Noise not Music

Chapter 1: Guitar

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Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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A/N: So I started thinking what if shane had never found out Mitchie was the girl with the voice. What if he had been convinced it was someone else? So I decided to write about. Also because a certain author. I wont say any names *cough cough* hoplessley jonas bro obsessed *cough cough* never updates her stories.

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Shane sat by the dock. Guitar in his lap, eyes watching the water move. He let his fingers run over the strings lightly strumming the guitar. All he could hear was the soft voice running through his head.

He sighed as he thought about her. He imagined her. But every time he did the face never did the voice justice. The beautiful voice he had yet to find the owner of.

And as he did every day he lightly whispered the words this is real this is me.

He smiled a bit as he thought of every meaning those words could have.

The words made him think of how down to earth this girl must be.

And how the meaning behind the words mean she must be beautiful inside and out.

But then again. He was just assuming she was beautiful on the outside. But with a voice like that. Why would it matter.

He got up as the the water reflected the setting sun. Yet another day thinking about a girl that he may never find. He grabbed his guitar gripping the neck. As he lugged the instrument along back to his cabin he heard a soft noise coming from the distance. He headed towards it curious.

At this point it could be a bird and he would still go to see if it was the voice.

He went to a jog still gripping the neck of the guitar.

He hoped and prayed that he would see who it was. And he hoped and prayed that it would be the girl.

The voice got louder as he heard it. He stopped at the point where he could see the girl. He listened intently as she sat there holding a guitar. Looking like Shane had just about 10 minutes ago at the dock. Except instead of staring out at the water the girl was watching the world pass by her. He watched her fingers dance over the wiry metal strings of the guitar. The vibrations letting a quiet sound emerge. He listened as she let a melody escape her mouth. As her high pure voice let the words flow out. His ears perked up as he heard the familiar harmony and tone flow. Although not the same song the voice sounded so familiar. She finished the bridge and stopped playing. He watched her toss her layered caramel hair over her shoulder. He watched the waves settle against her back.

Shane smiled. He had found her. He had found the voice.

He spoke up. "Your the girl."

She turned around startled. Bright doe eyes the color of a brilliant ocean staring up at him.

"Excuse me?"

He realized he had been sounding a bit like a mad man just stating your the girl.

He sighed. "I have been looking for a girl for about the past month. And your her."

She let out a light musical laugh. Of course she would have a musical laugh. She was a musical person. "Im the girl? Whats so important about a girl?"

"The girl with the voice. You are the girl with the voice."

She looked at him.

"So rock star Shane Gray has fallen for my voice?" She looked at him strangely as though this were all just one big giant strange dream.

He smiled. Unlike Mitchie this girl didnt call him a popstar. "Depends can rock star Shane Gray know the name of the girl with the voice I have fallen for?"

She smiled at him. A brilliant perfect smile. "Yeah I guess I could let rock star Shane Gray know my name. Or maybe I should just hide it and let him hire a army to figure it out."

"Why would you do that?" He asked inching towards her with every moment they are talking.

She smiled again also getting closer holding her guitar in her lap, his sitting beside him. "To see if your so interested in me that you would try that hard to find out."

By now they were starting to whisper to each other faces 10 cm apart. He inched closer as he made his whisper even lighter. "Well could you just save me all the trouble and just tell me."

She looked at him her eyes quickly scanning his face. "I guess."

He smiled as he became 2 cm away from her face. "So what is it?"

She kissed him lightly and pulled away whispering still. "Im Ryan."

He smiled. "Im Shane."

She let out that musical laugh again only softer this time. "I know."

Then she smiled and kissed him again.

They both had one hand in each others lap. The other on their own guitars.

And as they kissed their fingers lightly ran across their guitar strings lightly strumming them.

But only creating noise.

Not music.