Dear Good Luck Charlie peeps. I'm sure you're sick of all of the Lemonade Mouth stories popping up in this category but until theres a section for it, I guess I'll be posting here. Sorry! :)

The elevator seemed foreign and unwanted. How many months ago was it that she was crammed in here with five other people to prepare for one of their biggest concerts in their very short career? A sigh escaped her lips. What had gone wrong?

Truly it was all of their faults. Mo and Scott were constantly on and off again. Granted, it didn't interfere with their performances but it slowly broke the band. Sides were often forced to be taken. Each fight was about something different but always something tiny. Sometimes, she felt that their fights were just to make them feel something in their relationship.

Then there was Wen and Olivia. They were constantly dancing around the truth. She nearly screamed once during practice for them to get together. Things were okay with the band until Wen got a girlfriend. Olivia was convinced that Wen liked her back. Had he led her on that entire time? No, Wen was just oblivious to how Olivia felt.

Olivia began writing songs like a manic, most of them being about Wen and his new girlfriend. Eventually, he caught on. He was not about to play any more songs that were about how much Olivia hated his girlfriend. Instead of them getting together like some cheesy Hollywood movie, it caused a greater rift between the band.

Lastly, there was Charlie. Poor Charlie. Not only was he last choice for Mo, but he was still second pick in his family compared to his brother. No matter how bad his brother's grades got, he was still second. Then, Charlie was starting to get ignored by the band too. He often found himself staring at the rest of them from behind his drums. He got quieter and quieter. Much like their first band practice, Charlie cracked. Except this time, it was worse.

The band was over then. Mo and Scott stalked off together and Wen and Olivia went their separate ways. Stella had put her guitar down and walked over to Charlie. His elbows were on the rims of two drums and his face was in his hands. Stella sat beside him, not a word exchanged, and put her hand on his shoulder. It was over. They both knew it.

The shiny silver doors to the elevator opened. It was the beginning of a new school year, not even a week in, and she was already in detention. She swears that Principle Brenigan has it out for her. The hallways were empty considering Lemonade Mouth changed Mesa drastically. Clubs were actually held in appropriate places now. She missed last year so much. Everything was different now. And she was alone once again.

She was no stranger to loneliness. In Rhode Island, she was often alone. In school, everyone was the exact same; peppy and constantly happy like their lives were perfect causing her to be the outcast. At home she was the outcast too; the only one without the 4.0 GPA and into science or some extremely smart subject. But once she had gotten used to having five best friends, she felt empty when they had left.

Mel's Organic Lemonade came into her view. Inserting a dollar and twenty-five cents, the unique can appeared at the bottom. She reached down and retrieved it, opened the can, and swallowed a large amount. Her infamous lemonade face formed before one of great satisfaction. She missed this lemonade too.

The cold metal of the detention door sent a shiver down her spine. She secretly hoped like last time that four familiar faces would greet her. To her disappointment, there was only one other person in detention. Their head was down. It was a boy with black hair that reached just about their shoulder. The hair covered their face and the head didn't move an inch as she approached her seat.

Mr. Jones, the tall, African-American math teacher was covering this detention. In the pit of her stomach, she hoped it would be their music teacher. Mr. Jones was a funny man and usually lenient except during detention. He looked up from the papers he was grading and smiled gently at her. He knew a bit of the troubles she was going through.

"Nice of you to join us," he said in a teasing tone. She smiled slightly at her geometry teacher. He suddenly stood up, the papers in his hand. "Unfortunately, I have to go talk to Mrs. Lopez about the math club. No funny business while I'm gone." Mr. Jones winked at her and left out the door. She knew he was planning something. Since when had he gone soft during detention?

With a sigh, she turned in her seat to see the boy behind her slowly lift his head up, looking slightly out of it. She laughed a bit at the small amount of drool that was at the corner of his mouth. Then she realized who sat in that seat. It was the same seat he sat in during their first detention.

"Charlie?" she said, an unbelievable tone in her voice. Charlie was here in detention with her. On instinct, she looked to the door and for a split-second she waited for the others to come waltzing in. The door stayed closed.

"Stella?" Charlie questioned in surprise. Stella turned her head away from the door and looked at him. He laughed a little. "I guess I should have expected to see you here." Stella smiled at him. It had been too long.

YAY! Chapter one done. So, the first chapter (for myself at least) is always the toughest. Hopefully with your feedback, I can become a better writer. Thanks for everything! :)

Hayley's friendship with Blake inspired me to make it be Charlie in detention. I'm sorry but they have the cutest friendship ever. They act like siblings haha. Anyone else watch the "What's What" edition of Lemonade Mouth? "Hayley gave me a bunch of these lame pick-up lines to try out."

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