And here we are at another chapter! I like writing this(: It's fun. There's a lot more what happened before in this chapter. Being said, let's jump right into it, yes?

Note: I don't own Emblem 3...yet!

CHAPTER 4: Busy Times

Wesley didn't have too wait long for another appearance by Jason and two different men, also covered. He heard the door upstairs open and the steps slowly come down. He was glad that they didn't feel the need for the bright lights. Wes sighed and turned his head to watch them as best as he could. They had had another burlap sack, this time a bit bigger. Wes heard his stomach give a slight rumble.

"Field trip," Jason smiled, moving in front of Wes, legs apart and arms crossed. As he said it the other men, went around and cut the ropes around his wrists. His earlier attempts must have really messed up his wrists because some of the ropes stucks to them from the dry blood. Wes hissed at the stinging as the stuck parts were ripped off. He looked up at Jason. "Come on, on your feet."

Slowly, Wes rose to his feet. He tried to avoid using the pole, not wanting to look weak. It took him a few seconds longer but he made it. He turned and looked at Jason. "Now what?" he asked, voice rasp.

"Follow me," Jason ordered, going up the steps. Wes looked suspiciously behind him, at the masked men, before doing as told. He was very confused. At the top of the steps, Jason bent down to unlock the door, which automatically locked when closed. Suddenly, the burlap sack was thrown over his head and his hands were cuffed, not tied, behind his back. Wes struggled against them as they tried to push him forward. "Stop fighting!" He heard Jason's voice shout.

"I'll fight for my fucking life!" Wes yelled back in panic, still struggling.

"Good, but relax, we ain't killing you...yet!" Jason yelled back.

"Wait...good?" Wes asked, freezing of momentary confusion. He then jumped right back into pushing away any physical body that came near him.

"Dammit! Why must you make things difficult!" Jason yelled, exasperated. Then, everything went black to Wes.

"Wonder how they knew our sizes," Keaton yelled over his wall.

"Probably mom," Wes yelled back.

"Yeah, most likely," Drew added. "Done!"

"Same!" The other boys said, stepping out.

They each scanned each others outfit. Drew had on only loose black swimming trunks with a white trim and a shark tooth necklace. Keaton had on simple cacky shorts and a blue and green striped polo with black converse. Wesley's outfit looked like something right out of his closet. He had on white sorta-skinny jeans, a loose orange shirt that said "Go Play!" in graffitti, and orange and white osiris'. They even provided him with a orange and white "NICK!" snapback.

"You look like Nickelodeon threw up on you," Drew teased.

"Surprise, Surprise! Drew's not wearing a shirt!" Wes teased back, following Keaton towards the director. They each got a small script from their mom, each of their parts already highlighted for them.

"Oh, your a surfer, he's a skater, and I'm...a 'Frisbee player'," Keaton said, surprised.

"What do you mean?" Wes asked looking over his shoulder. There in scene 2 it said 'KEATON STROMBERG :[In park, Throwing Frisbee]:' Drew and Wes burst out laughing. "What do you expect man, you're lazy!"

"Psshh, I still have more lines," Keaton smiled again, recounting the lines to make sure.

"Whatever," Wes laughed back as the director came up.

The commercial went well. As Keaton pointed out, they each went to their mandatory spots. Keaton was filmed playing Frisbee in a park with a few other kids and dogs. Wesley was at a skatepark and asked to do about 5 different tricks several times. Drew was filmed swimming out to a big wave and riding it. His probably took longest because of the multiple shots and having to wait for good, similar waves. They then had to meet at some cafe and talk about how active they got. Finally they turned to the camera and said "Tell us what YOU did at ." Still, it took all day and the boys would have to return the next to film the other.

"Well done, well done, sorry it took so long guys," the director said, with a smile, walking them to their car.

"Ah, no big deal," Laraine smiled back at him.

"So, you like your first commercial? This is more extravagant then what a regular commercial should be but still, fun?" He asked the boys.

"Totally! Thanks for choosing us," Drew smiled, shaking his hand before getting in the car.

"Yeah, thanks!" The other two smiled and followed suit. The director stood there, slightly waving, until the car drove out of sight.

"You guys are probably gonna hate me..." Laraine started, looking back at them.

"Um...why?" Keaton asked gently.

"I told one radio show that if we finished by 7, we'd go around there for a 7:30 interview along with a short 15 minute or so performance. I honestly thought it'd take longer being our first and all and so we didn't have to just downright decline, I said sure if we had the time. Its 6:47 now but you know, it up to you guys, I could just cancel, say you were tired or something."

"Oh, that's it? Fine by me," Keaton smiled, looking to Wes and Drew.

"Yeah, same here but you think we could pick up some food or something first? I'm starving!" Wes replied back.

"We get the food, I'm down!" Drew agreed.

Laraine laughed, breathing a sigh of relief, and instructed the driver to stop by a Dunkin' Doughnuts before the radio station. There they each got their desired snack and Keaton even managed an iced coffee. Once fed, they were each just as excited as before.

