(A/N: This is probably my most well-received fanfic ever. Thank you guys for that. :D

Kira Tsumi: Haha, that was my reaction too. XD And I actually did see a comment saying "Da fuq did I just watch?" when I watched the episode.

Alex: Yaah I made up a cute pairing name! :D (What does "Д" mean?) And yes, I think your using "Culkin" right... What level? Please, I hope it's not Rory... (XD)

paulibuscus: They were obviously freaked out and slightly scared. That's all I can picture, and I'm the writer. XD -.- Thanks, and I will!

Updated::I finally figured out how to beat the system of separating the story parts. -.-")


LATER

It had been a weird day. Thankfully, it was almost over, and I was going to leave the building, but Indie cornered me in the staff room when I was grabbing the container I had put in my lunch in from the refrigerator.

"Are you going to the rave?" he asked. I jumped and spun around. He had been right behind me for who knows how long.

"Uh... I don't know," I told him. He was a little too close.

Scene suddenly walked in. She stopped in her tracks, looked at Indie and then at me, and ran out the door.

"Shit," I murmured. I moved away from Indie and ran after Scene.

"Scene!" I shouted. The only other person who was still in the office was Intern 2, I think. I asked him where Scene had gone, and he said the bathroom. I ran in there and found Scene sobbing.

I walked over to her, not sure of what to say.

"Whhhhyyyyyy?" she wailed. I put my hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off and turned away from me.

"Scene, it wasn't what you think!" I tried to tell her.

Through her veil of tears, she cried, "That's what Intern 2 said when I asked him if he and Metal were together!"

'...What.

...WHAT.

...WHAT? Scene, I know you're smarter than that, girl...' I thought, mentally facepalming.

"Scene. Intern 2 and Metal aren't and CAN'T be together," I said. She looked at me and frowned.

"Huh?"

"Metal is MARRIED to a WOMAN. That's why he has Rayna."

Scene stared at me for a minute before quietly saying, "Oh... But still! You and Indie are together!"

I shook my head and she frowned even more at me. "Scene, I don't like-like Indie. I don't want a relationship with anyone at this office, and I know you like Indie. I couldn't do that to you, girl!"

Scene had stopped crying. "Really?"

I nodded, and she squealed. Then she realized something, and her shoulders drooped.

"But why does Indie want to ask you out?" she asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know," I told her. She looked at the floor.

"Hey, Scene? Maybe I could, y'know... Help you get with Indie," I told her. Her head jerked up and she grinned.

"REALLY? THANK YOU, THANK YOU!" She squealed again and hugged me.

I laughed and told her that in the morning we'd work out a plan.

Codename: Operation Scindie, a.k.a Get Indie and Scene together. Or to at least go out on a date. Whichever is easier.

XxXxXxXxXxXx

The second I got home, my little sister, Charlene, was sitting on the couch with the cordless phone in her hand.

"Some guy called for you," she told me. I sighed and took the phone from her.

She handed me a slip of paper with the number on it. I read the phone number and facepalmed. It was the number for MyMusic. I dialed it and it rang a few times, until finally someone picked up.

"Hello?" It was Metal.

"Oh, hey, man... Did you call my house?" I asked.

"No. That was Indie. Hold on a second." He put me on hold and I waited for a minute.

"Throwback?" Indie was now on the phone.

"Why did you call my home phone number?"

"Well, I was hoping you'd come to the rave..."

"I'm not. Sorry, Indie. I'm not interested."

"...Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"...Ok. Fine." And he hung up. I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone.

"Who's he?" Charlene asked as I walked back into the living room of my apartment.

"My boss. He asked me out." At this, Charlene started laughing.

I glared at her. "Shut up, Charlie."

She laughed a bit more and then looked at me. "Why would he ask you out?"

I glared at her more. "You tell me."

She sighed and rolled her eyes, sitting up in her chair. "Ok, ok. I get it. What's this guy like?"

"Hipster."

She smirked. "That's why."

I frowned. "Huh?"

She shook her head at me. "You don't get it, do you? You dress like a hipster, therefore you are giving him the wrong impression. You even like some weird hipster-Indie artists! Woody Guthrie? Bob Dylan? C'mon, sis, think about it."

