Lemons Bivouac Teaser
A/N So I've been working on a couple of different stories for Lemonade Mouth. I'm find myself very distracted and drifting. I've also been going to job interviews so should I become gainfully employed my pc time will be halved, though my imagination will being working overtime while the rest of me is busy. Anyway, since it feels like it's taking me forever to write I thought I'd share a little tease of one of my pieces. It's mainly fluff and friendship among the band. I'm using the chapter title as the story title for the tease. It will be under the actual title when I officially publish.
As always, Mark Peter Hughs and Disney have the copyrights to Lemonade Mouth. I'm simply borrowing the characters for my own and others profitless amusement. Enjoy. Reviews and thoughts are welcome, not mandatory. They do help inspire me.
A smiling Stella Yamada checked the contents of the plastic shopping bag one more time, assuring herself that everything was inside, before sliding it into the back compartment of her backpack. Making sure it lay as flat as possible she finished packing the clothes and gear she'd need for the next couple of days. To say she was excited was a bit of an understatement. She and her fellow Lemonade Mouth band members had orchestrated an "End of Summer/End of First Tour Series" event.
The events would kick off this very afternoon, as soon as she could get her family in the car in fact, with a drive to Wen Gifford's house for a family barbeque his family had offered to throw. Technically, Wen had first suggested it to the band when Stella had begun devising her festivities but his Dad and step mom had willingly agreed. Everyone and their families were going to be there; the Picketts, the Delgados including Charlie's older brother, Tommy, Olivia White's grandmother Brenda, and even the Bangarees would be coming.
After the barbeque the plan was for the band members to camp out in a tent in Wen's backyard. The only thing that they weren't sure about was whether Mohini Banjaree was going to be allowed to camp with them that night. Her father hadn't given his permission but he had not said no either. They were all hoping that when Mr. Banjaree saw the sleeping arrangements that had been made he would give his permission. Regardless Mo would be joining them the next morning for the hike into the desert foothills and any other activities they came up with for the rest of the weekend.
Stella glanced around her room one more time, mentally tallying the contents of her pack to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. She glanced down at her denim shorts, green floral print tank top and blank Chucks, checking them off her mental checklist, again. Sure that she had everything she needed she slung the bag over one shoulder, grabbed her sleeping bag and bee lined it for the front door.
"Mom! Dad! Come on! We're gonna be the last ones there! All the food will be gone!" Stella yelled as she plowed down the stairs. "Timmy! Andrew! Aren't you ready yet?" She reached the front door turning to holler "encouragements" to her family once more only to see her mom coming from the kitchen with her purse, a potato salad, and an indulgent smile on her face. Moments later her father came down the staircase with the twins close behind. Stella was bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet trying to restrain herself from physically pushing her family out to her father's Volvo. Once in the taupe station wagon her restraint was further put to the test as her father decided he needed to readjust his seat and mirrors, though he'd already taken the car to run errands just that morning. Stella leaned forward and started digging thru her backpack in an effort to distract herself, needlessly taking another inventory of the contents. Then they were moving…