They were met outside the station by a short girl with brown hair and a pixie cut. "Right this way, gentlemen." She said in a high, soft voice as they walked up to her.

"Thanks for coming guys, I'm sure your tired so we'll try and get you in and out quickly," another man said, shaking each of their hands rapidly and moving them into the mic room where yet another two men sat waiting.

One looked big in muscle and wore a baseball cap. He was spanish and adorned in a loose red shirt, black jacket, and jeans. The other, a white man, was dressed pretty similar. "I'm Tyler, Ty, for short, and this here is Eddie." The white one introduced as Eddie set up their mics and headphones.

"Drew...Wes-" Drew started introducing them but was stopped.

"We know you, man!" Ty laughed.

"Don't you know, you're kinda a big deal?" Eddie laughed back. "Anyway, we're actually doing a contest to see who can guess who is in the booth, if someone get's it, we want you three to yell 'THAT"S CORRECT' and the caller's name into your mics, cool?" The boys nodded.

"Sit down, gentlemen, song's about to end," Ty instucted, still laughing.

"And we're back here at 98.6, with our surprise guests!" Eddie chatted fast into the mic. "We've been counting down all, day giving you all hints, and now the time has come! So if you think you know, call in your guests! We'll take three!" The boys smiled as they slightly heard the sounds of many phones ringing in the next room. A button on the one in front of Ty began to blink.

"Okay, first caller, what is your name?" Ty said loudly, pressing the button.

"Oh my God! Um, Kelly!" the teen squealed on the other line.

"And your guess there, Kelly?" Eddie asked.

"Let's see, I didn't catch every hint. Just they were a group of boys, popular and rising, and really chill?"

"That's correct," Ty replied as the boys covered their mouths to not laugh.

"Uh...I can't think now!...One Direction?!" she said nervously.

"One Direction?! Kelly, come on, they're the hottest boyband! How would they be rising?! Good guess, though. This group did meet them and sang one of their songs on a popular tv show," Ty laughed back.

"Next caller...name?" Eddie asked, pressing one of the many blinking buttons now.

"Luke," the caller replied.

"Okay, Luke, and your guess?" Eddie asked back.

"Really didn't think I would get through...uh...The Wanted?"

"Ooh, nice guess there Luke but nope," Ty replied back. "Okay...last caller, name?"

"Phoebe," she said quickly, excited.

"Okay, it all comes down to you, who are our special guests?!" Eddie said.

"No pressure!" Ty chimed in.

"OMG. It's Emblem 3, right?! Please say right!" She yelled back as the boys silently jumped up.

"That is correct, Phoebe!" The boys all yelled, happily,

"No! Oh, I'm gonna faint! Really?!" She shrieked into the phone.

"Don't faint just yet, the winner of the contest originally got to ask each of the boys a question, but if you can state 5 of the 10 hints given today, you'll get that, a song choice, and something so cool I can't tell you unless you win!" Eddie said, fast again.

"Okay, um, I got this. You said they're boys, sing but not a boyband, were on XFactor though you didn't clarify what one, um...one really likes cats, and they surf!"

"Correct! You are going to their next concert closest to you! Congrats, Phoebe!" Ty yelled into the mic.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Phoebe screamed. "Oh my, thank-you so much!"

"Okay, you have questions ready?" Eddie asked after giving her a few to breathe.

"Whew, yeah, I am," she said, sounding a lot calmer. "First for Keatie Cat...er I mean, Keaton...You and Acacia? Yes or no?"

"Nah, me and her are just friends right now," Keaton responded, blushing slightly. "Also, real quick while were on that topic," he looked up, asking if he could continue to which Ty and Eddie nodded, "can we please not hate so much on Twitter? We all have the right to our own opinions but hating other Emblems over something I did just isn't cool. I'm sorry if I got any of you angry, seriously."

"Awe! Keaton! You don't need to apologize!" Phoebe said. "Okay, I guess next question?"

"Yup."

"Okay, Wes, why are you such an Instawhore?!" she laughed, making the whole room erupt as well.

"Ah, I'm just too sexy!" Wesley laughed back into the mic. "Nah, but I just love to share what I'm doing all the time with you all. Picture says a thousand words, which you can not type in such a low limit!"

"True, true, on both statements," she responded. "Okay, finally, Drew, other then peace and harmony, what is one thing you would give to the entire world?"

"Mmm, man, you take away my peace and harmony, would that include like inspiration too?" Drew laughed back.

"Uh, something physical, an actual thing, you know?" she clarified.

"Ah, gotchu, that's easy. Burritos galore! I'd be like Oprah though. You get a burrito, you get a burrito, EVERYONE HERE GETS BBBUUURRRRIIITTTOOOOOSSSS! It'd be a pretty good time," Drew answered, making everyone in the room and Phoebe crack up again.

"Okay, now Phoebe, you get to pick which song they'll perform here LIVE!" Eddie said back once the room calmed down. Laraine as well as two helpers quietly brought in their very own guitars, smiling and giving the boys a thumbs up. "Which by the way will be uploaded on our YouTube later!"

