Disclaimer: I do not own Lemonade Mouth or any of the names used in this chapter. Story cover credit goes to lemonade-stand on tumblr.

The title came from the song of Secondhand Serenade, listen to the song, I somehow incorporated the idea into the story. Honestly, I decided on the title last. I had a hard time thinking on what I should put.

A/N: Hey guys, I present to you my fic for Lemonade Mouth. I've had a lot of ideas for fics but I've had one concrete idea so far so I wanna share it. I've got a lot planned for this fic, and I'm surely entering the mature zone in which doesn't really comply with Disney. (Haha, it's true.) Hoping that the fandom is still alive despite the long announced cancellation of a sequel for the movie (it still is a bummer for me, really). Enjoy and read if you wish. I know there are still remaining lemon heads out there in the fandom. Send me a review about what you think. I have a long way to go here.

It's been a really long time since their freshman year of highschool. It's also been a long time since the group of misfits have met in detention to eventually form a band that would give a difference in their town and in the perspectives of other people. It's also been a long time since their interview with Moxy. That big reveal turned out to really just be an excuse for Mo to get out of that situation with her father about the relationship she had with Scott. It's been years and Olivia still has that stuck in her mind. She still remembers the time when she talked to Wen and he asked her if it was true. They had still been friends through the years but things were never the same again. It's been hard having to live through it over the years, and until now, things still aren't fully resolved with her feelings. She never went into serious relationships, she wanted to but she never got to the point where she could push herself to fully be committed to a certain person other than him, she never lost her feelings for him at all. And besides, she was still scared and awkward Olivia as always, just a bit toned down. They didn't talk much anymore. She pretty much drifted quite away from him. He tried to reach her but she always reasoned that she was busy with college and grad school. When he tried to reach her during summer, she would reason out that she was visiting her dad back in Pennsylvania where he was still detained. After a few years, he reached her less. He probably realized that his efforts didn't go anywhere. The five of them didn't get to see each other much anyway. Mo was in New York going to Med School while Charlie was back in Ohio once his parents decided to move there, he went to college in a university there but he still visited occasionally when he could. Stella was stationed in California after her mom got a job over there, even her little brothers got an opportunity to showcase their talents with building toys, Stella was still her usual self as an activist. And Wen, well, he was still in Rhode Island. He invested his time with helping his dad's business. They were the closest with each other when it came to home distances, but they were the farthest when it came to communication.

With that, she still achieved her dreams after their successful time as Lemonade Mouth. After getting her college degree in English, she went to grad school to pursue her masters in literature. She's always been a lover for the arts through words. She grew up with her grandmother as a child, even until her adolescence. She was always supplied with books, mostly the classics. As a teenager, she wrote letters to her dad in prison. She never lost her love for writing and literature.

She was sitting in her backyard, leaning against the bottom of a tree and reading another book under the blue sky. Her curly blonde hair was down and fell onto her left shoulder. She tried to change how she dressed or how she looked but nothing will ever change her as who she is. The place was quiet too, other than the occasional tweets of the birds flying around in the sky. It seemed peaceful. Her grandmother had died a few years back having succumbed to her old age. It broke Olivia's heart losing the only family she grew up with, but her friends didn't leave her alone. They were there for her along the way. She now lived alone in the house she grew up in. She thought about moving out and getting a place of her own where it was enough for one person. But she just couldn't let the house go or put it up for sale. There were just too much memories and happenings that lived with the house, happy or sad, the house was a part of her.

A few more words through the book she was reading and the doorbell rang. She put the book down and dusted off the skirt of the dress she was wearing. She also straightened her cropped denim jacket set over the white tank top. She went back inside to answer whoever was at the door, but she looked through the window at whoever it was outside. Looking through, she saw Mo. She immediately opened the door to welcome her Indian friend.

"Mo! Oh my god! How are you? When did you get in?" Olivia asked after their squeals and they hugged each other out.

"Well, here I am. Fresh out of Medical School. I just got in last night, wanted to surprise you guys," Mo smiled excitedly. Nothing really changed about Mo, she was still the supportive smart friend she is.

