Woohoo, new chapter! But it's really short, sorry!

~PurpleSpring

Aaron's POV

"I heard she's hot," I said, opening the stainless steel door of my refrigerator. Shane scoffed into the phone. I rolled my eyes, pulling out a carton of orange juice. Shane was the 'bad boy' of all the tween networks, but was really just an asshole who sang the lead for a second-rate band. Didn't mean that I wasn't friends with him, it was just that Shane Grey was a complete fake.

"She's my sister!" Shane exclaimed into the phone. Shane and I had met at Camp Rock last year, when I was an aspiring rock star. Now, almost a year later, I had a record deal, Mitchie and Shane had been dating for almost three years, and now apparently, Matthew Grey had an illegitimate child. Surprise surprise. Rockstars always went bad and always did bad things.

"So, you're the supposed badass of the tween stars. And anyway, it seems you don't care about nasty things. Especially with you and Mitchie doing the—" Shane cut me off before I could continue.

"Nothing like that happened between us and you know that," Shane scolded, but the accusatory tone in his voice sounded a bit overprotective. Normally Shane would probably boast about his non-existent virginity, but both his and Mitchie's fan base was the tweens, and both had to keep relatively squeaky-clean records. And once someone had an event like the confirmed, everyone seemed to find out. I swear the paparazzi had our phone lines tapped.

"Blah, blah, blah, I don't believe you. Anyway, I know you want to tap that," I said, and then laughed. It was weird how someone as assholish as Shane seemed to be so infatuated with such a goody-two-shoes as Mitchie. They did break up for a while two years ago at Camp Rock, before I'd went, but that didn't last long. His girlfriend Jenna died of some tragic disease, and after she was dead Mitchie and Shane really missed each other, so they'd gotten back together and Mitchie forgave Shane's sorry ass. I couldn't understand why she'd ever forgiven Shane, but it didn't matter. I'm not gonna get involved in someone else's relationships. That always ended badly.

"Shut up. I don't think of her like that," I choked on my orange juice, and my laugh became a sort of laugh/cough. I could hear Shane roll his eyes over the phone. Apparently Shane just wasn't that horny. Complete B.S.

"Oh yeah Shane, pretend you don't have hormones. Hey, don't forget about Ella's party tonight okay? See you there, 'virgin.'" I remarked, and pressed end on my iPhone. Ella's party was going to be awesome tonight. Even though she was a huge whore, and her idiot boyfriend Jason never saw that, her parties were killer. I ran up to my room and changed into my party clothes, even though the party wasn't for a while. But its not like I had anything else to do. I changed into a grey American Eagle top and some dark wash jeans. Its December here, so it gets down to about 70 degrees at night, which is pretty damn cold for L.A.

Suddenly I felt my iPhone vibrate. I unlocked it and opened a text message from Shane. It was a picture message so it took a while to load.

And then I saw her.

Her.

The most beautiful girl I'd ever laid eyes on.

She was wearing a light maroon wrap dress, which accented her porcelain skin. Her dark, coffee colored hair was fastened in a messy bun against her head. She had the deepest, clearest sapphire eyes, which shone against her almost white skin and her dark hair. She had a petite body; she was barely 5'4. She looked almost like a ballerina in her outfit, and she had the posture of one it seemed like.

And I was just looking at a picture of her.

I scrolled down to look at the message below the picture, which was: My sister. Think she's hot?

I almost laughed at the question. I didn't just think she was hot, I thought she was beautiful. And this wasn't the usual lust over someone. This was full on love. I think I was in love with Shane's sister.

Uh, oops?