*Meg's POV*

We headed to the agency that was two blocks away. We walked up the stairs that led to a long hallway.

I opened the door that was the first on the left and had a sign that said "Private Detective" on it.

We walked in to find a little, plump, bald man sitting in a black chair smiling at us.

"Hello my name is detective John Smith. I take it you are Meg and Nate." he said.

"thats us" i said

"come. lets talk. sit. sit." he motioned to the the two pale chairs in front of him that looked really uncomfortable.

We sat and Nate said "we would like to find Meg's parents. They abandoned her when she was born and she wants to know them before we get married so you can imagine that we want to find them fast."

"yes you told me over the phone and i have already found them" john said handing me a file. "i'm afraid they passed away 2 years ago.

I started to cry. I cant believe i missed my opportunity to meet them.

"However..." John continued "you do have a sister i just dont know if you would like to know about her"

I stopped crying "of course i would.... why would you even wonder?"

"because she is famous" he replied mysteriously.

"Who is she?" Nate asked.

"her name is Sasha Thompson"

"the famous singer?" i asked

"the one touring with Panic at the Disco and Fall Out Boy?" Nate asked

"who?" i asked Nate.

"you know, my two favorite bands of all time." he replied

"oh" i really dont like their music.

"yes well i dont really know much about her since all her files are closed" John continued

"why?" i wondered

"her agent has her files closed so that the public cant get to them. As you can imagine, many people would pose as family to get her files and sell them to the highest bidder"

"could i learn more about her?" i said

"if you really do we have to contact her agent. a mr.... Roger Stone" he said looking a paper.

"well lets do that" i said. i want to meet my sister. Maybe she can tell me what our parents where really like. the personal stuff, not the medical info that is in this file that i have in my hand.

"alright. when?" Nate asked

"we can do it now if you want" John said

"lets do it. i want to meet my sister." i said

"okay we can do that." John said as he dialed the numbers on the phone that was on his  oak desk.

ring.

ring.

ring.

"Roger Stone how may i help you?"

"Hello this is detective john Smith. I would like to talk to you about my client, Megan Meyer. Blood results show that she is related to your client, Sasha Thompson"

"What? That is impossible."

"no it isnt"

"can you please send me the email showing me"

"of course" John said turning to his computer. "alright i sent it"

"i got it. yes you appear to be correct. but what does your client want from Sasha?" he asked

this is were i cut in "i just want to meet her"

"and who are you?" Roger asked

"Megan, Megan Meyer"

"alright that can be arranged but only if Sasha agrees to it"

"then give me her phone number and i'll call her" i said

"its not that simple. i cant just give her private cell phone number away willy nilly. i have to ask her and i will get back to you" he said seriously but really who says "willy nilly"

"but why?" i asked

"thats just the way it is" he replied

"fine but could you call like... now"

he sighed "what time is it?"

i happily said "11 o'clock"

"she might be awake by now. i'll try"

"excellent we'll wait" i said

"alright" he said "hold on and i'll call you right back"

"alright bye" John said and hung up "that was easy. all we have to do is wait."


**Sasha's POV**

Pete handed me the phone and i answered "hello?"

"hey hon how you doin?" someone said in a fake accent

"oh hey Roger. i'm great. you?"

"oh im okay but there is one thing"

"what?"

"i just got a call from a John Smith and his client is well...um..."

"just spit it out"

"alright fine his client Megan Meyer is your sister"

"WHAT?!?!" i couldnt breath the world was spinning around me. out of the corner of my eye i could see the guys giving me worried looks

"you have a sister Sasha, and she wants to meet you. Her name is Megan... are you alright?"

"NO!!!!!" i threw the phone at Pete and ran to the bathroom i just couldnt take it. i knew he would take care of everything.

i ran towards the bathroom past Pete and Ryan's worried glances and shut the door behind me.

through the door i could hear Pete answer or should i say scream "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TELL HER ROGER?!?!"

"Why would you tell her like that?"

"no dont say anything to this Megan girl"

"just tell her that Sasha is thinking about it"

"yeah we'll get back to you as soon as Sasha calms down"

"alright bye"

Now he was talking to Ry "this is a fucking mess"

"what happened?"

"you just wouldnt understand"  Pete said.

I heard him walk towards the bathroom and he knocked. "Sasha? are you okay"

"NO! GO AWAY!" i choked out through my tears. i dont want to see anyone.

"come on maybe its a good thing."

"How can it be a good thing?" i asked with tears running down my face. How do i know that she isnt a drunk or a druggy like my parents were. i dont want to take the chance. And, the press will eat this alive

"you dont but you should try"

i didnt answer maybe he was right.

I heard Ryan walk towards the bathroom door where Pete was standing and whisper "what the fuck is going on?"

"Sasha has a sister" Pete

"wow... i cant believe it"

"she does and she needs us now more than ever"

"what do you mean? how is this a bad thing?"

"has she ever told you the story about her parents?"

"no every time i mention them she gets all weird so i dont bother asking anymore"

"well they were druggies and drunks. Sasha didnt like it so she always tried to get them to quit. They eventually kicked her out of the house for trying to save them but not before telling her that she was a slut and a disappointment." he sighed "she lived with me after that and she was doing okay up until two years ago when we got a call from the hospital telling her that both her parents had died from a drug overdose."

"wow that is so sad. no wonder she never talked about it"

"yeah and now this"

"but wait why is she upset that she has a sister then"

"she's afraid that her sister will be like that. if this Megan is... then we will have a serious problem."

"oh"

"Pete?" i asked

"yeah" Pete said

"do you think is should meet her?"

"i think you should give her a chance"

i sighed "alright. call Roger"

"i'll give you some space then" he said

i heard them walk away and i decided to clean myself up. I wiped away my tears and brushed my hair a bit.

i walked out to the kitchen where everyone was sitting. apparently the rest of the family had woken up while i was crying my eyes out.

"come here" Ry said motioning to sit on his lap

i sat down and he gave me a hug "you alright"

"yeah im fine"

"do want some ice cream" Pete asked

"that would be good" i said

he got up to get me some ice cream "what kind do you want?"

"chocolate with sprinkles"

"alright" he made me my ice cream and handed it to me

"yum" i said eating it

"so what are we gonna do?" Ry asked

"i'll meet her... if you guys are all there"

"that isnt going to work" Patrick said

"course it will... band practice" Pete said smartly

"alright lets do it. give me my cell"

Pete handed it to me and i dialed Roger's number

"Roger" he said

"i'll meet her" i spit out before i could change my mind

"alright i'll set it up. When do you want to do it?"

"next week... tuesday"

"k got it"

"alright bye"

"goodbye

"done" i said to everyone in the room

**Meg's POV**

the phone rang and John picked it up

"Hello?"

"oh hey"

"perfect"

"i'll tell her"

"ok bye"

"So?" i asked

"Roger is faxing me Sasha's personal information and you get to meet her next week"

"Great!" i said excited

"however there is a catch"

"what?" i asked worried

"you have to go to her. there is no way she can get away from the tour"

"thats fine. when and where" i said as the fax came in.

"Next tuesday in Houston Texas" he said handing me the file

"perfect" i said "thank you"

we got up and left. i was going to learn more about her in the next week so i didnt seem stupid when i met her. i'm sure she is used to everyone knowing everything.