"Have you visited the others? Why didn't you call us for your graduation. You know we wanted to go, but you never gave away the date of the event," Olivia told her friend. It was true, they weren't updated about Mo's graduation. None of them flew to New York at that occasion because they didn't know when it was going to happen.

"Oh, come on. I meant for that to happen. It's fine, really," Mo held on to her friend's hands as she explained.

"Oh, come on in first." Olivia laughed as she forgot that they were still outside. They went in the living room and let Mo sit comfortably on the sofa. Olivia went to the kitchen to grab some drinks for the both of them. Surely, there's gonna be a long conversation for catching up. Olivia brought in a tray with a pitcher filled with their favorite lemonade along with two glasses and placed it onto the coffee table. She took a seat beside Mo.

"It's been a long time Mo. I know we still had our communication, but, with you being busy in Med School, those times were too seldom," Olivia said.

"I know, it was rough, and I can finally say I survived after all those years," she let out a sigh of relief. Olivia smiled at that.

"How are things?" Olivia asked.

"Well, as you know, I finally graduated Med School and could pursue my dream as a doctor. Baba and Maa are really happy as well, Madhu is now a freshman in highschool," Madhu was Mo's little sister. "Oh, and yeah, I have great news,"

"What is it?" Olivia asked, curious at whatever her friend was about to tell her.

Mo brought her hand up and showed a diamond ring on her finger, "I'm engaged," she gave a huge grin.

"Oh my god, Mo! Congratulations!" Olivia replied. She took her friends hand to have a better look at the ring, "Wow, that is a BIG rock," she commented.

"I was surprised, too. Didn't know Scott had it in him," Mo replied.

"After all these years, even after whatever happened in high school, you guys still managed to get through it and reach this point. I'm really happy for you, Mo." Olivia said and hugged her friend.

"Thanks Olivia," Mo said and released herself from their hug.

"When's the big day?" she asked.

"Just a month away, we want to keep it simple. We don't want a big wedding so theirs no need to have it too long away. There's not much planning to do anyway," Mo shrugged.

"Well, that's good. Who's invited?"

"Not much. Just you guys, a few of Scott's friends, a few of my friends from Medical School and a few friends back from Mesa High. My family and Scott's. That's it." Mo replied to her friend's question.

"Oh, so anyway, have you shown yourself to the other guys?" Olivia asked.

"No, actually. I wanted it to be a surprise. And I wanted to ask for your help," Mo hesitated for a while but asked Olivia anyway.

"Sure, anything." Olivia assured.

"I was hoping if we could all meet here at your house, have a little get together in your backyard. You know we had good times in your backyard, even though there were still painful times spent back there," Mo gave a sad smile.

She was right. It was in her backyard that she and Wen finally got to spend some alone time together to write the first song they performed at the bash, it was in her backyard that they bonded after her cat Nancy died, it was in her backyard that they spent their time just staring up at the sky and naming the odd shapes of the clouds, it was in her backyard where she got the news that her dad was being moved from Rhode Island prison to Pennsylvania. But even though, she had doubts about Mo's plan. People might be busy and not be able to come back to Rhode Island, but Mo insisted. She wanted to tell everyone the great news personally and not just through the phone.

"Come one, Olivia. Please, school just ended. And I know for sure that I'm the last one to get out of school here. I'm sure they're not busy at all. It's almost summer, it's vacation, nobody's busy. Please," Mo pleaded very much. She even gave that stupid puppy dog pout people would do if they wanted something badly. She stuck her bottom lip out and gave those sad eyes. Mo was lucky she had big round and brown eyes, they did good with this pout.

A few seconds later, Olivia couldn't resist Mo's pleading. She always had a soft spot for anything cute and her friend. "Oh, fine," Olivia said, surrendering to Mo's pout, "But you've gotta help me here," Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Yes!" Mo jumped with glee. "I swear I'm gonna help you, but you have to make sure that it would just seem like you invited me as well. That's how we're gonna play it. They might get mad at me for not showing up to them first anyway," Mo laughed and so did Olivia.

But there was this nervousness behind her laughter, there was also this fear after agreeing to Mo's plan. She had no problem with seeing the others. After a few years of being successful in the music industry, all five of them decided to take on their own paths in life and fulfill what they really dreamed individually. She missed them, but she knows that she still couldn't feel at ease being around Wen. He might not know it, but she still likes him. She never lost her feelings for him. After what happened years ago at that tv show, things just drifted apart and changed. She didn't know if she was ready to talk to him or see him again. She didn't know what was going on with his life anymore.

