Chapter 4

Rose's POV

"NO!" I shouted, falling back onto the couch from the impact. I was seriously trying to control my laughter as Shane grinned and tickled me.

"We're just gonna go now…" Jason said ushering Donna and Amy to the door.

"Yeah, um, we'll see you in fifteen minutes!" Nate called following them out. Just as the door closed, Jason burst in again.

"Make that twenty minutes."

"Why?" We could hear Nate call.

"He still needs to make me a birdhouse," Jason responded.

"JASON!" Shane yelled, still tickling me.

"Right, sorry, see you in twenty-"

"Fifteen!"

"Fifteen minutes," Jason said before walking out a second time.

Suddenly, I couldn't contain my laughter and a loud shriek escaped my mouth.

"Sh-shane! S-s-st-o-o-op!" I laughed.

"Nope," Shane grinned.

"P-please!"

"Only when you say Shane Gray is the awesomest rock star in the world that is nice and doesn't think the world revolves around him."

"But its no-ot t-true!"

"Sure it isn't."

"Not gonna say it," I laughed, by this time I was heaving.

"Then I'm not gonna stop."

"NO!"

"Then say it."

"But you're a pop star and awesomest isn't a word!"

"Good point, I need to change that."

"Good luck with that," I muttered. "Shane Gray is an awesome pop star with bad music that may be nice and thinks the world should revolve around him," I said. Shane stopped tickling me and st up for a second.

"Pretty girl say what?" he asked looking confused.

"I said it now can you please get off, this is really uncomfortable." I looked to where Shane was sitting on my stomach in a very compromising position. Shane shifted a bit making it less awkward. He leaned down, closing the distance between our faces.

"What if I don't want to?" he whispered huskily sending shivers down my spine.

"Too bad," I said trying not to show how much this was affecting me. Him with his perfect brown orbs and dark, straight hair that stopped at eye level making him brush it out of his eyes every minute. Damn, he's so perfect… Wait, what? Dang, I've got it bad for this guy that is set out to ruin my entire life and the reputation I've worked so hard to maintain.

"Rose, ROSE, ROSE!" Shane said, clapping his hands in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Heh, no?" I laughed nervously.

"You weren't listening to a word I said were you?" he asked.

"Heh," I looked at him innocently.

"I'll take that as a no. What were you thinking about anyway, you had a huge smile on your face and were staring at me with a faraway look on your face."

"Observant are we?"

"Only with you," he answered making me blush.

"Sooo…"

"I know what you were thinking about!" Shane said happily.

"Oh? Do tell."

"You were thinking about how hot I am," he smirked.

"Nuh ah! Why would I think that?" I answered blushing.

'Because he is.'

'Shut up brain.'

'You know I'm right.'

'You wish.'

'Well I am a figment of your imagination so technically, you wish.'

'But he's so perfect,' I sighed internally.

'You like him.'

'No way.'

'Well obviously you do, just think… Oh wait, you are thinking.'

'Maybe I do, I don't know.'

"ROSE!"

"What? Huh?"

"So you think I'm perfect and you like me," Shane smirked.

"Did I just talk to myself and say that out loud?"

"Sure did."

"…Shit…"

"Don't worry, I don't mind."

"Sure you don't."

"No, I don't. Actually, I feel the same way."

"You… Like… Me?"

"I really like you Rose even though we met fifteen minutes ago."

"Technically five hours ago."

"Right, five hours. By the way, I watched your YouTube videos, you're a really good singer, you should try to get a record deal."

"Um… thanks?"

"Don't worry about it, but you should seriously consider it."

"Speaking of music, why don't you like Connect 3's sound? Didn't you create it?"

"Yeah but when we write the songs, they sound so different to what the finished product it."

"Ok, now I'm interested."

"How?"

"I want to hear some of this pre-recorded music."

"Okay but my guitar is in the bus so come on," he said pulling me from the couch to a door at the back of the room that lead to the bus.

When Shane opened the door, he stopped me and poked his head out the door, looking around before opening it fully and practically dragging me to the bus.

Shane knocked on the door and their body guard, Oliver, opened it, letting us in before stepping out to give us some privacy.

Shane pulled me to a room at the back of the bus which contained a bunk bed and an acoustic and electric guitar.

I sat on the bed as Shane picked up the acoustic guitar and sat next to me smiling brightly.

"What's it called?" I asked, his excitement rubbing off on me.

"It's called Hello Beautiful but be warned, I started it today so it's not finished."

"Let me be the judge of that," I said as Shane started playing a soft melody on the guitar.

"Hello Beautiful
How's it going?
I hear it's wonderful in California
I've been missing you it's true
But tonight I'm gonna fly
Yea tonight I'm gonna fly
'cause I could go across the world
See everything and never be satisfied
If I couldn't see those eyes
Hello Beautiful
It's been a long time
Since my phone's rung
And you've been on that line
I've been missing you it's true
But tonight I'm gonna fly
Yea tonight I'm gonna fly
'cause I could go across the world
See everything and never be satisfied
If I couldn't see those eyes.

"Yeah, it's really not finished."

"Are you kidding me? It's definitely finished. It's awesome… it's… Beautiful."

"Haha."

"What? I'm serious; you don't think that would sell?"

"I don't know."

"Well you'll never know if you don't try, and by the way, I know of one girl who would buy that song."

"I thought you hated my music?"

"Yes, all your 'cookie cutter pop star' songs I hate, not this, it's real and true and obviously you feel something for it and who it's for. The person it's for must be really special, speaking of, who is this person if you don't mind me asking?"

"Um yeah… Special… Very special," Shane stuttered over his words. "You sure you want to know who it's about?"

"Yep."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Positive?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"Oh for the love of Lucifer, just tell me already!"

"Lucifer?"

"Um… private joke."

"Riiight."

"So… Who?"

"Don't hate me okay?"

"Why would I hate you?"

"It's about… um… ah… you?"

"Me?"

"You," he confirmed.

"Huh."

"You don't sound angry."

"Why would I be?"

"You hated me before."

"Right… yeah… about that…" I stuttered.

"You still hate me?"

"No!"

"What then?"

"Definitely not hate… actually… quite the opposite…"

"You love me?"

"Yeah… wait what? NO! Not yet anyway."

"Yet?"

"Um… yeah."

"So you like me then?"

"Yeah, I like you, is that a crime?"

"No that's a good thing."

"Why?"

"Because then I can do this," he said leaning forward from where he was sitting, placing his guitar down and catching my face in his hands, leaning into my face at the sae time. His eyes dropped from mine and went to my lips, I could feel his hot breath on my face making me shiver.

Before I knew it, I closed my eyes and began leaning in…

A/N Cliffy haha too bad no one knows what happens next… oh wait I DO (and Keeley and Kathryn… but that's besides the point…)

R&R