Cassie jumped as the door opened and spun to see Peter standing there. She gasped and put her hand to her mouth, shocked to see who had walked in.

"Hampshire? Wait....no...you're not. Are you? You?"

She stared at him, her brain trying to compute what she was taking in.

Cassie gulps and looks over at Peter. She tries to fight back the tears but finally fails, the tears starting to roll slowly down her freckled skin.

"But you...you hate me? Did you even know?"

She rubs the back of her hand across her eyes and sniffs a little.

"Why didnt you tell me. How come no one told me?"

She looks at him pleading.

Cassie turned her attention to Jody for a minute, looking down at her baby to avoid having to deal with the situation in front of her. After a while though, she knew what she had to say.

"I'm not like I was in that house you know. I got better. I was just very angry and alone back then. I'm sorry."

She scratches her arm, feeling slightly awkward within herself, and fighting the sudden urge to let out a nervous laughter.

"Ok...if you didn't know, then I guess we both got screwed over eh? I grew up thinking I was an only child. Only to find this out now, 19 years into my life."

She looks up at him and laughs a little.

"Don't cry. You're the big brother. Aren't you supposed to look after me?"

She smiles.

Cassie nodded and looked over at him.

"I guess going in that house made us all a little...yeah"

She sighed. This was a lot harder than even she had imagined.

"So umm...like. i dont know how to say this. Do you want to be like...my brother? Or are you happy to just leave it how it was...and just forget about it?"

She walks around a little.

Cassie stops when she hears his answer.

"I always wanted a big brother. Someone who would be able to look after me. Someone I could tell stuff to that I couldn't say to my- our dad. Wow..that sounds weird."

She thinks.

"We sure do have a lot of catching up to do though. I mean...wow...all this time. To summarise; I was angry as a child...i got pregnant...then married and now I have a kid and a husband."

She laughs a little.

"You gonna stand like a stiff all night, or is your little sister gonna get the hug thats 19 years overdue?"

Cassie nodded.

"Yeah...you probably know him. He is Jason Smith after all," she chuckles.

She smiled a little nervously, before putting her arms out and hugging him.

"I know this isnt going to be easy. Its been a long time...but I hope we can at least give it a try you know?"

She looked at him. Never in her life had she felt so open to rejection. The Cassie of old would have run at this point...spitting some insult and simply walking away. But this reformed Cassie, something was telling her not to give up.

Scott R.H is in his office browsing through spreadsheets and Google calendars on his laptop. He yawns and takes a sip of his coffee as he nonchalantly enters release dates and budgets into the various screens on his monitor. Getting up after a while, he walks slowly over to the window and stretches his arms above his head, before ruffling his hand through his hair and smiling.

Scott surveys New York City far below his office and smirks to himself ever so slightly, the corners of his mouth curling just the smallest bit. It always amazed him how everything could seem so smooth and effortless in his life, when the people down on the ground were dashing about frantically, their entire lives hinging on being in a certain place at a very specific moment. He shook his head and stroked the stubble on his chin before returning to his chair. Sitting down, he double clicked a spreadsheet entitled 'Meetings (March).xls'

Scrolling down to today's date, Scott passed his mouse cursor over the coloured spreadsheet cells. Lifting the coffe cup to his lips again, he took another short sip, as he peered over the top of the cup, trying to continue to read the spreadsheet as he drank.

"Hey Lolita huh?" His eyes lit up slightly, as he let his mind wander to a band he kinda enjoyed meeting with these days. Even though he was alone, he felt quite embarrassed by the silly smile which crept across his face. Leaning back in his high-backed leather chair, he smiled again and shook his head a little at his own reaction, putting his hands behind his head.

Taking another drink of his coffee, he carefully tosses the empty paper cup towards the bin before wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

As Scott glanced back at his laptop he opened the browser window which was always dedicated to Facebook. Clicking on the link for his profile, he cast his eyes over the last status updates he had posted. His gaze came to rest on one in particular, which said: "Meeting up with some of my favourite bands today to make some arrangements for their album..looking good!" Within the half hour since he had posted it, 4,895 people had clicked the "like" button. Scott sighed, wishing that social media had been around at a time before he was so famous. It seemed a fun way to communicate with friends, and a discreet way to deal with the things he wouldn't want the public to know; but at his level of exposure, people were aware of every little click he made.