Just a little more into her thoughts and before she could answer more, Daisy, her cat, entered the room out of nowhere. Mo was surprised and Olivia picked her up to set the cat on her lap. Mo thought she was adorable, and petted the cat on its head. Daisy was once the little kitten that Wen gave her years ago, before Sydney and Wen's dad got married. The cat had light blue eyes and grey-and-white striped fur. She wore a light blue color with a heart stating her name. It did pain Olivia knowing that this wonderful cat of hers came from someone who hurt her unknowingly. But he doesn't know that, and besides, she loves cats. Daisy was the only one that kept her company after Gram died. The cat now relaxed and began to doze off on Olivia's lap.

"I can't believe it's been years. I remember when I saw her and she was still a little kitty. She's the one gave you, right?" Mo asked.

Olivia only gave a nod and a sad smile as she continued to stroke her sleeping cat's back. Daisy was still purring though.

"You still haven't forgotten him, have you? I mean, your feelings haven't changed after all these years," Mo asked again, she could feel the vibe from Olivia, it was sad and sorrowful.

Olivia nodded again but even her sad smile disappeared. The strokes she gave Daisy became slower and lighter.

"It's gonna be fine, Olivia. Things will go better, I'm here," Mo reassured to her friend. She was trying her best to comfort Olivia, knowing how fragile she is.

Olivia just stayed quiet and nodded at Mo's comment. She looked at Daisy and thought about the day Wen had given her the cat. It was such a special gift, and she was very touched. He knew how much she loved Nancy and he tried his best to make her happy by means of giving her a new cat to take care of. Daisy was nothing like Nancy but she sure is special too.

"I'll give them a call and make sure everything would be in place," Olivia finally spoke and looked up at Mo, giving her a genuine smile.

"I'll be the one to call Wen, don't worry," Mo again assured Olivia, it was the least she could do for her.

"Thank you, Mo," she smiled at her Indian friend and continued to stroke Daisy's back.

When Mo left, Olivia made some calls over to Stella and Charlie. Whilst being in Caifornia, Stella didn't do much. She had a part time job at her mom's laboratory but she was more than happy to know that she had an excuse to leave her job for at least a few days. Stella said that she'd be back in Rhode Island in a few days, specifically on Saturday. It was Tuesday and she still had to buy a plane ticket for herself. Since there was no specific date on when the other guys would be able to arrive, they would just plan it after they found out if their schedules fitted. After calling Stella, she typed in Charlie's number to give him a ring. He answered after a few rings and said their hellos. Charlie said he could return to Rhode Island, he could ask for a leave in the music store he worked in. It sold CDs and instruments of different kinds, he was in charge of the instruments. He said he would be arriving in two days, a few days before Stella. That would leave him time to crash at Wen's if he was permitted to. The thought of Wen gave a stinging feeling to her again. She wasn't obliged to call Wen, Mo said it herself that she would do the calling to Wen. Even though Olivia and Wen were the only ones left in Rhode Island and they were the closest living to each other, she still didn't bother to call him.

Olivia decided to play some music and switch from classical to a different genre. She looked at the stack of CDs placed on top of a shelf beside the radio, it was filled with different cds from different artists like Celine Dion, Frank Sinatra, heck, even Elvis Presley was part of the pile. But she decided to play one of her favorites, the first CD that was produced for Lemonade Mouth. She took the case and placed the CD into the player. 'Determinate' immediately played. She played their first CD, 'Live at the Bash'. The AV Club helped them produce the CD and even got some profits, this also helped get their song to play onto the radio. She remembered the first time before she heard the song, Wen had called her to put it on 'WRIZ' on which it was playing. She called Mo and the others as well to bring the news. Oh, those were the good days. In the middle of the chorus, into Wen's rapping, the doorbell rang. She wondered who could it be at this time of day, she expected no one else.

