A/N Sorry for the confusion peeps, I realize that Australia is roughly 15 hours ahead of the U.S., but I didn't know that when I wrote the first several chapters, so it doesn't balance out until later. Just bear with me, please!

~Luke's POV~

I had actually gotten up early, for the first time in my life, and had turned on the feed (somewhat secretively) while I toasted PopTarts. They were s'mores, my favorite, and I loved when they were warm and melty. Once they popped out and I'd put them on a paper-towel so I didn't have to use a plate, I flopped onto the couch to eat and check the feed.

While I was warming my PopTarts, the chocolate-haired woman had woken up and was now singing along to a song that I'd never heard before. I think it was a '90s song. She had an adorably raspy voice in the morning, and no matter how many times it cracked as she sang, it never discouraged her.

"Get up, sleepy-head! Don't waste the day!" She suddenly yelled, startling me. I realized she was talking to the blonde woman still curled up in bed. "I'm not wasting it," The blonde replied, voice muffled as she drew the covers over her head. "I am simply enjoying the fact that it's Saturday."

 I chuckled at that, and took another bite of my PopTart. Sounded like something Micheal would say if we didn't have work to do, actually. As I chewed, the brunette did a sort of dance over to the bed and ripped the covers off the other woman. I straight up laughed at that, almost choking on my PopTart. Someone thumped me on the back, and I looked up to see Ashton standing behind me.

"I guess you changed your mind about it, huh?" He grinned, but not in a mean way, nodding toward the laptop screen. "Yeah, I guess I did. There's PopTarts in the kitchen if you want some." "Awesome." He headed toward the kitchen, then stopped. "Something wrong?" I asked, concerned. "Nothing.. I was just thinking if any one of us knew what we were doing when we came up with this idea."

 I frowned as he kept walking. What an weird thing to say.

~Time Skip~

We were recording Castaway for the billionth time, and though I loved the song, I really needed a break. I was strangely tired, even though I'd gotten nearly 9 hours of sleep, and my voice was starting to hurt. I cleared my throat, and asked, "Hey, can we take a quick break? I want to get something from the vending machine." Ashton looked up, a crease in his forehead. Dave, one of the sound guys, nodded from behind the glass.

I gently set my guitar in its case and left the room before anyone else had even stood up. I went down the hall to the vending machine, and stood there, not sure what to get. Normally I would get Twinkies and peanuts, but today I felt like getting something different. I finally settled on a granola bar and these weird American candies called Skittles.

I wandered back to the recording studio, taking my time as I sampled the weird candies and rather crumbly granola bar. I was almost at the door when I realized how thirsty I was. Must've been the candies, I thought. I doubled back to the water fountain, and drank until I couldn't anymore.

When I looked up, I was face to face with a pretty redhead holding a clipboard. "Ar-Are you Luke Hemmings?" She asked breathlessly. She had a slight accent, German maybe. I wiped my mouth, confused. "Yeah, I am. Did you need something, Ms. ?" "Oh, it's Fischer. Ms. Fischer." She stuck out her hand, as if to shake mine. "Okay." I shook her hand, still unsure what was going on. I'd never seen her before.

She just sort of gazed at me, apparently lost in her own world. "You needed something?" I prompted, uncomfortable with her staring. "Oh yes." She started, then showed me the clipboard. "I'm your manager's new assistant. She sent me to check on how the recording was going." Well, at least she wasn't a stalker like I was beginning to fear. "It's going good. You wanna come watch?" I offered.

She gasped, flushed with happiness like a schoolgirl who'd just been asked to prom. "I'd love to to!" She cleared her throat and tried to look professional. "Yes, that would help. I can't simply tell her that you said everything was fine." She started walking, and I had to point out the correct way to the studio when she turned down the hallway opposite the studio.

When we got there, she nervously patted down her hair, clearly flustered. I opened the door and ushered her through. The guys were lounging on various beanbags in the common area adjacent to the recording booth, and I introduced Ms. Fischer as the assistant manager before they could do anything other than raise their eyebrows. "Yes, well, I'm supposed to sit in on your next session so I can see how you all are doing."

"Well, guys, you heard her." Ashton got up, setting down his water bottle. "Let's give Ms. Fischer a great show." He grinned at her, and I saw her blush. We all filed into the recording booth and got out our instruments, then Ashton gave a thumbs up to Dave to start recording. 

Every time he sang his lines, he could feel Ms. Fischer's gaze burning into his skin. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why it unnerved him so much.

~Fern's POV~

Saturday it may be, but that didn't mean I don't have some work to do, I thought as I spread out my sketch book and opened my giant package of shading pencils. Of course, when you love your job, it didn't feel like work. I grinned and popped in my 5sos CD, hearing the familiar strains of Kiss Me Kiss Me start. 

Laying on my stomach, I started a sketch for a skirt, kicking my feet in time to the song. It always made me feel good to listen to music, like I was lost in a different world. Suddenly I felt a little prickle on my neck, like someone was watching me, and I rubbed it to make it go away. I knew that Tillie was outside watering out plants and there was no one else here, so I was likely just imagining it. 

My instincts were usually right though, even in the face of irrefutable logic, so I pulled my long skirt tighter around my legs and pulled my gaping shirt up to cover my breasts more completely. The feeling started to go away, so I settled back into drawing, smiling lazily when Everything I Didn't Say started to play.

Tillie walked in a little while later, with a mud stain on her loose shorts. I raised my eyebrows and chuckled. "Lost a fight with the plants?" I asked. "Oh shush, Fern. You bought them, you should water them." She grumbled. "What's wrong?" I asked, getting up to sit on the bed next to her. "You wanna know how well my last date went?" 

"Oh no.." I murmured. "Didn't find one good enough yet?" I asked, trying to joke. "Is there something wrong with me, Fern? Is that why I can't find anybody?" She looked at me, tears shining in her blue-grey eyes. "Oh, absolutely not, Tillie." I guided her to the bed and wrapped my arms around her, squeezing tight. 

"You just haven't found one good enough for you yet. One day, you'll find one that can keep up with your crazy energy, and match your spirit. You've just had the misfortune of only being with guys that can't keep up." I reassured her, rubbing her arm. She laid her head on my shoulder, blinking away the tears. "You think so?" She sniffed. "I know so." I told her.

I got up, then walked to the closet. Closing the doors behind me, I picked out the pair of shorts she was always asking to borrow, and a few Hersheys kisses from my stash. I hid them behind my back as I emerged with a secret smile on my face. "I know just the thing to cheer you up, Tillie." "A decent boyfriend?" She asked, laughing wetly.

"Better." I winked and pulled the chocolate and shorts from behind my back. She squealed and grabbed them, then raced into the closet to change. "I still don't get why you have to change in the closet, Tillie." I rolled my eyes, still grinning at her reaction to the chocolate. She poked her head out and told me, "Not everyone is as confident in their body or willing to flaunt it, Fern." She winked and drew back into the closet when I rolled my eyes exasperatedly.

"I don't think it's 'flaunting' to be comfortable being naked, or nearly so. But whatever you say, Tillie!" I walked to the kitchen, stripping to my boxers and bralet as I went. I laughed quietly as I got out stuff for sandwiches. Tillie would be Tillie, but I would always be Fern.