Olivia's P.O.V.

I clicked my fingers slowly while staring at the logistics on the laptop screen in front of me. It was so damn complicated. Why did one band need so much pre warning if another was coming to say hi? It's not like they're going to arrive with fireworks and a red carpet.

"Argh!" My head fell forward and I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes.

"What's up?" A soft voice sounded from the sofa behind me.

I turned and smiled at my sister Elisabeth as she sat, curled around her book. "Nothing, just this band being difficult."

She smiled sadly at me. "Oh, poor Libby. Do you have to organise something for them?"

"No! I just have to say when we're meeting them, but it'll be in six months, I don't know why they have to have such a warning."

"Probably so they can do a runner." She said simply, smiling and going back to her book.

I propped my chin on my hand and stared into the middle distance. My thoughts drifted to Rose and Charlie. They looked so cute together, really happy and like the real thing. Of course I couldn't be sure I'd ever seen 'the real thing' in action but I was pretty sure that that was what it looked like. The way they sat together and laughed, the way he smiled all the time when she was there. The way she smiled and looked away when I asked her about him.

But then Stella came along and ruined the whole thing. Ok, I will admit this, she was good at what she did. It's just that what she did wasn't really worth doing. She was an underwear, makeup and swimsuit model for God's sake. And that gave her no right to come along and rip the shit out of my friends. Making Rose feel she wasn't good enough for Charlie. Bitch alert much.

"I think we need to push Rose and Charlie together more." I said, slightly to myself.

Elisabeth looked up. "Hmm?"

I spun around to face her, the laptop forgotten. "Stella made her feel horrible about herself, and she is coping but I can see that it hit a nerve. We're going to shove Rose and Charlie together again so that, for one thing, their love won't fester, and next, Stella will be furious."

Elisabeth frowned. "Right."

"I'm serious! We have to push them together or they'll have no chance of ever being happy!"

She smiled, her sister was playing matchmaker again. "You can't just push people together you silly."

"I can if it would help them!" I stood and started pacing, the plans already taking shape in my head. Elisabeth played her part of disbelieving reality sergeant.

"I don't doubt you can, but that doesn't make it a good thing! What if you mess things up?!"

I waved my hand impatiently. "I won't. I know exactly what I'm doing." I reached towards the phone, searching for Charlie's number in my head.

Elisabeth used her power to create a glass bowl out of thin air. This she upturned with telekinesis and placed over the phone, blocking my path. "Maybe you think you do. But don't do anything hasty. What's your plan?"

I spun around, delighted to have someone to plot with. "Well, you know Charlie is constantly saying that he needs someone honest to tell him if their new music is crappy…"

Elisabeth raised a sceptical eyebrow. "Mm hmm…"

I started waving my hands around to illustrate my point. "I could suggest to him that he invites Rose around while they're recording their new stuff. She's truthful enough to tell him what she likes and what she thinks needs changing."

Elisabeth stayed silent for a second. "Ok, that is actually a pretty non-crazy plan. A pleasant surprise there."

I was pacing again, too carried away to hear her last comment. "That way they'll have loads of time to get cosy right under Stella's nose!" I laughed manically and collapsed down next to her on the sofa. "It's perfect!"

She looked at me carefully. "Ok, is this about you wanting Rose to be happy or about pissing off Stella?"

I whirled to face her. "Both!" A second of thought and I felt kinda bad. "Ok, you're right; I do want to make Stella mad. But I want Rose to be happy too!"

I actually did, I loved Rose to bits and this seemed like the perfect plan. Rose could be with Charlie, making them both happy. And Stella would have to watch. It was just an added bonus.

Elisabeth sighed. "Libby, it's not going to help Rose if her boyfriend's sister doesn't like her. Have you even met this Stella?"

I started to sulk, like I always did when she was right. "No."

Always the sensible one, Elisabeth stayed calm. "Well, what did she say to Rose?"

I looked up, here was a time I was right. "I don't know exactly, but I know she made heavy accusations that she thought Rose wasn't good enough for Charlie."

Elisabeth's eyebrows shot up. "What?! Poor Rose!"

I sagged a bit, feeling horrible for Rose. She was one of my best friends and I knew that Elisabeth felt bad as well. She had had a crush on Rose for a while a few years ago, and even though that was over (Rose had to gently let her down by telling my sister that she was straight) they still liked each other as close friends.

"Yeah. And Rose really likes Charlie and he's mad about her. And you know that Rose is really self-conscious. She'll never go near him again if she feels inferior."

Elisabeth frowned. "Hmm, I'm not sure she'd avoid him. I don't know…"

I waved a hand. "You know what I mean. I just want them to talk it out. That way it'll be a clean break or a love flyaway." I kind of hoped they would be together regardless of what Stella thought. But if it was not to be, then it was not to be.

"You don't have to shove them together for that to happen!" Elisabeth looked slightly panicky now, like I was about to spontaneously combust.

"I know! But she wants this too!" I remembered a conversation we'd all had a while ago. "She told us she wanted to be a music critic. This is her chance!"

"What about their soulfinders?" Elisabeth brought out the magic card. "What happens then?"

I shrugged. "They haven't spoken in their minds, that I know. They could be soulfinders. Or they could never find theirs. Either way I want them to be happy and if they love each other then it won't matter whatever the outcome."

She sighed again. "Ok, just don't do anything crazy. I know you."

I jumped up and squealed. "Yay, thank you!"

She pulled the glass bowl away from the phone and I snatched it up to dial the number. "Now, you just sit and watch while my plans run."

Elisabeth groaned and fell back to the sofa.

I laughed before hearing a voice over the phone. "Hi Charlie! It's Liv here… I'm good, how are you?... Great, now I was thinking. You know how you always said you needed someone honest to critic you music?... Well, I was casting around in my mind, and I had an idea…."