So, in the end, I didn´t post this as an epilogue for DWYLALWYD, but here you have the sequel! This story is actually only three chapters away of being totally written, so I'll update fast -in theory, of course.

Read, enjoy and review XD.

XOXO

Prologue

When I was little, I was always told that when I got lemons, all I should do was lemonade. And I understood it, I really did, because it was logic. It had a lot of meaning and it was a great metaphor. If you were given something, you should try and do the best out of the situation, no matter how it hurt or whatever, because if you didn´t, the lemons could get rotten and then they weren´t even be good to try and make some jam with it –and I'm sure the fact that the saying wasn´t when you get lemons do lemon jam was because making jam implied a lot of hard work. Believe me, I tried-.

The only problem was that no one ever told me how really hard was to make lemonade, a perfect lemonade. Because it wasn´t good if it wasn´t perfect. I didn´t want any lemonade, I wanted the best, the kind of lemonade that housewives fought and even killed for back in the 50's.

And I'm not even talking about metaphors anymore. Right now I'm being dead down… literal.

"Stupid thing." I muttered to myself after tasting my sixth try in the perfect lemonade. It sucked. I leaved the jug next to me in the counter and cleaned everything to make a new one.

It was clear now that juices weren´t my thing. I could bake a perfect crème brûlée since I was ten, but lemonades completely escaped me. It made me angry and I wanted to kill something. Like a bug, so I could feel powerful and strong for once.

"This is great!"

I turned around surprised and almost dropped both the lemons and the jug I had in my hands when I saw who it was.

He wasn´t supposed to be there yet. He was supposed to take a whole new week and a couple of days so I could ran away after just one day of sharing my vacations with his family so I wouldn´t seem mean or unpleasant.

But that wasn´t the only reason I was surprised.

Had he just said something nice about me at all?

I made my best to put up a smile on my lips. "No, it's not." I muttered. It wasn´t. It wasn´t great. It was nothing close to great. Maybe it didn´t suck but it wasn´t great, either.

"Oh, right. Sorry. You don´t like anything unless it's the best." The boy standing behind the counter said with coldness in his voice, taking other three glasses and the jug of my juice. I didn´t want him to drink it, and I knew it was a childish reaction, because the reason that I didn´t want him to drink it was only because I didn´t want him to have it. It was more than childish, but I didn´t really like him.

At all.

"It's not my fault you're happy with second best or third best or even last." I said annoyed. He glared at me.

"Just because you're a frigid bitch you don´t need to take it out on me."

"And just because you hate the fact my brother is dating your sister you don´t need to talk to me."

"Believe me, I'll be more than happy to just not talk to you at all. But mom, for some deranged reason, thought it was a good idea to invite you over to my vacations. I'd even preferred your brother over you."

"Doug!" Someone screamed from the living room. "We're dying here! I'm thirsty!"

Meet Douglas Lee Poynter, ladies and gentlemen. Otherwise known as my future brother-in-law if my brother and Douglas' sister happen to be as in love as they look like and as close as I knew they were. And even when I was more than happy for Jazzie and Jagger –their names even sound great together, and what more proof that they're meant to be together is need than that?-, the fact that I was going to be related to this asshole was bad enough.

"I'm taking this for my guests." Douglas said, starting to walk away with my lemonade.

"Stop!" I yelled, too angry to be the polite girl I normally am. He did as I ordered, and turned to look at me almost surprised.

"What do you want now? An autograph?" He asked, sounding annoyed. I glared at him.

Did I mention he was the bassist in one of the hottest band in the United Kingdom? And I mean hottest in a pure objective way, because that's not my opinion. But in these matters, the opinion of the majority is the one that counts and everyone knew how hot girls around the globe thought they were. I would rather go for Stephen Hawkings, thank you very much.

So now you know.

"Douglas, the only reason I would ask you for an autograph would be to get Lee Ryan's, not yours." I stated, walking to him and taking advantage of his surprise for my speech to take his –my- jug out of his hands. He was sweating and I repressed an expression of disgust. I would need to disinfect the whole thing, now. And I swear that was not anything personal. Sweat is just one of the bodily fluids with more germs in it. "If you want to be a good host, make your own lemonade."

"Doug!" Whined a curly haired boy walking to the kitchen stomping his foot like a little child. As soon as he noticed me, he fixed his position and stood over us, taller than both. "Doug, who's your lady friend?" He asked.

I recognized him immediately as Danny Jones, front man extraordinaire and married in Las Vegas man. It was difficult not to know him, really.

"She's not my friend." Douglas muttered annoyed, trying to take my jug out of my hands.

"He's right, I'm not. It would considerably lower my standards just pondering been his friend. I'm Salem O'Shea." I introduced myself, offering him the hand that didn´t have my lemonade.

"And she really is a witch."

"If I was, I would have turned you into a frog already and then I'll cook frog legs and feed them to the poor."

Danny watched us amused, and I blushed. Normally, I was a shy girl that couldn´t managed to laced four words together in front of strange people and much less in front of a hot boy –of course, much much less in front of two. But Douglas had a gift to irk me, to make my blood boiled.

Did I mention that I hate him? Way too much?

Because I did.

… I mean, I do.

Especially because, being completely stupid and reckless, he had more success than me. I worked my ass off every day to be the best and he just was. I hated that.

"Uh, lemonade!" Danny squealed delighted, looking at my hand. Somehow, I didn´t mind him drinking my second-best-lemonade, so I hand it to him with a new glass from the counter.

"Thirsty?" I said politely, because it was what was expected to be heard.
"You have no idea! I was dying waiting for Dougie!" Danny grinned, accepting the glass and serving himself. He drank the glass in one go, and immediately refilled it.

"Great. So he's good enough for your second-best-lemonade?" Douglas asked angry. It surprised me he could imagine the exact same nickname as I had for my lemonade, but I didn´t show it.

"Second best? This is one of the best I had ever tried!" Danny exclaimed happily, which in turn made me happy. It wasn´t that I was shallow. I actually, if you so have to know, have a really low self-esteem, so getting a compliment was something I considered rare. And like the next girl, I loved it.

"Thanks." I said blushing.

"You're married, dude. Stop flirting with the Wicked Witch of the West!"

I glared at Douglas, but didn´t dignify that comeback with an answer. Instead, I smiled at Danny. "You can have it, if you want. I'm guessing you're with the rest of the band?" When he nodded, I gave him two more glasses, all under Douglas murderous glance.

"Thanks! You're the best." He grinned, strutting out of the kitchen.

"I know what you're doing." Douglas hissed at me as soon as he was gone. I almost flinched at his tone. "I know it and I won´t let you. Stay the fuck away of my friends and me." He ordered.

I was taken aback but after years of mental preparation, I could cover it up. "You're paranoid. I'm not trying anything, Douglas. I'm just here because your mother invited me and I thought you weren´t going to be here until the next week." I said sweetly.

"Well, now I'm here. Don´t ruin my vacation. If you are so willing to please, go and jump off a cliff." He snarled after storming off of the kitchen, leaving me alone there with my useless lemons.

Lemons sucks.
Just as much as this vacations were going to suck.