A/N – Hey y'all! Miss me? Hehe, last night I went to an awesome Cathal Flaherty concert and it was so amazing! I still have a sore throat from all the screaming! :D That's what happens when a hot guy is bouncing around the stage with a guitar in his hands. I know no one knows who he is but look him up, he's great! :D

Did y'all like the last chapter? Wan't it great! I loved it so much! :D I hope I can make mine half as great as Charlotte's was! :D Won't you tell me?

Enjoy!

*~Luv Evelina~*

Brandi's POV

"Just to let you know, I don't live in a fancy place" I informed the guy standing next to me. I gave him a warning, cuz otherwise he'd be shocked and there'd be more of a chance he'd go running back to his 'band mates' or whoever.

He looked at the apartment building and nodded "Yeah, I can see that" I half smiled, knowing that I couldn't have expected a great big compliment but he still noticed my mood fall just a little "Not that I mind or anything...umm...It's really nice of you to offer me..umm...to...umm...stay with you" he added, rubbing his neck uncomfortably.

I laughed and grabbing his wrist pulled him into the corridor. I fiddled for my keys in my jackets pocket, and my eyes widened as I realized they weren't there. "Okay, so either I lost my key and we're locked out or I forgot my key and my sister is still home. Let's hope for the positive" I said crossing my fingers as I walked towards apartment 9c.

"Which one would that be?" asked Shane slowly fallowing behind me.

I laughed once again and checked the handle. I groaned as I realised it was locked.

"Okay. Bad news."

"Locked out?"

"Yeah...-" I was cut off by the door flying open and a very annoyed Nica greeting us. "Left your key, again. Next time, I am not waiting for you!" she screamed.

"Cuz next time you'll call me and tell me to come home?" I asked stepping in to the apartment and nodding for Shane to come in too.

"Oh aren't you a smart little chick, eh?" fake smiled Nica. "What's the point? You never have it on!"

"Dramatic effect?" I offered, Nica made a face at me and slowly cringed her head towards Shane. "And you are...?"

"Nica, can I talk to you for just a sec?" I pulled her away before Shane for a chance to put in a word.

"Who is he? And why does he look like someone just smashed 79 glasses against his face?" asked Nica, eyeing Shane who was standing awkwardly by the door.

"Cuz someone did. Well close enough"

"Oh no. Brandi the lifesaver!" She said dramatically, punching her fist in the air. "Is he the dude you insisted on bringing into the hospital last night, and wouldn't leave?"

"Yeah, that's him"

"And he's here...why?"

"He got nowhere to go"

"Right, are you gonna bring every homeless person here? Ooh, ooh and every homeless cat! Oh and dog! And squirrel!"

"Get real Nica, it's just for a couple of days"

Nica grunted and grabbing her jacket started to make her way towards the door. "Gotta go to work..." she trailed off, then on her heel turned to me "You meeting Dave tonight?" she asked smiling evilly. She did it on purpose I knew it. She knew of ways to get at me.

"No" I growled, and Shane raised an eyebrow at me "Why not?" she kept on going.

"Cuz look at what he did!" I exploded... I threw my hands up to point at Shane's scarred and bruised face and neck, and his bandaged leg.

"Hmm...he does that every night, never stopped you before" she huffed "Sometimes you threw in a kick or two, how's this different?"

I tried to keep myself from either bursting into tears and ripping all her hair out or either separate.

"You're late for work, Nica" I snarled and she slowly moved away her gaze from me and onto the clock. "Oh look, you're right, I am"

"You have fun now"

And then we were alone

Shane's POV

I remembered her calling out to Dave, for him to stop beating me. The tall brown haired one. The one that started everything...

"Well that's something" I muttered, putting one of my crutches forward and tried to move further into the sitting room.

"I'm sorry" she whispered lowering her head, and hiding her gorgeous eyes behind a curtain of curly hair.

"For what?" I asked sitting down on the old battered couch and resting my sprained ankle on the older coffee table. The place was as bad as she said. Not fancy.

The walls were bare and free of wallpaper or paint, the floor was covered in a dull brown carpet the whole way through the flat, and the furniture was old and worn out, old enough to be used, thrown out, re-used and thrown out again. Something you'd find in a dump...that's probably where they did find it. The strong smell of stale smoke filled the apartment from the cigarette butts left in the ash tray and the smell that clinged on to furniture.

"For lying" she whispered trailing over to where I was sitting, and keeping her pose of head-hanging in front of me.

I stayed quiet and waited for her to say something, but when she didn't and her head started to rise, when it was high enough for her to look me in the eyes, I smiled. Confusion crossed her face, and my grin widened.

"Why are you smiling? Why aren't you storming out?!"

"I can't" I said motioned towards my crutches then smiled "But I guess if you want me to..." I sighed dropping my smile but the corners of my lips still curled up a bit, as I pretended to pull myself up

"NO! I mean...don't you hate me?" she asked sitting down and pulling me back down beside her.

"Should I?"

"Yes. Well, I lied to you. I told you I don't know any of them, when I...I dated Dave. Still dating Dave for all he knows." She admitted letting her head fall to the level of shame again.

"That's none of my business" I lied, even when envy and hate was gnawing at me. Not for her, I couldn't hate someone who saved my life, but towards Dave. How on earth could an ass-hole like him, get a girl like Brandi? But maybe I was the fool, falling for a girl I knew less than 2 hours. Maybe I was mistaken and didn't take Brandi for who she is, cuz I didn't know who she is exactly.

"But I still want to know why"

"Why what?" she muttered placing her head in her hands, and hiding her mesmerizing face and eyes, which were covered with guilt and sorrow.

"Why didn't you leave me or throw in a kick or two yourself like your sister said." I asked, the picture of the dark haired girl, with the strange western accent,(which Brandi didn't seem to posses) popping back into my head.

"Cuz...I." she sighed and looked at me "I was sick of being me. I don't like being Dave's bait. But I only realised that last night, when I saw just a harmless guy getting the cruellest of the beatings I have seen Dave and the others, give."

"Yeah, that's what I get for not bringing out my bodyguard on my relaxation nights"

"You have a bodyguard?" she sat up straighter, as if she was afraid to before.

"Yeah, remember, 'rock star', really famous, need to be protected from hooligans and crazed fans."

"Righ-t" she said, a smile trying to knock itself on her lips. She didn't believe me. She didn't know who Shane Gray was. Even though that's what I always wanted, it annoyed me. I wanted to show her Shane Gray was real, and not a liar.

"Here, hand me the TV remote." I ordered, and Brandi obeyed immediately. I knew specific channels were I was shown 24/7, and I flicked through the contents of Brandi's TV until I found the channel I was looking for.

I was just in time to see my face pop up on the screen...

"In later news, Connect 3's, Shane Gray has been seen leaving the New Jersey hospital, with a scarred face, crutches and a mystery girl. It was reported that Gray was rushed to the hospital last night, after getting beat up by a gang of locals, stay tuned for more..."

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