"Stella, please listen!" Charlie Delgado, drummer, was nagging Stella Yamada, lead guitarist, about something after the Madison Square Garden concert, and Stella was getting really annoyed.
"What, Charlie?" Stella snapped, and Charlie gulped in nervousness.
"Just listen." Charlie said, and Stella sighed, motioning her hand to let him talk. "You have to help me write a song for the girl I like."
"Who?" Stella screamed. "Victoria? No. I don't like her. In fact, I hate her. She tried to ruin my guitar, Charlie! She already broke my acoustic, and now I have to get another one!" Stella stormed off, and Charlie sighed. He knew that Stella would think about Victoria when he asked a question like that, but he couldn't help it. He did like a girl, but it wasn't Victoria.
"Charlie, why is Stella pissed off and throwing her lemonade can everywhere?" Olivia White, the lead singer, asked, and Charlie's eyes widened. Nobody throws lemonade cans anywhere unless something is seriously bothering them.
"Give me your phone, Liv." Charlie said, and Olivia handed her phone over to him. He quickly dialed a number and pressed the phone to his ear. Seeing how Charlie was pissed off as well, Olivia left his dressing room and let Charlie talk.
"Hello?" A voice asked.
"Hey, Victoria, it's Charlie." Charlie didn't want to do this, but he didn't like Victoria anymore. He really never did.
"Oh, hey, Charlie! What's up? Was your concert good?" Victoria fired questions at him, and Charlie sighed.
"Look, Victoria, I'm really sorry about this, but I... um..." Charlie said nervously, breaking off at the end.
"You want to break up with me because we don't have a spark anymore, is that it?" Victoria summarized, and Charlie gasped. "I know Charlie. I sort of feel the same way."
"Look, I'm really sorry about this." Charlie said.
"Don't be." Victoria said, and Charlie heard a tone of jealousy in her voice. He quickly hung up before she could accuse him of anything, and he sighed, deleting Victoria's number from Olivia's phone. He ran out of the dressing room and found that Mo Banjaree, bass player, and Scott Pickett, rhythm guitarist, were making out. Sighing, he turned to go to Olivia's dressing room and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Olivia said, and Charlie opened the door to see Wen Gifford, keyboardist, sitting on the couch and Olivia sitting next to him.
"Um, thanks for letting me use your phone." Charlie said.
"It had to be done." Olivia said, knowing exactly who Charlie called, and he exited the dressing room, looking for Stella.
Charlie found Stella in her dressing room, holding a can of Mel's Lemonade, and she looked like she was crying.
"What's wrong, Stell?" Charlie asked, and Stella looked up.
"My parents got a job transfer. I'm moving." Stella sobbed, and Charlie sat down on the floor next to her.
"I'm so sorry Stella." Charlie said, and Stella scooted closer to him. Charlie hugged her, and Stella gave in to him and sobbed into his shirt. "I - um, we, don't want you to move." Charlie said, and Stella caught his slip-up, but didn't say anything about it. "If only you could live at my house. Maybe you wouldn't have to move." Then Charlie got an idea. "Wait! Maybe you can stay at my house when your family moves so you don't have to move and so Lemonade Mouth can stay together!"
Stella looked up at him and sniffed. "You would really do that for me?" Charlie nodded, and he pulled his phone out and called his parents.
"Mom, can Stella live with us?" Charlie asked. "Her parents are moving to..." He looked at Stella, who mouthed 'Rhode Island'. "Rhode Island and we don't want the band to be broken up." He looked at Stella and crossed his fingers. "Really? Thanks, mom. You're the best!" Charlie hung up, and he smiled at Stella. "You can live with us as long as it's okay with your parents." Stella hugged him happily, and Charlie was shocked, but he returned the hug.
"Now I have to call my parents and ask them." Stella said, and Charlie nodded.
"I'll leave you to talk to them." Charlie said, and Stella nodded, taking her phone out of the purse on the dresser. Seeing Charlie's raised eyebrow, she glared at him, and he left the room.
"So, Charlie, did you and Stella make up?" Olivia asked, and Charlie nodded. "Okay, I have to ask her something." Charlie stood in front of the door, and Olivia tried to push him out of the way.
"Stella's calling her parents to see if she can live with me because her parents are moving to Rhode Island." Charlie let out in one breath, and Olivia gasped.
"She might be moving to Rhode Island?" Olivia said, and Charlie nodded. Olivia almost started to cry, but Stella opened the door.
"I can stay." Stella said, and Charlie hugged her tightly. Stella hugged him back, and Olivia just watched this cute moment between the two band members. After a few minutes, they hadn't let go, so Olivia cleared her throat. "Oh, sorry." Charlie set her down, and after looking at Stella, walked to his dressing room turning red from embarrassment. Olivia hugged Stella tightly, and she whispered in Stella's ear.
"So, what's with you and Charlie?" Stella pulled away, surprised, and Olivia put her hands on her hips. "Don't look at me like that; I know that you like him." Stella laughed.
"Let's deal with you and Wen first, silly." Olivia blushed. "I knew you liked him!" Wen came out of his dressing room just then.
"Olivia likes who?" Wen asked, and Olivia motioned for Stella to be quiet, but Stella smirked.
"Olivia likes this redhead named Wen Gifford. Did you know that he plays keyboard and raps? He's in this band called Lemonade Mouth. Ever heard of him?" Stella walked into her dressing room and closed the door, leaving Olivia and Wen outside to talk.
"Who's this Wen guy, Olivia?" Wen asked, and Olivia blushed. "I have to meet him. Oh, and I like someone too."
"Who?" Olivia asked.
"Well, she's a really pretty and smart blonde named Olivia White, and she plays guitar and sings for this band called Lemonade Mouth." With that, Wen hugged her, and Olivia hugged him back.
