Sorry if this is late, I had been busy for the past while.

Well, Enjoy!

(Bree's Point of View)

Bree had picked up Marylyn after her sleepover, so that they could hang out like they always would after Marylyn's sleepover. Bree had been thinking about what Della had said to her a while back. 'you should just tell her. I know for a fact that she likes you, and I am not one of those overly overprotective family members.' Bree had told Marylyn when they were watching a movie. Marylyn had been a bit surprised, but said that she liked the Swiss girl back. She found it hilarious when Charlotte had gotten home and teased Marylyn about having her over. Marylyn had saw the huge grin on Bree's face and pouted, then the two had kept talking. Bree had left around ten that night and was greeted by a busy household. Her housemates were bustling through the house and Bree was a little confused. She had ignored them and went to bed instead, waking up to a quiet house in the morning.

Now, Bree was mopping a floor of the café. Charlotte had ordered them to get to cleaning, and that they would open the next day. Bree was sure that this could have been done the next day before they opened, but Charlotte told them that she wanted to get everything done before they opened again. Bree sighed and leaned against the mop, already almost done with her task. Sighing once again, she finished mopping the floor, and gave the mop to Rosellina, so she could clean the kitchen. "Bree! Can you take inventory for me?"

"Yep." Bree went into the store room and grabbed the clipboard that was hanging on the wall. She looked over the last recorded inventory check, which was around a week ago. The check only took her around half an hour, and by the end of it, she was frowning. She then went to the computer in Charlotte's office, to look at the recent delivery logs. Bree's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, they hadn't gotten the delivery that should have arrived last Wednesday. Bree typed a quick e-mail to the market, asking them about the shipment that was supposed to arrive, and turned off the computer. She left the office and slowly approached Charlotte, who was watching over the cleaning in the kitchen. "Charlotte. The inventory has dropped. We never received the Wednesday delivery and I e-mailed the market, but i think you should look more into it."

"Oh, alright, I guess I will. By the way, have you ordered that stove for us yet?" Charlotte looked at the other green-eyed girl. Bree hummed in contemplation, then nodded. "Yes, I did. A couple days ago, so, it shouldn't be here until sometime later this week."

"Good. Now, I need you to go grab Vivian and help me clean my office." Charlotte smiled nervously and rubbed the back of her neck, "It's kind of a mess."

"I know, I was just in there." Bree nodded her head and turned to find the dark-haired Austrian woman.

Bree found Vivian, mopping the stage. Bree stood watching Vivian dancing around the stage with the mop in tow. Vivian stopped when she noticed Bree watching her. The two females had a slight bit of rocky history with each other. Even through all the memory loss, they still felt off around each other and figured that they weren't very good friends in the past. The two tried to be friends though, and Bree liked to go to the other's apartment, due to the classical music that she usually had playing softly. Bree wasn't as bad as Kyla, who would randomly show up to Vivian's apartment completely unexpected, resulting in the Austrian calling Bree's house phone and ranting about it to whomever picked up the phone. "Charlotte wants us to help her clean her office."

"Why do we always have to clean her office, I mean I get that you are the most organized one in the room and that I am one of the like three neat freaks that there are in this town, but I mean, why can't she clean it herself?" Bree shrugged and the two walked past the stage and behind the front counter, heading for the office. Bree opened the door and entered the room, Vivian following behind her. Bree looked around, trying to calculate what they should clean first. Her eyes narrowed down on the tall shelf that sat in the corner, if that was organized and cleaned first then they would have an easier time cleaning everything else. "How about we start with Charlotte's shelf."

"She isn't even here." Vivian's voice had a pouting tone to it, and Bree groaned, getting annoyed with Vivian's attitude. Bree walked towards the shelf, and started to pull the papers off of it. She let them fall to the ground, going to organize them afterwards. Bree looked back at Vivian, who was standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a frown set upon her face. Bree was now sure that it was Vivian's attitude that was the cause of their slight dislike of each other. She rolled her eyes and got back to work, clearing the shelf and then sitting by the pile of paper. At least those had some form of organization to them. Each of the papers had page numbers and a title on every single page.

After a few minutes, Vivian huffed and decided to start helping Bree, picking up papers and sorting through them. The girls soon finished with the shelf, putting the papers in the files in the filing cabinet, that was sitting in the corner. There were no papers on top of the cabinet, but when Bree opened it a piece of paper fluttered out. She put the files away in the empty cabinet and picked up the piece of paper. When she held the paper, she realized that it wasn't a piece of paper, but a photograph. She looked at the photo confused. The photo was of a pair of girls sitting together in a garden. The photo was old and the clothing was from the Victorian era, and the photo's colours were faded. "Hey, what are you doing? Come and help me with this, I'm not going to do it all by myself you know."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming, I'm coming." Bre sighed and mumbled to herself in German, and walked back to the desk that was in the center of the room.

Charlotte soon joined them and was glad to see how much they had finished. She helped them finish the room in no time and then they got to have a break. Bree deiced that she would have a hot chocolate with her break, and sat in one of the corner booths. She pulled out the photo, having not gotten the chance to give it to Charlotte. She looked it over, trying to figure out who the girls in the photo were. One had blonde hair and the other had what looked like pink hair. The blond girl wore a white dress with green accents and the other girl wore a pastel pink dress with pastel blue and pastel purple accents. They were having tea, and looked to be in a full conversation with each other, not even noticing that they had a photo taken of them. "What's that?"

