This is my newest story! If you like HSMBSISHH (that's a super long abbreviation, I know) then you'll probably like this new one too! Here's the description and pleaseeee check it out! Thank you!!

Genres: Teen Fiction, Romance, Humor.

Description:

Asher Hawkins thought he had it all; a great band, great friends, great life. He couldn't have wanted anything more.
It was when he broke his favorite vinyl record that his life changed.
While replacing his broken one, he meets the eminent Beatrice Montgomery - daughter of the hot shot lawyer parents and the girl who never stops smiling.
But what happens when one day, she does stop smiling? Asher may have been able to replace his Broken Record, but could he replace and Broken Bea?

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I've decided to go ahead and post the first chapter for everyone to read... This story has been posted for a while and it hasn't gotten many reads yet but I'm very hopeful. I personally love this story because it comes from my heart and I hope you guys will take a short couple minutes to read the first chapter and tell me how you like it! Thank you!! HERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER:

Chapter 1: Broken Record

I stood in front of my shelf loaded to the brim with old vinyl records that were calling my name. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had nothing to do; band practice was over and now I had an empty schedule. Usually we would practice a little more, but we don't have a show until next week.

My fingers hovered over the records, still deciding on which one to pick. I finally landed on one by The Beatles, my favorite one. I pulled the record out of its cover and placed on my old record player. It began to play softly and I immediately felt relaxed. There was nothing like music and relaxation to calm the nerves.

Well, it was peaceful. My door suddenly burst open, Grayson presenting himself in an annoying manner. He was wearing a speedo and knee-high socks, which made me raise my eyebrows in surprise as I sat up in bed.

"What are you -" Grayson held a hand up with a flat look on his face.

"It was a dare. Don't ask," he told me as he ran a hand through his blonde hair. He stood there with his hands on his hips, looking annoyed at the world.

"What do you want?" I asked him, wanting my relaxation time back.

"I -" He started to say before he was cut off by the sound of screaming. He turned around just in time to see Ben, bassist for our band, jump on top of him and tackle him to the ground. There was a loud thump as Grayson fought Ben. I let out a sigh as I stood over them, watching them wrestle each other.

There were five of us living in this old barn. Yes, it used to be a barn. When we formed out band three years ago, we all went scouting for a place to chill. Now that we're all eighteen and older, we live here. On the outside, the barn looks just as it would if a farmer owned it. It had chipped red paint, a tin roof, and big wooden doors. The only difference was the inside.

Downstairs was the lounge; we had a flat screen TV that Grayson's mom gave us, an old couch that was more comfortable than a new one, bean bag chairs, and whatever else you could think of. Our recording studio was also downstairs. Up in the loft was where all our bedrooms were.

Grayson and Ben's were across from each other, Quentin and Brody's next to theirs and mine was last. Somehow I managed to grab the biggest one. Although Brody, my twenty-year-old brother and the drummer for Ablaze, was the oldest, I beat him to it.

We may not always get along, but the five of us are a family. We live together and go to school together, well, most of us. Grayson and Ben somehow always end up getting on each other's last nerve. A good example would be right now.

I crossed my arms over my chest, watching the boys tumble back and forth.

Quentin suddenly made an appearance up the steps, glaring at the two boys and then at me. I just shrugged my shoulders.

"What are they doing? I'm trying to study." Quentin complained. Quentin was our nerd of the group. He has black hair and thick-rimmed glasses and always has a book in his face when he's not playing the keyboard for the band.

"Don't ask me," I scoffed. My band mates were so immature sometimes. Okay, all the time.

"Guys," Quentin said, his eyes darting between them. "Guys!" He yelled a little louder. That's when I took control. I reached down and grabbed Ben by his shirt and yanked him back with all the strength I had. I tossed him back so far that he landed against my bed, making it shake. It raddled a little and before I realized what was happening, I heard a crack noise and turned quickly.

Ben was on his hands and knees, holding pieces of a black record. My record. My Beatles record somehow flipped out of my record player. How did that happen? Only God himself could tell me that.

"Dude!" I yelled, angry now. Ben was staring at the broken record with wide, innocent eyes. I glanced behind me to see Grayson and Quentin scrambling down the hall and into one of the other four bedrooms.

"I don't know what happened..." He mumbled, acting utterly confused. I crouched down and picked up a few shattered pieces. I felt my insides churn with anger, but I knew it was an accident. It was kind of my fault for throwing him. We wouldn't have been in this situation if the two of them would stop acting like two-year-olds. The ration part of me was telling me to calm down and just go get a new one. The irrational part of me was telling me to grab Ben by his ear and throw him out my window. But that would mean the band would be missing a person, so I couldn't do that.

I sighed heavily and ran a hand through my hair. This was a limited edition, at least, to me it was. I got it from the man himself - Paul McCartney. He gave it to me when I met him on the streets of New York when I was fifteen years old. My aunt and uncle took Brody and me and our cousins to the Big Apple for Christmas and that's when I met my idol. I almost peed my pants, along with Brody. Except he wasn't near as excited because everyone else in this band was more into the new music. As in the new Rock bands.

"Just go, Ben. I've got this. I'll go by 5th Avenue and pick up a new one," I said quietly, not wanting to release my fury on hm. Ben stood up without arguing. He knew what this record meant to me.

"Sorry, man," he patted my shoulder and walked out of my room without a care in the world.

I carefully picked up the rest of the broken pieces, hesitating to throw them away. I knew it would be pathetic if I did keep them, but how could I not? I dropped every single piece into its case and put it back on the shelf out of reach.

I turned back to the bed and grabbed my jacket off the bed post, tugged it on, and tried to find my shoes. My black converses sat by the door. I pulled them on and tied up the white laces.

I made sure to grab some money to get my record with and dashed out the door, walking down the steps and into the lounge where Brody sat on the couch watching a football game. Football was a sport all five of us loved. We always took bets on each other, though none of us play it in school. I'll let you take one guess as to who usually wins the bets. Yes, that's right. Me. I smirked at my older brother.

"Who's winning?" I asked him. He glanced at me with a bored expression. That would be Brody; blank expression. He was crazy when he wanted to be. Don't get his boring exterior get you wrong.

"Not sure, it just started. My bets are on the Cowboys," he told me. I shook my head, watching them start the game.

"The Packers have this. Bet me ten bucks?" I stuck my hand out for Brody to shake. He eyed me suspiciously then shook his head.

"No way. You somehow always manage to weasel your way into winning these stupid bets," he said and turned his attention back to the screen. I rolled my eyes. But I knew I would win this. The Packers totally had this.

It took me longer than I thought to get to 5th Avenue, the record store in our small town of Griffin, Pennsylvania.

There was a light wind blowing past me in the spring air. It was early March and the weather wasn't exactly warm. Kids were running past me on the sidewalk pushing each other yelling "tag!". I was annoyed the slightest bit. Most of my bad mood fell back on the earlier events of today.

I know, I must love kids. I do, I lived with a few younger kids until I turned eighteen in July. Then I was outta there and living in the barn with four guys I considered my best friends.

The wind died down by the time I got to 5th Avenue, our music store. I pushed the door open and walked inside, hearing the song of the bell that rang every time someone opened the door. I nodded to Len, the guy who owned the store and became my companion since I was in here often.

I walked back to the section I knew my record would be in. The store was mostly empty with only a few kids looking through CD's and albums. As usual, there was no one back at the shelf where my favorites were. It seemed like I was the only one who still loved The Beatles and bands like them.

I looked through the first row and didn't see the album Abbey Road yet. It was my favorite, and if I didn't find it, I'd probably go home and rip Ben's head off his shoulders.

"Wow, I thought I was the only one who still listened to these," a sweet, girlish voice said from behind me. With a stiff album still in my hands, I turned around to meet a pair of bright hazel eyes and a big beautiful smile.

Her dark brown hair was wavy, looking like it was frizzy. She had a knitted hat covering the top of her head. The one thing that I couldn't take my eyes off of was her smile - it was so eye catching. It almost made me want to grin. And maybe I did.

I chuckled and held up the album in my hands. "I thought I was, too." She pursed her lips and unwrapped her fingers from the strap of her bag.

"These are the best ones," she said, grabbing a Rolling Stones album off the shelf. This shelf was mostly the 60's through the 90's. "My favorite is 21st Century by Green Day. Twenty-One Guns is my favorite song from them," she blushed yet still smiled down at the album in her hands.

"Yeah, I'd have to agree with that," I nodded and started to look through the albums again. Nothing made me happier than getting a new album to listen to, but it was still stuck in the back of my mind that my record was broken. "I have to get a new record because my friend broke mine this morning," her eyes widened and she looked at me in horror. I only nodded my head, confirming her thoughts.

"Are you buying any?" I asked, not wanting to stop talking. It felt good to meet someone with the same interest as me.

"I would, but I can't. I kind of broke my record player," she said with a frown.

"That sucks. We must have the same luck. How'd it happen?" I wondered aloud. She smiled and rolled her eyes, shuffling through the albums once again.

"It's a long story. And trust me, you don't have time for it," she bit her bottom lip. "I never did introduce myself, did I?" I could see what she was doing - changing the subject.

"I'm Beatrice Montgomery. You can call me Bea." She stuck her hand out and smiled once again. I raised an eyebrow at her shook her hand. There was no ignoring the feeling I got when I touched her, but I pushed it aside.

"I know you - you're the daughter of Jamie and Ava Montgomery," I said. She smiled sheepishly. I'd seen her at school, too, but never did talk to her.

"Yeah, and I know you. I've seen you at school. Asher?" She asked, one eyebrow raised. I couldn't help but notice she was avoiding something.

"Asher Hawkins, the one and only," I nodded my head, winking. She gave me a thoughtful look and took in a deep breath, turning back to the shelf.

"You have a band, don't you?" She asked suddenly, not looking at me. I glanced at her and back at the album I wanted to get.

"Yeah, Ablaze," I said quietly. It wasn't very often that someone asked me about the band. We weren't well known unless you count the small population in Griffin well known. There was a total of 4,398 people in this town - I've seen the "Welcome to Griffin, Pennsylvania! Population: 4,398" sign too many times.

But we planned to change that next Saturday when we play at a bar in the next town over. It was bigger and I had a feeling that it would be a good show.

"I've never heard you guys. Are you any good?" She asked me suggestively. I smirked at her.

"I don't know. Maybe you should come check us out sometime," I said in an embarrassingly flirty tone. My cheeks grew warm but I kept a smirk on my face.

"Maybe I will," she adjusted the album on the shelf. "I better go. See you at school, Asher." She wiggled her fingers in a wave toward me and out the door she went.

"Bye, Bea," I called before she left the store. She turned, her long beautiful hair swinging around her face as she grinned.

I found a replica of my album a few moments later and bought it, finally leaving 5th Avenue and heading home. Ben was lucky I found one, but I could never replace that record.

As I walked the sidewalks back to the barn, my mind kept wandering back to Bea. I tried to think about the chords I had to play in our upcoming show or the lyrics I had hit perfectly. But nothing could take her out of my mind. It was driving me insane. When I reached the barn, I pushed the door open and closed it behind me. The guys were all standing around; a couple in the lounge, one in the kitchen, and the other sitting at the table. I walked over to Ben in the lounge and held up my album.

"You're still not safe. I wouldn't sleep with both eyes closed," I threatened in a serious voice, but I was clearly kidding. He grinned up at me.

"Yeah, yeah. I could take you," he mocked and maneuvered his head so he could see past me to the TV. I chuckled and walked away, knowing he wouldn't be able to take me. I was a few inches taller and a little bit stronger than him. He had no chance.

I walked upstairs to my bedroom and placed the new album on my shelf, deciding to keep it there unless I really wanted to listen to it.

A thin red book caught my attention in the corner of my eye. I looked at it and saw it was my old yearbook sticking halfway off the shelf. I grabbed it and stepped up onto my bed, leaning against the wall it was pressed against. I opened the book to flip through it and landed on my grade's page. I looked at my ninth grade self and cringed. My hair was longer then. It came down to my eyebrows and then swayed to the left. You could hardly see my eyes. I laughed when I saw a few other people that looked way different now. Then my eyes came across Beatrice. Her wavy hair was curled and cascaded over her shoulders and her hazel eyes popped out. I stared at it for a moment longer, curiosity getting the best of me. I finally grew tired of wondering and decided to ask the guys.

I shoved the book back in its spot on the shelf and walked down the hall and then down the spiraled steps that led to the lounge.

"Hey, Quentin?" I mumbled as I sat down at the table. He had his nose stuck in a book that bad no words on the front and only on the spine of the book. I couldn't read what it said because he closed the book and set it aside.

"Yeah?" He asked, giving me his attention. He adjusted his glasses and leaned his elbows on the table.

"Um, do you know a girl named Beatrice Montgomery from school?" I asked him. He opened his mouth to reply when Ben suddenly shouted and ran over to us at the table.

"Bea? Who doesn't know her? Her parents are filthy stinkin' rich and she's possibly the nicest person on the planet," Ben exclaimed as if he worshipped the girl. I was shocked to know that he actually paid attention to something at school.

"I think it's an act," Quentin rambled. I snapped my head back to look at him, eyebrows raised. He tossed his head to the side lightly to make his long black hair move out of his eyes.

"Why do you say that?" I interrogated. For some reason, though, I didn't believe him. Ben was now sitting beside me and listening intently.

"Well, for starters, her parents are hotshot lawyers. No person with that much money is that nice. It just doesn't happen like that. She's probably a spoiled brat in disguise," he rolled his eyes and picked his book back up. Ben grunted.

"Not everyone lets money go to their heads. Bea is always smiling and, as far as I've seen, is friends with everyone. She even talks to the kids who play Pokémon at lunch," Ben said with a little humor in his voice.

"She hasn't spoken to me. Like I said, it's an act," he made his final statement and began reading his book again. Ben rolled his eyes and grumbled as he walked away towards the lounge. Grayson was passed out on the couch with his feet dangling off the back.

"Well, I met her in 5th Avenue and she seems cool. I told her to come to one of our shows sometime," I announced. Ben cheered absentmindedly and continued playing a game of Call of Duty. Quentin just shook his head, not lifting it to look at me. I didn't even see Brody anywhere.

But I knew that I didn't know if Ben was right or if Quentin was right. It was going to kill me if I didn't find out soon, though.

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I am so excited for this book that I can't contain my excitement. It's going to be fun to write, sad at times, and really happy moments between Asher and Bea. I really hope you stick around and read it!

Griffin, Pennsylvania is a town I totally made up. If there really is a Griffin in Pennsylvania then that's a coincidence! Haha.

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