Hi guys. I'm super sorry for the two month late chapter and I missed the anniversary! It's all because my mom's laptop decided to break before school ended and she wouldn't let me use it even though you still were able to. I finally got my lazy butt to get on my own laptop, but I suffered from writer's block and suddenly this chapter decided to hit me yesterday.

Well thank you to the people that reviewed: Shelly Marsh, WolvesRock14, Peace girl, Musical Skater, Guest, and ZeldaMelda.

Shelly Marsh: No you didn't miss anything. Necessarily. They just are mortal enemies since Riley is practically hanging all over Corey. She's super clingy even though I originally didn't want her to be like that, it's just how it turned out.

WolvesRock14: Thank you. I made up Riley's when I was sitting there mostly because I forgot to write a song for her and Spencer that's why I skipped on writing his. We are getting close to the reveal. I can only tell you that it is someone that has previously appeared in this fanfic. And they let out a huge secret at the end of this chapter. And is two months soon enough or no?

Peace girl: Thank you and the end of this chapter is a cliffy again, but it isn't the same as last time. I laughed, thank you for that.

Musical Skater: Thanks and of course I will.

Guest: Sadly I couldn't, but the top says why.

ZeldaMelda: Wasn't able to update soon, but here we are! Thank you!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Grojband. I think we all know this. The only thing I own is the story line, a few OCs and the crazy secret revealed at the end of the chapter.

Last time: I whisper," I love you, Corey Riffin." What was I thinking when I tried to kiss him?

A-chan: This'll just be easier with me explaining it and me copy and pasting it. Okay so last time on The Newmans *laughs* Sorry, I've always wanted to do that… Anyway last time Laney told Corey that she loved him while he was asleep, but he heard her, so now he knows her secret.

While we are in his P.O.V., we learn that he has feelings for his best friend, but suppresses them. He can't be in like (or even love) with his best friend, right? Everyone then prepares for the contest that they have to sing in or they are kicked out of the band.

After gaining this knowledge, they still do not know the name of the woman that told them that. (Yes I know as the author, I probably shouldn't have pointed that out). Everyone then goes up on stage to sing their songs, Carrie being last and she was about to sing, was where we left off last time.

I doubt anyone actually reads these so they won't see the difference with me doing that. Without further ado, here is your next chapter! See you at the bottom!

Carrie's P.O.V.

That day, I walked home alone. My phone buzzed in my pocket so I reached in and grabbed it.

'I'm heeeeeeeeeeeeerrrreeee' was the message I got from Macki. With all the excitement (I wasn't excited at all) of the contest, I had sort of forgotten that my small friend would be moving here. Laughing, I type back a reply. 'So where are you' was my text.

'At my house, where else' she replies.

'Where do u live now' I ask.

'6423 addison dr.'

'That's a few blocks from my house. I didn't get a lot of homework so I'll be over as soon as I'm done at my house.'

'Ok see you soon'

I quickly walk the last block of my way to my house. Unlocking the door, I search the kitchen for a pen and paper. Finally finding some, I quickly write a note for B since I know she'll be home from work soon. (I know we've only been back for like a week, but she wanted to make money and support us so she found a job.)

B, I am going to a friend's house. She just moved back here and I'll be back soon ~C

I shrugged my bag back onto my shoulders, relocked the door, and set out again. Absentmindedly, I rubbed my wrists, the cuts—now scars—hurting as I pressed them. I pulled my left sleeve up, just enough to see the butterfly that I drew every night on my wrist. There was one on my right wrist too, but it was messier, but still identifiable.

The black Sharpie smudged on my skin, making the area around the scars black. I had read something once where the person drew a butterfly on their scars and they had to be strong enough not to cut the butterfly. Thinking it was a good idea, I tried it. I had failed several times before resulting in the pinker scars, but I finally kept at it (not cutting I mean) and haven't for just over a month.

The air seems cold on my once covered wrist. Pulling my sleeve back down, I realize that I walked a block while staring at my wrist the entire time. There were three blocks left; the next two long and the last one short.

I only remember where Addison Drive is because there is a park on the other half and B would take me there sometimes. For the next two blocks I thought about our next task for the contest. The lady, who introduced herself as Brandy, told us that we would have to do a cover next since the last task of writing a song was such a failure.

We would meet tomorrow 8th period in the band practice room and discuss the task. She also said that she would bring news of how they (she said they) would decide who the winner was and that they would get a prize. That part piqued everyone's intrigue.

I finally made it to the last block and turned the corner and looked at the addresses. 6456, 6448, 6440, 6434, 6423. I reached the house labeled 6423 and walked through the white gate that surrounded the front yard. I knocked on the front door and a boy probably a year younger than me opened the door.