"Um... there's so many good ones...I know! I want them to pick any song THEY want to do, that okay?" she replied.

"Good with us," the two DJs replied, looking up at the boys.

"Um..." they looked at each other. "Curious?" Drew asked, after a few minutes of silence and them just looking at each other.

"Yeah, that'd be cool," Keaton smiled.

"Good with me," Wes agreed, pulling the mic closer and getting more comfortable. Two minutes of set up later and their wonderful voices filled the room. Their 15 minute performance went by quickly as they did what they loved and soon they were back outside.

"That was so cool!' Wes yelled in the cool night air. He was hot, as were all the boys, from the slight rush they got from singing in the small room. They stood in front of the building, grateful that the station didn't make it's location obvious, and let the wind cool them down. They'd been rushed by fans before after interviews.

"Gosh, I forgot I even had this," Keaton said, sipping his now watered down coffee. "EK! Well, this is gross now."

"Here I got it," Wes said, putting out his hand for the trash. "I gotta throw this flat soda away anyway." Keaton handed out his cup and Wes took it. "Be right back." He turned and slightly jogged back inside. He threw the trash in the can behind the vacant front desk. He felt the eerie feeling on his neck again and looked around, confused. He walked slowly, tensed, and looked down the front hall. He debated checking farther down the hall.

"Wes, what ya' doing?" the pixie chick asked, closing the door she had just came out of behind the front desk.

"Uh, uh, nothing, thought I heard something," Wes said calmy. He hoped she hadn't seen him jump when she had asked. His nerves were going crazy and he was slightly shaking. "Have a good night!" He smiled and quickly walked out, running to the car where everyone was waiting. They were each talking but Wes was still in his own world with the eerie feeling.

"Wes, do ya'?" Drew asked, nudging Wes out of his thoughts.

"Uh..what?"

"Wanna hit the pool when we get back?" Drew asked again, a bit of a worried look on his face. It was a best friend thing they always did. When they didn't want the others to worry, they gave the same worried look.

"Nah, I'm tired," Wes replied, gently shaking his head to tell him he was alright. Still, Drew didn't look convinced.

"Man! Noone wants to go! You Strombergs get too tired to quickly!" He huffed back and crossed his arms like a child.

"Drew, honey, I see the rings under your eyes, I know your tired too!" Laraine laughed. "We'll all go to bed early and go swimming tomorrow night, the pool will be just as empty then too. Sound good?"

"Fine..." Drew replied, trying to hide his smile.

The driver went to the back of the hotel where there wasn't as much paparzzi and no fans. They each hugged and kissed Laraine good-bye and went to their rooms. High-fiving each other good-bye, except Drew waited at Wes' door.

"What's up, bro?" Wes asked, changing into a tank to go to bed.

"You know I can tell when you're lying," Drew said, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

"What do you mean?" Wes replied, going into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"What was the matter in the car?"

"Nothing. I said I was tired."

"I know what you said, Wes." He answered, now sitting in the chair by Wes' bed. Drew starred as Wes walked back towards his nightstand, plugging his phone into the charger.

"Nothing, really Drew, I just felt creeped out, I dont know why though, don't worry about it," Wes shrugged.

"Fine, if that's it...just a feeling?" Drew asked, standing up and rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah, man, just a feeling," Wes assured him, walking him to the door.

"Kay, bro, but remember I'm right next door," Drew said.

"Yeah, I know, thanks," Wes smiled, high fiving Drew.

He closed his door and locked it behind him. He stripped off his pants and crawled onto his bed and underneath the covers. He flicked the lamp off and grabbed his phone. He checked all his different sites, laughing at his fans, and uploaded a picture he had taken earlier. Yawning, he turned over and began choosing random Emblems on Instagram and looking through their pictures. He laughed as a few had pics of themselves holding up the E3 three fingers and posing. Their fans were really too cool. He yawned again and placed his phone back on the table. He was out quickly.

He woke up to the sound of rapid, hard knocks at his door. He rubbed his eyes and clicked his phone. Who would be there at 3 in the morning? Confused, he leaned up in bed as the knocks continued. "Room service!" came a yell. Now he was even more confused. He thought about it for a second. "...Fans." He said as he came to the only understandable conclusion. He grabbed a random pair of jeans from the floor and threw on his "Inspire" snapback that all the Emblems loved. He realized he was cold as he was walking to the door and slipped on his jacket. He sighed and shook his head as he unlocked the door.

"Guys, do you realize the ti-" he began to say with a smile, which quickly disappeared. Standing there in the hall were four masked men with guns.

"Hello, Wesley," the front one said in a rather cheery voice.

BUM! BUM! BUM!

And here we are after this bit of a long chapter. Sorry if that radio interview part got boring. There was also A LOT of dialogue in this chapter which I don't like that

much but its there.

Also, this was written before Keaton and Acacia each stopped following each other on Twitter and all. I think the same night or right after the picture of Keats holding her on his back came out, I wrote this. My phone's been being difficult and that's my only way to upload. So, sorry for the wait!

Anyway, hope you liked it and thanks for sticking with my story! I really appreciate it(: