And sure enough, when my alarm lock went off at seven, Zac groaned and burried his face in his pillow.

I pulled myself up, because that's my job, and went to wake the other two, buying him a few extra minutes.

I didn't have nearly enough energy to bound on top of them like I usually do, so I poked Isaac, lamely, in the arm a few times and acheived nothing.

I used the phone in their room and ordered room service to bring us as much coffee as manageable. I guess it comes from hanging around Taylor all these years, but I'm no better than him when it comes to coffee.

I hung up the phone and crawled into Taylor's bed, making sure to lay almost completely on top of him.

"A simple 'wake up' would do." he muttered, without opening his eyes. I laughed. A simple 'wake up' would not ever have done anything.

"I ordered coffee." I said, hoping to motivate him.

"wake me up when it gets here."

"Only if you promise you'll get right up."

"Mmhmm."

"Like a daisy?"

"Like a daisy..."

I got up and moved on to Isaac.

"Ike." I said softly, laying my hand on his arm, "Come on, it's time to get up."

He opened his eyes and nodded.

Thank God for Ike, he rarely gave me a hard time in the morning. Most of the time he was my favorite Hanson brother because him and I could sit on the sidelines and laugh while the other two argued.

I went back into my room and made a flying leap onto Zac's bed.

"Mags." he groaned, "Get off me."

I'll never understand why people call me 'Maggie'. I know it started with my father christening Rod Stewart's 'Maggie Mae' as my song. Whatever, I guess anything's better than 'Fribble'.

"Fribble.." he moaned, "Come on." Told you he could read my mind.

"On?" I asked, innocently, "I thought you said off." I was sitting on his stomach, probably crushing all his vital organs, I didn't care. He was the one who kept me up.

There was a knock on the suite door.

"That's probably Dave, he'll be pissed if you're not up."

I knew it was room service with our cart of coffee, but if I could use it to get two of them out of bed, I would.

"Tay!" I yelled, letting the cart guy in.

"Here you are, miss."

"Thank you very much." I answered, handing him a twenty. I'm a notorious over tipper, I really need to watch it or I'm gonna find myself wondering where the hell my money went.

Taylor stumbled out of his room in a pair of boxers and a wife beater with his hair standing up and poured himself a cup of black coffee. I followed suit and took a gulp.

"Ike up?" I asked.

he nodded, going for a second cup. How does he drink it that fast without burning his tongue?

"Isaac, do you want some coffee?!" I called. Taylor winced at my raised voice.

"Cream and sugar?" Isaac called back.

"Heh, wuss." Taylor laughed under his breath.

I fixed Isaac's coffee and brought it in for him. He was sitting on his bed, riffling through potential outfits.

"Thanks, sweetheart." he muttered, taking the cup I offered him, "What do you think I should wear?"

"Aren't they just gonna make you change?"

"Can't make me do anything I don't want to."

I smiled and picked out a deep green shirt.

"I like this one."

"No, that's more your color."

"Then wear blue." I shrugged, "I like you in blue."

I left to check on Zac, who was still in bed, of course.

"Alright, off your lazy ass." I demanded, "Now."

"Meg.." he said into the pillow, "You're ruthless."

"Yes, and I'm not above pouring hot coffee on you."

He sighed and sat up slowly.

"Are you coming to the shoot?" he yawned.

"Me?" I sat up straighter, "But of course I am! I am assistant Meggin Waters! Ready on hand, waiting to flip open the palm pilot and regergitate all the information you could hope for, as long as the topic is you..why wouldn't I be coming?"

"Maybe we could get a nice picture of you."

"Why would you wanna do that?!" The very thought of it made me nervous. I hate having my picture taken.

"I'd like a nice picture of you." he shrugged.

"You're just stalling so you can lay there longer." I accused, "Get up." I stood up and walked over to our mirror. God, did I look a mess.

"I'm gonna take a shower." I announced.

