AN: Today I spent an hour sitting under the shade of a tree and staring at the sky because I didn't wanna do my math homework. Procrastination at its peak.

Emily POV
Ha. What has my life become. I always use to hate celebrities who complained about their lives. The ones who would start fights for seemingly no reason or do drugs for attention or act as if their problems were so much bigger than everyone else's. I never wanted to be famous. When I was a kid, the thought of becoming a huge actress or a singer hadn't even seemed like a possibility. The closest I even hoped to get to fame was being an Olympian but even that seemed so out of reach. But here I am. Emily Fields, lead singer of Global Rebellion. The girl who had ran into bear infested woods because her feelings got hurt. The girl who practically lived in her bed, constantly consumed by her thoughts and emotions. I think I think too much. About everything. About who I am. About who I'm trying to be. About who I'm trying not to be. About what others think of me. Everything. I even waste too much time thinking too much about how I think too much. This is not the life I dreamt of and the only way I'm going to get even a fraction of that dream life back is if I get her. I am not this Emily. I'm done with the moping. Whether I like or not I have to finish this tour so I can either sob my way through it or I can enjoy travelling around the world and playing America's biggest stadiums. I'm living the teenage dream and I think it's about time I start acting like it.

My thoughts are interrupted by a vibrating sensation coming from my pillow case. I stick my hand in it and pulled out my cellphone. I almost never use it anymore. Only a handful of people have my number but the only people I really need to talk to are always just a short walk across a bus away but Toby always keeps it charged for me just in case the rare occasion occurred that someone actually wanted to get in touch. I guess that moment is now.

I slide the answer icon across the screen and bring the device to my ear.

"Hello?"

Caleb POV
I awake in the morning to the smell of fresh bacon & pancakes and a sizzling sound coming from outside my bunker. I immediately sit up confused by the strangely familiar sound, momentary forgetting I'm in a small rectangular cubicle and banging my head against the roof of my bunker. A loud grunt escapes my lips as I tiredly crawl out of bed, wearing only my boxers and making way towards the appealing sound. My trek is cut short as I bang into my bandmates who seem to be in a trance as they stand awkwardly in the middle of the corridor, looking straight ahead. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and blink a few times, adjusting to the bright sunlight and behold the image before me. It's Emily, in the kitchen, COOKING. I didn't even know the stove on the bus even worked, always thought it was more of a decorative thing. We all stand dumbfounded at the sight, unable to compose words. We live off of fast food restaurants and microwaveable meals. The only non-microwaveable thing we had in the freezer were toaster waffles. The closest thing we've had to a home cooked meal in the last year are ramen noodles, not even the one you make on a stove, the one in the Styrofoam cups that you just add hot water to. We never cook. We never have food to cook. We never even had pots and pans so where did this come from.

"So you guys gonna stare at me all day or you gonna get out some plates & forks" Emily's voice startles all of us as she speaks without even turning around. We make our way to the table as Samara grabs some plates and forks from the cabinets. Emily brings several plates with assorted foods on them and sets them in the middle of the table as she takes her rightful seat at the dining table.

We all just stare for moment at the buffet before us. Eventually all our plates are full and we are devouring the beautiful meal.

"So, not that I'm complaining or anything but why the sudden cooking fever?" I finally ask the question on everyone's mind.

"Just woke up early and felt like it" Emily shrugs and we all stare in disbelief.

"Where'd you get all this food anyways?"

"Earlier I asked the driver to stop at a Costco" she again shrugs. "Enough with the 20 questions, so since I cooked, you guys can clean" she retorts, shoving her last piece of bacon in her mouth and making her way to the television. "Oh yea, and Ezra said we'll be at our next stop in like an hour" she informs us before hopping on the couch, grabbing the PS4 controller.

We all exchange confused looks momentarily before clearing the table and taking care of the dishes.

ExM

"50 to 4 seriously are you guys even trying"

For the past half hour Toby and I have been getting our ass's kicked by Emily in COD. We're just perplexed as to where the real Emily is and who created the clone that sits before me.

The round comes to an end and Emily begins to rejoice, celebrating her 4th win in a row.

"You guys suck, call me when you can actually consider yourselves as competition" she insults, making her way towards the back of the bus.

All eyes follow her with raised eyebrows as she strides.

Finally when she's out of earshot Samara is the 1st to speak.

"Okay, who drugged her last night"

No one replies, we all sit quietly, attempting to find a logical explanation for her attitude change.

Emily POV
I lie in bed, phone in hand, thumb hovering over the call button as I stare at Maya's photo icon staring back at me. After my long, unexpected conversation with Hanna last night, I've found new confidence in myself. I haven't talked to her in a year yet she still has the ability to read me like a book. She helped me remember who I was and what I wanted in life.

*Flashback*

"Hello?"

"Holy shit you actually picked up, please don't hang up... You still there?"

"I'm here"

"OH MY GOSH, HOW ARE YOU!?" Hanna yells into the device, as I pull the device away from my ear and smile a little as I picture her facial expression.

"Nobody has heard from you in over a year Em, are you ok? How's the band? Are you happy?"

"Wow Han, one question at I time"

"Sorry" she apologies
"So how's life, you sound kind of down?"

"Just... thinking"

"Yikes, that's never a good sign. Well tell Dr. Hanny all about it, I'm all ears"

I smile, knowing that even though I shut her out for an entire year, Hanna's still cares about me and my problems.

I fill her in on everything Maya related, giving her time to process that the girl was alive and only receiving quiet polite hmms and oh's as I speak. After the explanation she speaks.

"Well you've had quite an eventful week. Through all your wallowing and thinking did you ever think of calling her and asking her why she couldn't come with you?"

"Of course I have but as stupid as it sounds, what if I don't like the answer?"

"Em, seriously, she risked a lot just to reunite with you, her aunt and uncle love you and she coincidently had front row tickets to your concert. You really need to stop thinking of all the negative possibilities as to why she said no and look at the logical ones. If Maya still loves you now as much as she did when 'alive' than you have nothing to worry about. And seriously, the next time you need relationship advice, Samara should be the last girl you should go to, that girl is just as obsessed with you as Paige but at least she lacks the crazy psycho murderous bitch aspect".

"Thanks Han, I really needed that."

"Anytime bestie" she says and I can hear her smile through the phone "And one other thing, happy looks good on you, and I know I speak for everyone in your band when I say living with a moppy person can be a downer. So please, if not for me, for yourself, can you try to bring back the Em we all know and love"

"For you, I can at least try" I say truthfully
"Now enough about my problems, how has the fashion industry been treating you"

*End of Flashback*

I finally find the strength to break the non-existent string pulling my finger away from the screen and press call button. After one ring I feel the bus come to a hasty halt.

"Alright we're here, start unloading the bus, sound check in 5" I here Ezra yell as he exits the bus.

I huff, hang up the still ringing phone and make my way into the stadium, ready to put on a fake smile but secretly wanting it to be over so I can get back to my phone.

AN: Next chapter is the phone call and most likely Maya's secret comes out.