"Can I help you?" the boy asked, looking down at me.

I flushed slightly; I was horrible around new people even before I left. "Uh, yeah. Is Macki here?"

The boy nodded and turned into the house and yelled her name. I watched him silently from the door. His hair was the same color as her's and he looked so similar to her.

"I didn't know that Mack had a brother," I say.

"You look familiar. Didn't you go to school with us in Nebraska?" he asked. I nod.

"I thought you looked familiar then too. Give me a second. I'll remember you," he says.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" I ask him.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I'm a scatterbrain of sorts. It's not every day that a pretty girl shows up on my doorstep," he flirts.

I blush. "It's especially flattering when you can't remember her name. Speaking of names, I haven't heard yours."

At that moment, Macki comes into the room. "Sorry about him."

"It's fine. He isn't bothering me that much," I say.

"Hey," Macki's brother says. I smile at him. I turn to Macki. "I've missed you."

"Missed you too," she says, hugging me tightly. "Can't…breath…," I say.

"Sorry," she apologizes. "It's fine," I say.

"I never got an answer to who you are," I start, turning back to Mack's brother. "You were going to tell me your name when Mack came in here."

"Oh, he's my younger brother—"she was cut off when he decided to finish the statement.

"Stephen with a 'ph'. Everyone always assumes that it's with a v, but it's not. And you are?" he asks.

"So you've given up trying to remember me, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I'm Carrie," I say.

"You mean like Carrie Beff? Leader of the Newmans?"

"Does everyone in this town know me?"

"Pretty much," the siblings say in unison.

"Sometimes I hate being famous," I mutter.

"Why? It seems fun," Stephen says, his dark brown, almost black, eyes shimmer, imagining what it would be like to be famous.

"You get stalkers and everyone knows who you are. It gets pretty annoying after a while, believe me. Not to mention the paparazzi. Sure I haven't had to deal with a whole lot of that in years—I'm glad about that fact—it just gets real annoying real fast."

"I can believe it," Macki says. "Do you want to come up to my room?"

"Sure," I say, following Mack. "See ya later, Stephen with a 'ph'."

He smiled at me. "See you Carrie Beff, leader of the Newmans."

When we reached her room she apologized for the boxes. "And sorry for my flirt of a little brother."

"It's fine, it's fine. It feels nice to be appreciated once and a while. He's pretty cute anyway so it doesn't bother me that much," I admit with a blush.

"Don't let him hear you say that though," she giggles out. "And ew. Don't tell me how good looking my brother is. It's bad enough that I have to live with him. And I know enough gross things about him already."

"Don't want to know," I say, pulling my bag off of my back.

"No you don't. Believe me. You can sit at my desk," she points to the desk in the corner with a lamp and a swivel chair. "Or on my bed. It's your choice."

I decided to sit at the desk to do my homework which was seldom for once. "I don't have much," I say, pulling my homework folder out of my book bag, feeling her staring at me.

"So when are you going to start school here?" I ask while working on my math homework.

"Tomorrow," Mack answers.

"I can introduce you to my friends then. They're real cool. Do you know which bus you're going to be on?"

"I'm not sure."

"You can always come to my house and wait for the bus with me there. Or we could wait at the bus stop. Usually the driver drops us off at the bus stop and picks us up at our houses, but if you're later than a certain time, you have to go to the bus stop."

"That sounds kind of complicated."

"It does now that I said it out loud," I say. I finished my homework quickly, slid the folder back into my bag, and sat on the bed with her, my blue hair fanning out around us.

"Doesn't having this much hair bother you?"

"Sometimes, but that's mostly in summer. In winter it keeps me warm, even though it was always up."

"At least it isn't very thick," the brunette says, picking up the piece that fell on her leg.

"That's what you think until you try to wash it or put it in a ponytail. It is super thick, you just can't tell."

"My little cousin's hair is so thin. I'm honestly quite jealous of that little 8 year old."

"I would be too. I think I am actually. I would love to cut this off, but I don't want to. I love it and I know I would miss it. The one time before I left Peaceville, I had donated about 10 inches of my hair and after that I had missed it so much that I wanted to grow it back. It took more than a year, but it did come back."

"So you said something about a contest with the bands or something, right?"

"Yeah. We literally just found out the lady's name that told us about the contest today. For the first task, we had to write an original song, but everyone opted out and just used old songs, except a few people actually had a song."

I continued to tell her about the contest and my friends until the clock turned six and I had to go home. I said good bye to Stephen and Macki, but I hadn't seen either of their parents, which seemed weird. Macki told me that they were probably busy somewhere in the house or in town.

When I walked into my garage, there were two people there, both with fire-y red hair. Lens and Laney sat on the stage.