I thought. She was probably right.

Charlene was 16 and had had more boyfriends than I had ever and will ever have, so naturally, instead of her asking me for guy advice, I was asking her for guy advice.

She stood up and told me that we needed to get me my own clothing style. She ran into my room and pretty much carried my entire closet out into the living room.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"They call you Throwback at work, right? Well then you should dress like a hippie or something!" She threw some bellbottom-styled jeans at me. 'Where the hell have I kept those?' I thought.

"Good, they look comfortable fitting. Hipsters don't where those kind of pants. Ok... Oh! You love this shirt, right? Anyone at your work wear band tees?" she asked, holding up a blue "Let It Be" shirt that I hadn't seen in a while.

"Um, Metal does..." I said, taking the shirt and looking at it.

She stared at me. "There's a guy named Metal working with you?"

I facepalmed. "That's his nickname, you dork."

"No, I figured that out, but his name is Metal? He likes Metal music?" She started jumping around a bit. I looked at her.

"Yeah, and...?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I HAVE to go to work with you." She walked around me and went into her room, coming out holding up a Van Halen t-shirt.

I stared at her and shook my head. "You are NOT coming to work with me!"

She looked at me with pleading eyes. "Please? Just let me stay long enough to meet this Metal guy, and I'll leave!"

I shook my head. "No. Way. He's married and he's 27, Charlie."

She thought for a minute. "I don't mean like that... C'mon, sis. You don't listen to as much hard rock and metal as I do. Please?"

I sighed. "I don't know. MyMusic isn't a place for a 16-year old..."

"They hired you!" she cried. I clenched my fists.

"I'm 23, though. Not 16." We glared at each other for a minute.

Then she turned on the full-blown puppy-dog eyes look. "C'mon, sis. Please? I won't drum for an entire week! I'll do the laundry and not complain!"

I eyed her carefully. "Why do you wanna meet Metal so bad, anyways?"

"I don't know anyone who listens to metal like I do. Besides, I'm curious to see this hipster guy who was trying to ask you out. Anyone who asks you out must be insane!" She laughed.

I gave in. "Fine. Just this once, and that's it! And don't you dare cause trouble!"

She squealed and tackle-hugged me. For a metalhead, she is really, really girly sometimes.

I pushed her off and stood up, helping her up as well.

"Ok, now we have to get this crap back into the closet." We looked at each other. She was about to complain, but I stopped her.

"You wanna go see where I work?"

She sighed and grabbed some clothes and took them back to my room.

XxXxXxXxXxXx

I got to the office early, so that I could show Charlene around without having anyone stare at my blue-haired sister. She had insisted on dyeing her hair the minute mom and dad had her move in with me because they were going to work in India for a year. Mom wouldn't let either of us dye our hair, but I was a little looser on rules like that, so I let Charlie dye her hair whatever color she wanted. She had opted for a dark blue, almost navy-blue, because she loved the color for some reason.

Indie was already there, because the door to the office was unlocked and his fixed gear was parked outside. When he needed to polish it, he'd park it inside. He polished it the day before, so he parked t outside today.

I took Charlie to the staff room so I could put away my lunch. Scene was in there, putting her bento box (why did she have a bento box...?) in the fridge. She turned and looked at me and Charlie and grinned.

"Hi Throwback! Who's she?" Scene glanced at my sister and her Van Halen t-shirt and then back at me.

"I'm Charlene. Her sister," Charlie introduced herself. Scene grinned wider.

"Hi hi HELLO! Welcome to MyMusic! I'm Scene!" she exclaimed, grabbing Charlie's hand and shaking it. Charlie looked kind of stunned.

"Scene... That makes a whole lot more sense. Emo girls just aren't that energetic!" Charlie stated. Scene stared at her.

"I'm not EMO!" she cried.

Charlie rolled her eyes. "I know that..."

Scene looked at me. "So, are we gonna work on Operation Scindie now?"

I blinked. I'd almost forgotten about that. "Uh, yeah, sure... Charlie, why don't you go wander aimlessly..."

Charlie shrugged. "Fine by me." She walked out of the staff room.

I clapped my hands together. "Ok. I think I have an idea."