Hello Lemonade Mouth fans! Allure here! I have recently found a love for this gang of lemonade drinking friends, and fell in love with Rayella! Because you're reading this, means you have too! This story was originally a one shot but it got too long to be a one shot so I split it up into chaps : ) I hope you all enjoy the first part, and please leave a review! I value all your opinions!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my imagination.

Chapter 1

Stella Yamada, lead guitarist of Lemonade Mouth, and well known bossy, aggressive, outspoken and nagging control-freak, was always the one who made the band stick; she was the glue that kept their Popsicle igloo together. When Charlie, Wen and Scott had their silly arguments about who was the hottest in the band, Stella would slap all three in the back of their heads and tell them to get back to work. When Olivia had one of her all too frequent stage fright attacks, Stella would be the one to not console her, but shout at her with words of encouragement and make her get back on stage. When Mo and Scott would have their daily break up, Stella was the one that mediated between the two, eventually getting them back together. And when anyone was late, unfocused, or mentally unstable, Stella was always on time, focused, and sane. Which is why when the spunky Asian rebel made it a habit to miss practice, and when in practice was constantly distracted, it not only surprised all members, but made them suspicious as well.

"So I was thinking we change the tempo of the new song." Olivia suggested as she leaned on the edge of Wen's keyboard.

"I was thinking the same thing. The song is too slow it needs to be faster so we can keep the crowd pumped." Wen agreed as Olivia smiled.

"That's exactly what I was thinking! This is why we make a great team." Olivia cooed as she leaned over and kissed Wen. At the sight of two of his best friend's kissing, Charlie made obnoxiously loud gagging noises from behind his drum set.

"Okay Charlie we get it," Olivia rolled her eyes at Charlie, "Stella what do you think about the tempo change?" Olivia asked turning to where Stella usually stood strumming on her guitar, but as of a current pattern, she wasn't there.

"Never mind." Olivia said, a tad bit embarrassed about talking to thin air.

"Where's Stella this time?" asked Wen.

"Her excuse this time is that she has to baby-sit the twins again because her parents are at a conference." Mo said walking into their familiar practice place in the basement, eating an apple arm in arm with Scott.

"Another conference? I'm starting to think her parents live in auditoriums." Wen said.

"Not only that, she's missed 5 practices in a row, which is totally not Stella- style." Charlie said.

"Well it's not her fault it's her parents." Mo defended.

"Yeah? Well what about all the texting during practice, messing up the songs, and being late all the time? I remember when she caught Scott texting; she threw his phone in the toilet!" Charlie argued. Scott pouted.

"I miss Wanda everyday." Mo laughed at his pout and kissed his cheek.

"Point is, we perform on Good Afternoon Arizona on Saturday, and if she's not ready, we're all going to suck!" Charlie emphasized slamming his drumstick loudly on his drum.

"Guys, we're being insensitive. Stella is at home miserable, baby-sitting the 'Destructo twins' (as Stella dubbed them) and we're complaining about her." Olivia spoke up. Everyone suddenly felt guilty, and then Olivia got a light bulb.

"We should go to her house with some Dante's Pizza, and have a jam session to cheer her up!"

"Great idea Liv!" Mo said excitedly.

"I'm down." Wen said as Charlie said, "Me too."

"No!" Scott said abruptly. Everyone turned their attention to his now pale and embarrassed face.

"What?" Mo questioned.

"I…I…I mean, why bother her? You know how Stella is, she'll feel like a total charity case if we go over there. Besides, she texted me earlier and said she wanted to be alone to study for her algebra test." Scott said speedily.

"I thought Stella was in Geometry?" Olivia asked.

"That's what I meant." Scott said flustered. Mo looked at him suspiciously, as Wen sighed.

"Scott's right. We'll see her tomorrow; let's get back to practicing so that we're ready for Saturday's show." Said Wen as everyone fell back into place with their instruments. Scott took a breath of relief and told himself Stella owed him one.


The truth, which Scott and only the two involved knew, was something Stella and her partner in crime, weren't sure the rest of the world was ready for; or something they were ready to share. But behind the Mesa High School Turbo Blast bleacher's stood two teenagers intertwined; two who knew the truth, and wanted to hide their dirty, fun little secret.

"Ray, I need to breathe at some point." Stella gasped pulling away from the plump lips of a certain rock star, soccer playing blonde. Ray Beech smirked above her as his hot breath teased her swollen lips.

"I though you could handle anything?" He whispered huskily. Her eyes stayed glued to his lips that still hovered over her own and whispered back,

"I can, but breathing is essential."

"Not always." Ray said taking his hands from her waist and placing one over her head trapping her beneath him, as his other hand caressed the back of her neck bringing her lips back to his. Stella ran her fingers through his soft blonde locks and wrapped her leg around his to bring his body closer to hers. As their lips moved in perfect sync, and their bodies created a familiar heat, Stella couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"What's so funny?" Ray said pulling back looking into her chocolate brown eyes for the first time in their make out session.

"Nothing." She said still chuckling as she put a hand to her lips to stop laughing.

"Come on Yamada. You makin' fun of me?" Ray said offended slightly backing up. Not liking the heat they once had going away, Stella pulled him back against her and wrapped an arm around his lean waist.

"I'm not making fun of you. I was laughing because 6 months ago, I never would have imagined kissing you behind the bleachers." Stella confessed. Ray smiled caressing her cheek with his hand.

