AN: helloooooo! Its good to be back on fanfiction! Lets just say I haven't been on because I've been lacking inspiration. But I'm back! I'd just like to thank all of my followers and everyone that favorited my story Slowly Understanding. I owe them something, so hopefully this will make y'all happy. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Lemonade Mouth, otherwise I wouldn't be writing here.

STELLA

Stella came out of the bus, walking to her house that was a couple of streets away. It was her fifth week of school, and she already had a band, along with five best friends. It was the best feeling in the world. She smiled to herself, watching the teenagers around her scatter to their own houses.

She came up to her house and realized she had forgotten her key. There was a "Crap." and a loud sigh and she sat down on her driveway. Her mom wouldn't be coming home with her brothers for another hour, and her dad was going to be at work until late. She got out her phone, that had recently been ungrounded from her, and called Olivia, who was still at school, doing something Stella didn't know what.

Ring!...Ring!...Ring!

"Stella! You can't call me right now I'm at school, I could get in trouble!" Olivia half-whispered in the phone.

"I know, I'm sorry, it's just-,"

"I can't talk Stella!" Click!

She knew Mo was at violin practice, Wen was in detention, Charlie was at school making up a test and Scott's phone was broken. She had memorized each of her bandmate's schedules, because she was in charge of making gigs for them. Her thoughts were inturrepted by...someone yelling at her?

"Aww! Did poor Yamada get kicked out of her own house?!" said an unfortunately familiar looking teenage boy, who just so happened to be named Ray Beech.

"Shut up Ray!"

"Uh, why should I?"

Stella knew this argument was incredibly stupid, but she had to be like this. "What about you, huh? Are you stalking me?"

"Hah! Yeah, uh no. Actually I sort of live here now. Just moved yesterday."

He pointed to the house across the street. "So I guess we're neighbors now." He said this with an evil grin that made Stella try not to kill him.

How did she miss this?! And why did he move here, of all places! She saw the moving truck a few days ago, but she never took the time to see who it was!

"RAY BEECH! WHY!? WHY HERE!?"

This seemed to make him happy because he continued his evil grin and started to run over to her. "I live to torture you, idiot." he said.

Crap. This was not how Stella planned to spend the rest of the hour.

And there she sat, on her driveway, looking up at the standing Ray Beech, taking turns making rude comments, and talking for the rest of the hour, not even noticing her mom come home.

AN: Sorry, this chapter is HORRIBLE and not really necessary, but I promise it's going somewhere. :) Review!