"Hello creepers. Why are you in my house?" I ask, throwing my bag on the couch.

"You're just like Core; hardly ever in your own house," Laney says.

"I can tell you guys the same thing since you are in my house. How'd you even get in? B isn't even here," I say, noticing that there isn't a car in the garage. "Wait, she should be. I'll be right back," I say, walking through the door in the garage to reach the kitchen.

There on the counter next to my note, is another note, but it's from B.

I went over to Trina's. Be back soon ~B

I walk back into the garage and say," She didn't let you in here did she?"

"I know where the spare key is," Lens says.

"But that doesn't mean you come into my house when no one's home."

"Yeah Lenny," Laney says, emphasizing the 'n's in his name.

"You told me too," Lenny says, turning to Laney.

"Pfft. I don't know what you are talking about," the redheaded female says.

"Okay then. Tell me why you're in my house."

"We were bored. I texted you like an hour ago, saying we would be coming here, but you never answered," Lenny says.

"You did? My phone didn't vibrate," I say, pulling my phone out of my pocket. I press a button and my phone does nothing. "And that's because it's dead. I didn't even hear it make a noise. Well I would've known that you guys were here if my phone wasn't dead."

"It's fun being here all by ourselves. That sounds weird. Muffins came down here and then she left. How old is she?" Laney asks.

"Thirteen? I think."

"So, where were you, Care?" Lens asked.

"My one friend just moved back today so I went and visited her. I thought that I told you that. She's coming to school tomorrow. Have you guys thought about what song you're going to do for the covers?"

"Sort of," they both say. We discussed several songs until they begged me to make food because they were hungry; well so was I, but this was my house. After I found something and made it and they ate it, I kicked them out. It was almost 8 now.

I went upstairs and got ready for bed. Muffins sat on my bed, staring at me as I changed my clothes. It bugs me how animals just stare at you like that. I picked her up and put her on the floor so I could sprawl out on the bed.

She meowed at me and I just stared at her. I got up and scanned my bookcase. Grabbing a book, I lied back down, opening the book.

It was almost ten when B got home. She came into my room, gave me a hug, and told me to go to sleep. I stayed up for just another half an hour before finally succumbing to my exhaustion.

That night I had the dream. The one where I'm in a dress, my hair is curled, and B is missing. It's been a while since I've had it.

My alarm goes off and I sleepily get up and pull on a hoodie and jeans. Brushing my hair, I slide on my Converse and shove on my hat, which kinda defeats the hair brushing.

I glance at my now charged phone, two new messages. Both from Mack.

When does the bus come? Can I just go to the bus stop with you?

What's your address?

I text back, slowly waking up. Sure my house is four blocks from yours. It's the only blue house on the street. I'll be standing out front.

Grabbing my bag off the floor, my phone buzzes in my hand. I read it as I walk down the stairs in the garage. Ok. I'll bring Stephen too. See you in… is 20 good?

Yeah 20 is fine. That's about the time I leave

Ok see you then.

I made some toast, leaving some pieces for B would be waking up right about when I leave. I stick the toast in my mouth and walk to the pantry, opening the door and grabbing Poptarts.

Setting my breakfast (minus the toast) on the kitchen table and my bag on the seat, I open the fridge and grab out a water bottle and stick it off to the side in my bag. I move my bag to the floor and sit in the seat it was previously occupying.

Silently, I eat my breakfast. The only sounds were the clock ticking and me eating. I heard my sister moving around upstairs—my alarm probably woke her up. Zoning out, I stare at the wall until the cat brushes against my leg. That's when I realized that it had been 17 minutes since I texted Mack.

I quickly threw out my garbage and yelled bye to my sister. If she wasn't up before, she was now. I pet Muffins once and said bye to her as well. She meowed in response. I grab my set of house keys and stand outside.

I see the brunettes before they see me. Once Mack sees me, she runs towards me, leaving her brother who seemed to be mid-sentence. She practically launched herself at me.

"I just saw you yesterday. Calm down," I say, trying to balance.

"Yeah I know," Mack says.

"Thanks for leaving me sis," Stephen says in mock anger.

"Sorry."

We started to walk to the bus stop and I saw a familiar head of red hair. "Come on guys," I say before running to the stop.

"Laney!" I yell. She turns towards me and smiles.

"Is this your friend you were talking about?" Laney asked, motioning towards Macki beside me.

"Yes. This is Macki," I turned to point at Stephen. "And that is her brother, Stephen."

"You didn't say that your friends were pretty like you," Stephen says, reaching us.

"And as you've noticed he is a flirt." Laney laughs at my comment.

"Sorry kid, but I have my eyes set on someone else," says the redhead.

"Well if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."

"I don't actually, but okay."