"Or in the janitor's closet." He remarked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Stella playfully punched his gut and ducked underneath the arm that was trapping her.

"Hey where you going?" He said as she picked up her book bag and began walking toward the soccer field.

"Getting away from you, you egotistical jerk." She retorted, but with a smile on her face. Ray threw his soccer bag over his shoulder and ran to catch up with her wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"Don't pretend you don't love me Yamada." Ray said guiding her toward the parking lot.

"Please pretend that you don't love yourself." She said rolling her eyes.

"Babe don't ask me to not be me, it's a crime against nature." He said holding a sarcastic hurtful hand to his chest. Stella laughed as they approached his fire red mustang with white stripes down the both threw their bags into the back seat and with seat belts strapped, Mesa High was out of sight.

It was a sunny Thursday in April, and Stella put on her funky multi-colored sunglasses as the breeze flowed through her beanie covered hair. To her it was all a blur. Everything between her and Ray was like something out of one of those cheesy hate-love relationship romantic comedies; which is why she wasn't sure she could trust it. After 3 months of non stop fighting, bickering and smart remarks behind one another's back, somehow, something more genuine came out of it. Perhaps you could say one "fateful" encounter at Mercy of Grace Hospital showed Stella Yamada another side of Ray Beech; a vulnerable and exposed side, as she watched him hold his Grandfather's hand, who coincidentally was one of her father's cancer patients. And after one drink at the coffee shop, she became exposed too. It began with meetings after school to the local coffee and ice cream shop, and flirtatious text messages, which quickly turned into daily meetings in the janitor's closet, behind the bleachers after soccer practice, and dates in secret. Which is what was happening now as they cruised in Ray's car. Stella came back from her daydreams, and realized what was playing on his radio.

"Egh." She grimaced reaching for the dial, and to her dismay, Ray pushed her hand away.

"What do you think your doing Yamada?" He asked offended.

"Ray, this is country music. Don't tell me you honestly like this stuff?"

"It's relaxing…" Ray admitted, and then had a sneaky thought. "Why? Does it bother you?" He asked smirking at her for a brief moment. Stella challenged him.

"What if it does?" Ray took to the dial and blasted a Blake Shelton song and began singing loudly.

"Girl I been thinkin' 'bout us
And you know I ain't good at this stuff
But these feelings piling up won't give me no rest
This might come out a little crazy
A little sideways, yeah maybe
I don't know how long it'll take me
But I'll do my best

Stella couldn't help but laugh at him, and as the chorus came, he took her hand and held her hand to his chest, and belted out,

"If you'll be my soft and sweet
I'll be your strong and steady
You be my glass of wine
I'll be your shot of whiskey
You be my sunny day
I'll be your shade tree
You be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee!"

"Honey bee? Isn't that a little girly for you Mr. Beech?" Stella teased.

"Romantic is what I like to call it." Ray said as Stella intertwined their fingers.

"Who knew you were such a softy." Stella poked again.

"Hey!" Ray said offended. "I'm not soft, I'm smooth." He emphasized slicking a hand through his hair. Stella rolled her eyes.

"And what makes you smooth Beech?"

"I make you swoon don't I?" Ray remarked as Stella blushed, turning her head to look out the window in order to hide her embarrassment. Ray just smiled to himself and continued to drive in his own proud contentment.


"Wow, this song that Stella wrote is amazing. I can't wait to perform this on Saturday."

Mo said as she read the sheet music in front of her, as Scott walked her home.

"Yeah it is. Who knew she could write songs just as good as Olivia." Scott agreed.

"I wonder who this song is about." Mo wondered. Scott was caught off guard and stopped walking along side her.

"What do you mean?" He questioned. Mo stopped walking as well.

"Well, you don't write an emotional song like this, without someone as inspiration." Mo explained.

"Maybe you could, I mean, people write songs about death and they've never died." Scott babbled nervously and scratched the back of his neck.

"Scott, what's going on? You have been acting strange all afternoon."

"What? No I haven't. Don't be so suspicious Mo." Scott said and anxiously and began walking again. Mo walked faster catching up to his pace.

"Come on Scott, that whole thing about Stella at practice today, and now you're acting strange about her again." She pursued, but finally made him stop by pulling him by his arm.

"Do you have a thing for Stella?" Scott's eyes widened.

"What? No I don't have a thing for Stella! What makes you think that?"

"Well all the signs are there." Mo accused crossing her arms. "You get nervous when you talk about her, I see you whisper things to her during lunch or at practice and I even catch you staring at her."

"I stare at her because I want her to tell the truth about her and-"Scott stopped himself mid sentence, realizing what he almost confessed.

"Her and who? Scott?" Moose inquired suspiciously walking toward him.

"Mo I can't tell you, I promised Stella." Mo pouted slightly and shrugged.

"Okay I understand. I'm sure you'd understand that I can't tell you what I got you for your birthday…something you have always wanted." Mo was hoping that Scott would take the bait, and like a gullible bass, he did.

"Is it that new guitar strap I wanted?"

"Maybe…"

"Mo!"

"Fine! Trade me secrets!"

"No!"

"Then I'm not telling you." Scott sighed, the suspense killing him.

"Fine." He gave in as Mo smiled. Her smile soon faded and was replaced by shock as Scott whispered the truth in her ear.

"WHAT?"


Cliffy! Part 2 will be up soon, and just to get you excited, Ray and Stella start a lot of trouble in the next chapter! But in the mean time please leave a review! But no cold pricklies only warm fuzzies! Adios!