I don't own Camp Rock or Blake Shelton's "Who are you when I'm not looking.

If you haven't read "Novelty", " Never Have I Ever", "Rose Garden", "Painting Wild Flowers", "Sharing", "Winning Roses", "In Sickness", "All in the Timing", "Seconds", "The Campers Catalog", "Her letter", or "Barefoot CinderElla", I would appreciate it if you did.

For Logan and Anna

My oh my, you're so good-looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I've not tasted all your cooking
Who are you when I'm not looking?

"I wonder what they're like," Jason hummed thoughtfully as he strummed his guitar. His brothers glanced at him for an explanation. "The girls, when we're not there."
Nate ran a hand through his hair as he tossed his phone away from him. "Sometimes, I'd like to think that Ella walks around with make-up on. Just so she doesn't have to get up thirty minutes earlier." He chuckled softly to himself while his older brothers just rolled their eyes.

"Whatever, I bet Mitchie is just as put together as always. She's like bookends. Everything is held together from start to finish."

"I think Caitlyn burns toast." Jason shrugged, writing down a few chords. "I can't prove it, but she always uses a lot bread when I'm gone and you'd think she'd gain weight if she was eating five pieces of bread a day. For real."

"That... is a lot of bread." Shane quirked an eyebrow, trying to beat Mitchie's high score on his Temple Run game.

"Says the man who will eat two bagels for breakfast everyday. At least her's is only when Jason is gone." Nate laughed, while glancing at the clock again.

"Dude, Paris is six hours ahead of us. It's gonna be hard to catch her at a good time." Jason let out a sigh of understanding, a pout firmly implanted on his brow.

"No time is a good time during a tour." Shane mumbled, switching to Fruit Ninja, only to find that Mitchie had defeated his last scores on that game too.

"Really Mitchie, really? Gotta remind me that you're not here, don't ya?" He grumbled, tucking further into the couch and settling in for a long sit.

"We've got it bad, don't we?" Nate sighed, looking out the window.

"The flu? No, we're doing pretty good. The love sickness? Duh."