"By the way, Macki, Stephen, that is Laney," I say, remembering that we were in the middle of introductions.

"Laney as in, Laney Penn, bassist for Grojband?" Stephen asks. Laney nods. The bus turns the corner and stops in front of us. We step onto the bus and head to the back. Macki sat down and motioned for me to sit next to her so I did. Stephen sat beside me, leaving Laney with a seat of her own, which was fine since she was going to sit with Corey.

"Well I feel loved," Laney mutters from her seat next to us.

"You should since I'm making sure you can sit with you-know-who," I say smugly.

Just then the bus stops and Corey and Lenny get on. I smile and wave. "Hi guys. To my right is my friend that moved from Nebraska, Macki and to my left is her brother Stephen." Lens and Corey greet the two people in the seat with me.

The two boys sit with Laney. "The boy in the orange beanie is Corey, and yes, Stephen, the frontman for Grojband. And the male redhead is Lenny, the bassist for my band."

We soon arrived at school where we were greeted by both sets of twins, who which I introduced. And like normal Stephen flirted with the girls. Mack dragged him away, saying," We have to find the office so we can get our schedules."

"I'll show you there. Follow me, you guys," I say, pulling the brunette siblings towards the office. "I'll meet up with you guys later," I say over my shoulder. They wave at me and I walk to the office.

When we reached the office I led them to the secretary. "These two are new students and they need their schedules. Their names are Macki Avicii, junior, and Stephen Avicii, sophomore. I'll be showing Macki around, but Stephen needs a guide."

"Okay. I appreciate you showing them here and their schedules will be printed momentarily," the secretary, a kind middle aged woman, said.

"You're welcome," I say and she smiles in response. She stands and walks to the printer, taking two papers from it and walking back to us, handing the siblings their respective papers.

"If you would give me a minute, I will e-mail a teacher to send down a certain student to show you around, Stephen," the secretary states.

"Okay. I'll wait here then," he says to the woman. Turning to us, he says," I'll see you guys later then. Meet you on the bus?"

"Yeah, I'll be there," I say before walking out with Macki and running into another person, literally.

"Sorry about that Care," says a familiar voice. I look up to see that it was Spencer that I ran into.

"Its fine, Spence, really."

"Okay. So, who is that?" Spence asks.

"Oh, that's Macki. She came from Nebraska. Mack is in our grade and she has a younger brother, Stephen, in 10th grade."

"Okay. We should probably head to homeroom since the bell is about to ring," he says, walking towards 1st period.

"We still have to go to our lockers, so we'll meet you there," I say. When we reach our lockers, Mack's was only a few down from mine, she asks," He likes you, doesn't he?"

"What are you talking about?" I question.

"You really can't see it, huh? It's in the way he looks at you."

For the rest of the time we in the hall, we stayed silent. I walked into the classroom and took my seat. Awkwardly, she stood by the door until the teacher noticed her. At that moment, the bell rang and Riley walked into class. Mack stared at her. More like glared, but she watched the raven haired girl.

"It has come to my attention that we have yet another transfer student. If you would please stand in front of the class and tell us your name," the teacher says.

Nervously, she steps forward and quietly says her name. The teacher then told her where to sit. All throughout class, she kept looking at Riley.

?'s P.O.V.

That day, the Tuesday when my spies came back, I told them that the plan would be commencing soon. They were doing a good job of convincing them. That day was one of the first days that I didn't follow her home.

But I wrote her a letter and took it to her myself. I rang the doorbell, setting the envelope that read her name by my feet, and I walked off the porch and hid in the bushes. She opened the door and picked up the letter; she was used to this by now.

I had been sending her these since I knew she was the one that got the mail. She was usually the only one home at this time, but I knew she was the only one that would open it. I wonder if she'll like it.

I wonder if she's as excited to see me as I am to see her. She looks so much like her mother. I wonder if she remembers me from then. Probably not; she was too young then. How old was she? Three, right? Yeah.

All she did was cry for her mother, but I didn't get to keep her. I had to let my little playmate go. I left her with her mother. She didn't understand why her mother wouldn't answer or why she wasn't breathing.

Her crying is what alerted people. How they found the body. That's right. Her mother was killed by me.

Now you guys know what happened to Carrie's mom and the secret is revealed, but she doesn't know herself. The ? person will be revealed soon (and it sadly isn't the Riddler even though I wish it was). So you're probably wondering why Mack is staring at Riley and why she kept Stephen a secret.

Well Mack and Care talked on the last day of Care being there so her brother didn't seem of much importance at that time. And you'll fine out the staring this next time. I promise.

Well I should be back sooner with a chapter and I will go now. Love you guys! Keep reviewing and PMing and stuff. See you next time ~A