All of a sudden, the phone on his desk snapped him back to reality, as it rung vociferously. Reaching out, he pressed the loud speaker button.

"Mr Hood, just a reminder of your meeting today with Hey Lolita. They are expected any minute," came the slightly cigarette-ruined voice of his secretary. Gia had insisted that he hire an older woman. It seemed that the cliches of men and their secretaries were just too much for her to put out of her mind.

"Thanks Marie," he said, hanging up the call quickly and looking from side-to-side. He cleared his throat and stood up, brushing down the front of his T-shirt. Walking into the en-suite bathroom, Scott looked at himself in the mirror for a minute.

"Could have done with a shave," he muttered to no-one in particular as he ran his hand under his chin, looking at his reflection. "Fuck it..she won't- THEY won't care." He was unsure why he had to correct himself with no one else around, but he did it anyway. He quickly straightened his hair, making sure it sat right, before returning to his desk and slipping his blazer on over his T-shirt. It was always good to impress...no matter who the band was. He had convinced himself of that much.

Scott sat down just as the band knocked and walked into the office. He smiled as warmly as he could as Jared and Arianna walked towards his desk, casting his eyes over both of them. He nodded at Scar and smiled at Arianna, his eyes moving slowly lower before rising again and staring at her eyes and mouth, before breaking his all-too-lingering glance a few seconds later, clearing his throat, shaking his head slightly and muttering something about business.

"Umm...hi guys. So what's new?" He asked, smiling again.

Scott chuckled to himself slightly as Arianna broke their gaze when Jared looked at her. He found it slightly amusing how such a headstrong girl was always worried about making the right impression on Jared, and how she seemed to care what he thought. He smiled as he looked at her again, before snapping back to reality and turning his vision to Jared, who was now talking about the music. He typed some things into his laptop, daring to glance up and over the monitor every few seconds.

"Ah don't worry about the demos guys. I know how it is. These things happen." He smiled, first at one and then the other, his eyes coming to rest on Arianna's for a while. "Sometimes things just don't go how you imagined they would." He smiled wryly and then closed the lid of his computer. As he saw Arianna wink at him, he felt himself blush a little, and scolded himself in his mind.

He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, fidgeting with the trim of his blazer as he always did when he was nervous. Smoothing his hair with his hand, he turned his attention back to Jared, acutely aware that he had focused almost solely on the other member of the band, and eager for Jared not to notice this.

"I look forward to the release," he said. "I'm sure it'll be amazing. Do you guys have a date planned yet."

His eyes shot from one to the other.

Scott turned his head slowly and saw the odd look on Jared's face. Ever paranoid, he wondered if Jared had picked up on anything. He opened up his laptop again and quickly closed it, unsure of what to do with his hands. Eventually he clasped them together on top of the desk and shot an awkward smile Jared's way. He tried to laugh and was conscious of the fact that he sounded like a teenager trying to convince his parents he hadn't been drinking.

"Ah. Well you know, just whenever is fine. We don't really push too much on the whole punctuality thing here...I know how it is when you're trying to record." Scott saw the look between Arianna and Jared and chuckled to himself, amused that Arianna seemed out of sorts, and that Jared had noticed. "Yeah," he continued, rolling his eyes as well. "I've noticed that she seems a little out of sorts some times. women, who knows what they are thinking huh?" He laughed, knowing full well what Arianna was thinking, and shooting another glance towards her. He held her gaze for a good few seconds as her hair blew around in the breeze from the fan.

"I'm sorry...what?" He caught himself daydreaming and quickly moved to shuffle a pile of paper lying across his desk. "July sounds...amazing. Soundtrack for the summer? I think so!"

Scott laughed again, looking over at Arianna. He wasn't sure what to say to her with Jared around. "Aw..right. You reckon you'll be up to the studio Ms Harley?" He figured if he asked her a question that he could get away with looking at her for longer. He let his mind wander as he took in how beautiful she was, his eyes wandering. It was a few seconds before it dawned on him that he was staring.

"A tour! Ummm...do you guys want to tour?" He coughed a little and looked up at Jared, wondering what he knew, as he fiddled with a pen on his desk. He looked up slightly, winking as he caught Arianna's eye.