A/N Welcome one and all to my new story! Yay! Reviews mean the world to me!

Summary: After a 25 year old Zanders music career goes down the drain due to bad publicity, He moves back to sunny Las Angles, California where he expects everything to be the same. Will the love of his life still be waiting? Will his friends still want him around?

Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own How to Rock. If I did maybe Max would reply to my tweets! Haha… Follow me on twitter, peeps!

Moving back to Las Angles isn't going to fun for a Mr. Zander Robbins. Especially since he just packed up and left when he got this gig to be lead singer for a band up in New York. Needless to say, he got it and practically dropped off the planet at least in his friends and family's eyes. They saw him on the TV and occasionally listened to some of his songs, but other than that, he was out of their lives for good.

At least that what they thought until Stevie Baskara got a call from Cindy Robbins, who she had taken responsibility for after Mr. Robbins died and her daughter was living somewhere across seas, telling her that her only son was coming home and how she would need a ride to the airport to pick him up.

This really didn't surprise Stevie. She wasn't a complete hermit (that Kacey always assumes she is because she never feels like going anywhere and isn't up on the latest fashion). She watches TV and reads some magazines. Zander was going through a type of publicity that gets you shunned from the world around you and the type that stupid but gets blown up because of the huge star you are.

Stevie never really believed everything she saw on TV or read in magazines. She would have to ask him directly which was going to be problem due to the hatred she held for him since the day he left without a goodbye. Well, a very good one that is and she was the type of girl to hold grudges. Even after seven years, she still didn't know what she would do if he ever walked back into her life.

"Stevie, dear, are you ready to go?" Ms. Robbins said snapping the girl out of her thoughts.

"Huh, what?"

Ms. Robbins just shook her head and grabbed her purse. "You know. You can sometimes stop thinking of that boy."

"What boy?" She asked confused before holding the door open and helping her out of house.

"The one from the supermarket the other day, Stevie, I know he's dreamy, but I have to get my son." She said as Stevie helped her into the passenger side and she got in the driver's side.

"If you must know, Ms. Cindy, I wasn't thinking about Drake." She said. "You know I only think about one guy." Which was true. Not one day went by that she didn't think about Zander and Cindy knew that. The two grew really close during the endless hours of grocery shopping and watching soap operas together. Cindy knew practically everything about her.

Cindy nodded and averted her glance out the window. "I know, Sweetie, I know. I was just trying to get your mind off of him."

"How is that possible? We're going to go pick him up at the airport." Stevie chuckled. "Besides, I can do this. It's not like I'm going to be spending a lot of time with him."

"Stevie…"

"I'm fine, Ms. C. I promise."

Thankfully, the rest of the car ride was pretty much silent. Every once and a while, Cindy would point out a cloud that looked like an animal or a car that had a weird paint job. Stevie would innocently reply with one word answers and then let it fall silent again. It was a relief not to have to talk about Zander with his own mother.

It also gave her time to think about what exactly she would say to Zander when they got there. Would she yell at him for what he did? Or should she act indifferent?

She thought she made up her mind, but when she spotted Zander sitting on top of his suitcase, the feelings she has tried to get rid of for seven years filled her.

~How to Rock~

It wasn't long for Zander to realize his career was, as a famous musician who only needed his guitar to be happy, over. He had seven good years before the things started to unravel. After being accused of knocking up an eighteen year old and then leaving her and his child, He knew it was over. He couldn't find a place that would let him and his band put on concerts. The band then betrayed him and kicked him out.

It was then he decided to move back to Las Angles, California which was a major choice on his behalf. He had left a lot behind when he packed up and moved to New York. He didn't know what exactly he was coming back too. His mother had told him last night that his father had died two years ago which hurt him deeply. He was very close to his dad when he was younger and it was difficult for him not to have been aware of his death when it happened.

Of course, he has been ignoring his family for years. He didn't reply to emails. He didn't call them on the phone. It was his fault and it wouldn't surprise him if his friends didn't want anything to do with him. After all, he abandoned them when Gravity 5 was just taking off. Last he heard, the band broke up, but are still very good friends.

"Zander, honey!"

He stood up from his position on top of his suitcase and walked over to the little black car. "Hey, mom." He said giving her a small hug through the window. "How are you…" Zander froze when he looked towards the driver's seat and saw the person he least expected to be here. "Stevie?"

She put on the fakest smile. "Zander,"

"W-what are you doing here?" He asked still stunned by her presence.

She shrugged. "Your mom needed a ride." She explained. "Now get in the car. I have to get back before sundown."

Nodding, Zander gave his mom one last hug before throwing his suitcase in the back and hurryingly getting into the backseat. "So mom, how are you?" He asked fully this time.

"I'm doing great. Stevie has been wonderful." Cindy said turning in her seat so that she was looking at her son. "You're so grown up."

"And you're so old." He joked grabbing her wrinkled hand in his. "I'm sorry, mom."

She shook her head. "No, honey, you were busy. I get it." She grinned. "It's good to see you now though."

Zander just slowly shook his head. He could have made time to talk to her and come see her, but he didn't. "It's good to see you too."

The rest of the car ride was pretty much silent like it was on the way there. Stevie was lost in her thoughts while Cindy and Zander just softly talked to each other. She wasn't paying much attention to their conversation, but she did note that when Cindy would bring her up, Zander would instantly want to change the subject which kind of hurt Stevie.

"Stevie, you're about to miss the exit." Cindy suddenly said, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"Oops, sorry." She mumbled as she barely made the exit.

"Yeah, Stevie, watch it." Zander tried to joke, but only got a harsh glare from her through to rearview mirror. "Okay…" He averted his eyes as the car fell completely silent.

After that it didn't take long for the three to arrive back at Ms. Robbins little house. As Stevie helped Cindy out of the car, Zander looked up at the house of his childhood. It was weird seeing it so empty looking. Not a light was on or a sound came from the house. It used to be so lively. "I'm glad someone is finally here to watch over her at night." Stevie said directly to him for the first time since he was back.

"Don't you…"

She shook her head. "No, I have my own place in the city. Closer by my work."

"Where do you work?"

"I'm an assistant to Mark Louse."

"The director?"

Stevie nodded. "Yeah, well, I have to go. Busy day on set tomorrow." She walked over to Cindy, gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Will you be okay?"

"I have Zander here now." Cindy reassured. "Have a good night."

"You too." Stevie said before nodding towards Zander and leaving the two alone.

Zander frowned. "I think she's mad."

"I would be too if someone had done that to me." Cindy said. "Now, help me inside. We can catch up a little before bed."

Zander nodded. He was going to have to talk to Stevie tomorrow about what happened the day he left, but right now. His mom was his top priority.

A/N I really don't know how I feel about this. Some parts I love, but others… Hmm… well, tell me what you think! Remember, I adore reviews!