Bree jumped a little, not noticing when Marylyn came up beside her. She looked at the violet-eyed girl, then looked back at the photo. "Nothing important, just something I found."

"Ok, if you say so." Marylyn sat beside Bree, taking the Swiss girl's drink and taking a sip of it. Bree sighed and leaned into Marylyn, her face turning a soft shade of pink. Marylyn smiled and played with the ends of Bree's hair. The two females sat in silence for the rest of their break, both enjoying the quietness, even though Marylyn rather liked the busy noises of the café, and people talking. The two went their separate ways and got to fixing up any surface that looked off. Charlotte had the walls painted again, but only so that it looked like there were vines curling up the wall, and around the original white stripes that had been on the wall before. When the paint was dry, Bree was told to help her put up the framed paintings that they had found. Bree decided to not question Charlotte on why she had kept them out, but she did give her a confused look.

It was around two o'clock that everything was finished. Tables had been moved and everything looked a little different, but it had a lighter feel to it. Bree was the second last to leave, having stared at the picture that looked like her for a while. Charlotte had pulled her out of her thought process and steered her out of the café. "Have a nice evening."

Bree had just got on her motorcycle when Charlotte came up to her again, making Della, Marylyn and Pierre wait in their van. "OH, by the way, I don't care if you date my little sister, just remember that if you break her heart, you have three people who will make you regret it."

"Of course, Ma'am. There is no need to worry, I would rather not live than break the sweet maple's heart." Bree looked up at Charlotte with steely, determined eyes, and Charlotte smiled, then frowned. "Sweet maple?"

"She is sweet and has a taste for maple flavouring, so she is sweet maple." Bree smiled a little her face tinging red. Charlotte laughed a little and turned away, heading back to her van. "Alright, if you say so."

Charlotte left in her van and Bree let her blush settle before staring her motorcycle and riding away.

(Aisa's Point of View)

Aisa sat cross legged on the floor of the red-carpeted room, eating popcorn and waiting for the other two girls to finish with their work. She had a small stack of notebooks sitting beside her and a can of soda on the nightstand on her other side. She leaned back against the bed, which had a black blanket on it and around eight or so pillows. The bedroom had dark purple walls and a trio of colourful beanbags in one corner, along with a television and a bunch of gaming consoles and a mini fridge full of cans of soda-pop. Aisa leaned her head against the edge of the bed, closing her eyes and sighing. Her head shot up when she heard footsteps climb up the stairs. The bedroom door opened and Lavender stepped in, her steely grey-blue eyes looking around the room. Her eyes finally settled on Aisa, who had stood with the books, popcorn and her drink. She walked to the beanbag corner and Lavender followed, closing the door behind herself. The two sat in silence, waiting for the last one of their trio to arrive. Lavender ate some popcorn and got herself a drink, flopping down on the purple-blue beanbag. Aisa was sitting on the blood-red beanbag, leaving only a dark purply-red beanbag and a purple pillow. The door opened again and this time Em stepped through the door, she closed the door behind herself and sat on the last beanbag, and hugged the pillow to her chest. The three were silent, until Lavender spoke, "Well, we need a plan."

"Yeah, we do, but I want to talk about something else first, okay?" Em curled forward, looking very scared and a little upset. The other two nodded, a signal for go ahead. "Well, you know I don't feel very good doing these jobs, and I know we can't just stop obeying what Mayor says, but I mean, why can't we have more leniency on what we do?"

"Good question, but I do agree with you, lying to our friends. It makes me feel sick when I think about it. I mean I don't want to lose whatever friendship I have with Isla, and even those other few that I sometimes talk to that I don't actually, know their names." Lavender hugged her chest, a sad look on her face. Aisa nodded her head, looking very guilty for some reason. "Yeah, I don't want to lose the friendship that Isla and I have built, I fear her hating me, for the fact that I may be crushing on her."

"You have a crush on an immortal being? That's like me having a crush on Em!"

"Is that bad? Am I really that bad of a person to have a crush on? I am so done here." Em turned away from the other two with a fake pout on her face. "You know what I meant. It would just be weird."

"Whatever. We should get to planning." Em turned back around and the three girls started to talk about what they would do next.

(Isla's Point of View)

Isla laid on her couch, with her face buried in the armrest. Emil sat at the opposite end of the couch, scrolling through his phone. The two stayed in silence, Isla occasionally poking Emil with her foot. Emil had ignored the poking, but when it had gotten to the annoying point, he pushed her foot away. Isla groaned and sat up. "I'm bored."

"Well, good for you." Emil mumbled, and Isla huffed. She pulled out her phone, looking at it for a second, before putting it away and getting off the couch. She came back with a pen and her journal. Emil looked up at her for a moment, before going back to his phone. The two stayed in silence, Emil looking through social media and Isla writing in her journal.

So, just a small question, but does anyone actually read the author's notes? I was just wondering, but no one has to answer if they don't want to.

Okay, so Lavender, Aisa, and Em are not bad guys, but they are being controlled by the actual bad guy, if you know what I mean. They don't want to bring harm to their friends, or get them upset. The three of them are also good friends and um, they actually live in the same house, even though they are not related. This story has a lot of things that need to be explained better and they eventually will be. Most of the things in this story are made up, including the town and everything that happens in it. I figured that I would say that now, so no one gets confused and yeah...

Anyways, I hope that everyone has a wonderful day or night, and all that.

Thanks for reading~!