonight?" He complimented in a fake British accent.

I laughed despite the voice in the back of my head telling me what I had to do, "Yes, you may Mr. Gray. And might I say that you're looking quite dapper yourself."

He snorted, "Dapper? Is that even a word?"

I shook my head as I laughed, choking out the words, "I…have…no…clue…"

Once our laughter subsided, he stepped toward me, capturing my lips in a sweet kiss.

"You're beautiful," he whispered when we parted. I blushed. He touched my cheek, "Why do you always do that?"

"Do what?" I whispered curiously.

"Doubt yourself. You are the most beautiful, talented, wonderful person I know, but you don't believe it. Mitch, you're beautiful, accept it. It's not going to change."

I looked into Shane's eyes and I could feel myself falling. I could feel myself falling into his eyes, falling into him… all over again. I couldn't help it. He was just so… perfect…

Whenever our relationship seemed to be falling apart like this, he'd always pull something totally romantic, and I would look into his eyes, and I'd fall madly in love all over again. I'd convince myself that everything would be alright. I'd convince myself that he'd always be there. I'd convince myself that this was how it would be from here on out. I'd basically fling myself back down into that hole… But tonight… Tonight I couldn't do it. I couldn't allow myself to fall back into this trap I kept jumping in.

"Shane… I'm sorry… I can't…" I stuttered, unsure of why I was choosing right now to do this. I couldn't stop myself.

"Can't what?" he asked softly, unsuspecting.

"I can't… I can't do this anymore…" I looked away momentarily, tears welling in my eyes. I didn't want to do this, but I had to.

I watched, heartbroken, as confusion and pain clouded Shane's eyes. He backed away from me, stuttering, "W-Why not?"

"Because how do I know it's going to last? Last time I fell for it, and the time before that, but it's never stayed this way for long… What is there to make me think that it'll be much different this time?"

"Because I promise you it will!"

"You've promised me that before, too. It hasn't made a difference… Look, I love you, you know that, and I care about you so much sometimes it makes my heart ache, but I have to take care of myself first… And right now I need to take a step back and go back to normality. I can't keep putting myself through this Shane. I can't handle this constant roller coaster ride of a relationship, if you can call it that. Yeah, sure, it's all great when we're together and happy, but when we're not… You have no idea how hard it is on me."

"Yes, I do Mitchie, because I'm going through the same thing… Do you know how long I've waited for someone like you? You're the most amazing girl. Nobody could ever replace you because a girl like you is impossible to find these days. I need you in my life. C'mon, we can get through this together. It'll be different this time."

"Sorry Shane, I can't," And with that, I turned and walked out on the love of my life. I felt my heart breaking, but I wouldn't allow myself to look back, because I couldn't afford to fall for him again…

I closed the door behind me softly, collapsing against it, sliding to the floor, bawling. I heard Shane let out a yell of frustration and anger on the other side of the door, before the sound of glass breaking. This only made me cry harder. I hadn't wanted to hurt him, but it seemed I'd managed to hurt both of us. It was quiet on the other side, and I was sure that he heard me sobbing. He must not have registered it though, because the door burst open a second later and Shane almost tripped over my cowering form. He had his car keys in his hand and his eyes were set in a hard stare. As soon as he realized that I was sitting there though, his eyes softened, and he squatted down beside me, pulling me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly against him, like he never wanted to let me go. I cried harder into his chest and we stayed like that for awhile. He kissed my hair and I finally stopped crying. I didn't want him to let me go. I buried my face deeper into his chest and breathed in his familiar scent. Finally, after a very long time of just sitting there, Shane moved. He stood up, pulling me with him, looking me in the eye. I couldn't stand to maintain eye contact, and looked away, but his finger caught my chin and lifted it back up.

"I'm sorry," Was all he said, before kissing my forehead gently, and stepping back.

"So am I," I responded, my voice barely a whisper.

"Then don't do this. Give us another chance. Just one more!" He pleaded.

The tears returned as I shook my head, "I can't do it. I can't willingly set myself up for heartbreak."

"Isn't that what love's about? Risking heartbreak to let someone in?"

I was silent, staring at the ground.

"Isn't that the only way to find love, is to risk heartbreak?"

More silence from my end.

"Mitchie, isn't that a risk you want to be able to look back on in fifty years and say 'I didn't chicken out! I took the dive, and I'm proud of it'?" He moved towards me, grabbing my hands. I still wouldn't look at him. After a few moments of silence Shane turned around, walked back into the apartment, and closed the door.

As soon as I heard the lock click I knew I'd made the biggest mistake of my life. I snapped myself out of my silent reverie, and closed the gap between me and the door, pounding on it with my fist as hard as I could. I'd disturb the neighbours, but I didn't care.

"Shane!" I yelled at the door, "Shane!"

Just when I thought he wasn't going to answer, the door was pulled open to reveal him standing there, a lost look in his eyes. I didn't even think, just threw myself at him, kissing him with everything I had. I couldn't let him go, because, even though our relationship caused me pain, the pleasure far outweighed it. I knew that I was taking a risk, and hoped that it paid off in the end. And, as he kissed me back, puling me into the apartment and shutting the door behind us, I couldn't help but think I'd made the right choice; for now anyways.

A/N: So that's the first one. I wasn't sure if I wanted them to walk away or not, but I decided to have her come back, because it had to be corny like that! Alright, tell me what you think!