(This story takes place after the extended edition)

Wen

I walked to Olivia's room in the hotel we were staying at. I just had to ask her about what happened today at the interview. I wondered if she really liked me or was just saving Mo. Luckily her room was somewhat near mine or I would've lost the guts. Lemonade Mouth had an entire floor booked for our stay in New York. Just this morning, Moxie Morris had interviewed us. Plus, earlier this week we had performed at Madison Square Gardens. The entire week we had been busy bees.

But now we had another week to just relax. I knew just who I wanted to spend my vacation with. A blond girl who was sweet and shy. The lead singer for Lemonade Mouth. Have you guessed it yet? Yes, Olivia. I've wanted to tell her how I felt ever since yesterday when she said we were dating. We weren't really dating so much as dancing delicately around the subject.

I overheard the rest of the band talking earlier about some bet they made as to how long it would take for us to get together. But I couldn't really complain. Olivia and I were in on the one for Charlie and Mo. But, I'm getting off track; my mind needs to be firmly set on what I'm about to do.

Tentatively, I knocked on Olivia's door half-hoping she'd open it but the other half wanting to run away and hide in a deep, dark hole.

Olivia

I was writing a new song and I was really into it when a knock on the door startled me out of my reverie.

Peeking through the keyhole, I saw that it was Wen so I opened up the door and let him inside.

"Look, I'm really sorry about the mess. I've been songwriting." I said slightly embarrassed. Wen knows how I get when writing songs. Normally, I'm a pretty organized person but when I write all my abandoned ideas sort of pile up around me.

"Hey Olivia", he said not quite meeting my eyes which worried me a little, "about what you said yesterday."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know when we went to see Moxie Morris"

"Oh, that." I chuckled not really sure what to say just chuckling to fill an awkward silence.

"Look Olivia, I really do like you and I came here to wonder if you felt the same." The poor boy looked like he was going to pass out as soon as he said those words.

"Wen, calm down", I tried to reason with him, "If I didn't like you would I really have said what I did?"

"Well, you could have been covering for Mo- wait you do like me?"

"Of course, you big doofus", I laughed and kissed his nose.

"Now come on, I heard the rest of the band is hitting the beach", I said, pulling him up and running downstairs to the lobby.