"Can I come?"

"I don't know how your girlfriend would feel about that."

"She could come too."

I sighed. Even these sweet little boys from the heartland aren't saved from being perverts.

"You better be ready to get in by the time I get out." I called over my shoulder as I walked into the bathroom. I made sure to lock the door before climbing out of my clothes and into the shower. I'd made the mistake of not doing so in the past and it's not somewhere I want to go again.

It takes me a good half hour at least to shower because my hair is so long and thick that it's hard to get all the shampoo out, only to repeat with the conditioner.

I got out and slipped into a bathrobe. One of my favorite things about hotels is the big, fluffy bathrobes. Especially since they're made to cover people of all sizes and I'm a little on the small side. I enjoy clothes that I can swim in. I really am a prude when it comes to clothes. I never wear tight tops or short shorts. Even tank tops are rare for me. I'm known for my long sleeves in August.

Zac and I passed in the door.

"It's all steamy in here." he said, as he shut the door.

He'd only be in there for ten minutes, so I'd need to find an outfit quick, in order to avoid him walking in on me getting dressed.

I pulled some dark, baggy jeans and a white cotton shirt with three-quarter sleeves out of my bag and put them on, making sure there was a towel between my sopping wet hair and my shirt. I sighed when I looked in the mirror. I hate the drying process. Nevertheless, I turned on the dryer and went to town.

It was still pretty damp when Zac emerged, in the second fluffy bathrobe.

"What good is an assistant if I still have to find my own clothes!?" he yelled over the roar of my blow dryer. I stuck my tongue out at him in the mirror and he came up behind me and started messing with my hair. "Mornin', goldie locks!" Zac has a strange thing about talking to my hair.

"Zac." I said, turning off the dryer, "Just get dressed, man."

He made a face at me and started digging through one of the piles on the floor. I had shoved them all over to his side of the room.

I left to get another cup of coffee, only to find Taylor doing the same, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He smiled at me as I approached the room service cart.

"And are you ready to go, Taylor?" I asked, "Just a towel and a smile today?"

He was too busy pouring coffee down his throat to speak, just patted me on the top of the head as he wandered back into his room.

Isaac hurried out a second later, pulling is lip back to show his teeth.

"When it comes down to it, I'd rather not watch Taylor get changed." he said.

He was always trying to make me laugh. Isaac was like my big brother. They were all like my big brothers. Honestly, the only reason I even hesitated while I was on top of that building was because of a memory of them throwing me in the pool at my fifteenth birthday party.

I love my real brother, but he dosen't have much personality since he got sick. And my parents really do mean well, but they have to focus mainly on him.

The Hansons, my sisters, and the rest of the back-up band have been the essentials in my life for a good seven years.

"I love you, Ike." I stated, plainly. Sometimes I just say what I'm thinking. It's a side effect of sleep deprivation.

He raised his eyebrows. I caught him off guard.

"Thanks, Meg.." he said, slowly, "I..love you too.."

He flopped down on the couch next to me and kicked his feet into my lap. I smiled when I noticed the blue shirt. My fashion advice is always taken. Not because I'm at all fashionable, just because I rarely give it. As I discovered at an early age, the less you talk, the more serious people will take you when you actually have something to say. Perhaps this is the reason why, in eigth grade, a girl I'd been in school with since kindergarten stared at me in shock after I told her I liked her shoes then admitted it was the first time she ever heard me speak.

Zac likes to tell me I never shut up, on the other hand. You never quite get everyone in the same boat.

"What time is it?" Isaac yawned.

"Seven-thirty."

"We have to be there at....?"

"Seven-thirty." I clucked my tongue, "Zachary and Taylor!" I yelled, "You're late!"

Zac walked out of room, muttering obscenities under his breath that were no doubt directed at me.

A few seconds later, Tay joined us too, strolling out as if he had all the time in the world.

He's not really that arrogant, he just does it to piss us off.