Mo just left and she made sure she was going to return the next day, was it that she forgot something? Olivia made sure nothing was left out of the ordinary and decided to check whoever it is at the door. She exited the living room and went to check, This time, she didn't look out the window beside the door. She just turned the knob and opened it. She was flushed to see who was standing outside. She was surprised to find Wen's younger sister outside the door. She was grown up now since the last time they had seen each other during their days in Lemonade Mouth. As Olivia knows, Georgie was going into the 8th grade now.

"Georgie, hey," Olivia acknowledged the presence of the girl, still surprised.

"Hey Olivia," Georgie gave a small wave back at the blonde girl. Georgie was a pretty girl, she had little and tiny freckles on her cheeks but she was a brunette. She had chocolate brown eyes to match her luscious brown curls. She wore a blue headband to match the blue cardigan she wore above a faded yellow dress and blue sneakers.

"What brings you hear?" Olivia asked.

"Oh, yeah. My brother wanted to give you something but he doesn't really want to show up just yet," Georgie gave Olivia a box. It wasn't wrapped or decorated like a gift but it was a box presentable enough to give to someone.

"What is it?" Olivia asked as she took the box from Georgie's hands.

"I'm not sure. Wen never told me, he just asked if I could give it to you myself," Georgie shrugged, all innocent girl looking. She was always the sweet type of girl.

"Thanks Georgie," Olivia said.

"You're welcome. It was nice seeing you Olivia!" Georgie said as she turned around to make her way down the steps of Olivia's little porch.

"Wait, you're not staying?" Olivia asked as she stopped Georgie who has already made her way a meter away from the steps.

"It's fine, I have to visit a friend. See ya, Olivia!" Georgie waved as she went to take a ride on the bike she left laying down on the grass. Olivia waved at the little girl before she made her way onto the sidewalk.

Olivia shut the door behind her and looked at the box in her hands, wondering whatever it was that was inside. She also thought of why would Wen give something like this to her. There was nothing special about today or any of the days that went by. She decided to give it a look and opened the box. She opened it to see a picture frame with a photo of them at Rising Star back in their highschool days. She laughed at the image cause they really looked miserable. They were standing side by side, hand in hand. Mo still looked flushed with her nose red due to the fever and cold she had, Charlie still had his fingers wrapped due to the accident he had that broke it and it even looked like it itched bad. Stella, even though nothing seemed wrong with her, seemed like she was about to cry. Olivia even chuckled at her own expression, also seemed like she was about to cry, but her throat also swelled a bit, showing the sign on why she had that strained voice at that day. Wen with his bruised eye, it had turned lighter and pinkish rather than being the violet and bluish color it had at first. Scott was at the far end right, his guitar slung onto him when he helped them regain that spotlight. They may not have won, but that night surely served as one of the most memorable days ever. Especially since the crowd themselves continued the song and stood up for them. Olivia smiled at the memory.

She looked back in the box to find a letter. She took the pink envelope and opened it. She took out the folded paper and flipped it open, it had Wen's handwriting.

Dear Olivia,

It's been a long time since we got to talk and have a proper conversation. Whenever I tried to reach you, it's either you aren't available or you aren't around. You never seemed to have time when I tried. Even during the holidays or on your birthdays, I couldn't reach you, so I just left messages. I hope you got to read them, you never responded either. Anyway, here's a little something to keep up for the special days I missed. It's one of the best memories of our band, hang it on the wall with the other photos you cherished. At least I'll know that you at least had another thing to add to your precious treasures. I hope to see you soon, Olivia. Let me know when Georgie had brought you this gift. Till next time. Smiles.

Your friend,
Wen

Olivia smiled after reading the letter. It pained her to think about him but it also made her feel at ease that he was still there, trying to reach out to her. He wanted to see her soon, and eventually they will get to. In a few more days, when Mo makes her big announcement to the others, they will be able to see each other again after all those years. How would she take it in to finally see him again? What would she put herself through. For now, she has to get ready. Anything could happen, anything could have happened through the years.

A/N: There you go guys, I present to you the first chapter to my LM fic. There's a lot to come so stay tuned. I love you lemon heads, let me know if the fandom is still alive. Hit fave and follow if you wish. Send me reviews. ;)

P.S: The name of Olivia's cat, the one Wen gave to her, I'll leave you a trivia. The name was the one used in the second book by Mark Peter Hughes. :)