"You like me?" Olivia asked, and Wen nodded.
"Who wouldn't like you?" Wen asked, and Olivia blushed. Wen kissed her cheek, and then he went into his dressing room.
"Okay, Olivia, why are you smiling so much?" Stella asked, coming out of her dressing room. Olivia stopped smiling, but she ended up smiling again.
"Wen just told me that he likes me." Olivia said. "And then he kissed my cheek." Stella cheered, and Olivia looked at her in surprise.
"I was wondering when he would tell you!" Stella said loudly. "Charlie! You owe me twenty bucks!" She ran to Charlie's dressing room and disappeared inside. "He told her just now! You and Scott both owe me twenty bucks." After hearing Stella scream at Charlie for a minute - no matter how funny and entertaining it was for her - Olivia went into her dressing room, and saw that Wen was sitting there on her couch. She closed and locked the door.
"What's up, Wen?" Olivia asked nervously, and Wen smiled at her, getting up from his seat and walked to her.
"Will you be my girlfriend, Olivia?" Wen asked, and Olivia gasped.
"Of course, Wen!" She exclaimed, and she hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He hugged her back, and he pulled away. Before he could do anything, Olivia kissed him softly. Being shocked, he didn't kiss back. "Oh, um, sorry." Olivia said, and Wen smiled.
"Don't be." Wen kissed her, and Olivia kissed him back intensely. Since Wen was taller, he picked her up so he wouldn't have to lean down as far. When they pulled apart for air, Wen's hair was completely messed up, and Olivia was flushed red.
"Best first/second kiss ever." They said in unison, and they leaned in to kiss each other again when there was a knock on the door. Wen quickly sat on the couch, and Olivia unlocked the door, opening it to reveal Stella, who was out of breath.
"We have to go now." Stella said, and she left the doorway. Olivia shrugged at Wen and grabbed her things. Wen followed her, and they boarded the new tour bus. Stella was sitting in a top bunk, drinking a can of Mel's Lemonade. Charlie was sitting across from her in the same bunk also drinking a can of lemonade, and they were laughing about something. Mo was sitting in the back on a chair, and Scott was sleeping in a bottom bunk, snoring his head off. Olivia went to go sit with Mo, and Wen took a bunk and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
"Charlie, where do you learn all these jokes?" Stella asked, laughing so hard that her lemonade almost fell out of her hand.
"TV and my brother." Charlie replied, and Stella laughed. Charlie loved trying to make Stella smile, because he thought her smile was beautiful.
"Okay, so tell Wen the iMaster joke when he wakes up!" Stella whispered, and Charlie nodded. He reached for her lemonade, because it was about to splash everywhere, but she snapped, "Don't touch that!"
"That's what she said..." Charlie said quietly, and they were both in tears, laughing so hard that Stella almost fell out of her bunk bed. By then it was around midnight, so they were quieter, but they were still laughing.
"I'm going to sleep, Stell-bell." Charlie said, and he climbed out of Stella's bunk. "Good night."
"Night Charles." Stella smirked, and Charlie rolled his eyes, but he smiled his famous heart-throbbing grin and went into his bunk.
They sure were right when Charlie was a heart throb. Stella said, and then she blinked. I mean, no, they weren't. Stella finished her lemonade and went to bed, knowing that she was going have to wake up super early because of Mo and Olivia.
Charlie woke up in the middle of the night and got out of his top bunk. The other belonged to his best friend, Stella Yamada. He walked to the back of the bus and took out a notebook from a hiding place behind the Mel's Lemonade Machine. He had a dream about stars, the moon, and Stella, so he decided to write a song.
I don't really know how to write a song,
But I figured I would try,
I'll probably get the lyrics wrong,
I can hear your exasperated sigh.
It's simple yet so hard to write,
With you standing in the room,
But I never got anything right,
And you chase away the gloom
This is simply a poem,
Being sung out loud,
And once you know 'em,
You won't have to turn around,
Let's add the guitar,
A little bass too,
This is simply a song,
Written, just for you.
Charlie finished the music of the song, but not the lyrics (because he felt that there was something missing), and went to bed, planning to give the group the song later so they could play it during the next concert, which was in a couple of days.
Stella was surprisingly the first band member awake. She crawled out of her bunk to see that Wen had gotten up in the middle of the night and was now sleeping in Olivia's bunk with his arms wrapped around her waist. Scott's curtain was closed, but Stella could still hear him snoring his head off. Mo was in her bunk, but Stella only knew this because nobody in their right mind would sleep in the same bunk as a snoring man, much less a snoring Scott.
"Morning, Stell." Stella turned to hear Charlie shuffling into a chair next to the vending machine. Stella, knowing that Charlie had hidden a notebook behind it, went behind the machine and took his notebook. Charlie was too tired to notice, until her words finally made him aware.
"Interesting song, Charles." Stella said, looking at a page with the title, "Simply a Song", and Charlie moved to take the notebook from her hands.
"Um, that's private." Charlie said, blushing deep red. Stella took a pen out of her pajama pants' pocket and started writing.
"What are you doing, Stella?" Charlie almost shouted, but Stella shushed him.
"I'm finishing your song, what does it look like?" Stella whispered back to him, and Charlie sighed. He didn't want to get punched in the gut at seven in the morning on a moving bus. Sleeping in a moving bus already made him car sick. After a few minutes, Stella handed him back the notebook. Charlie read over the lyrics she put down, and he smiled wide.
"They're perfect, Stell." Charlie said, and Stella smiled at him.
"I do try." Stella said, and they both laughed. They talked for a while until the rest of the band woke up. Surprisingly, Olivia and Wen were holding hands.
"Did you finally ask her out, Gifford?" Stella asked Wen, and Olivia nodded. "You two still owe me my twenty bucks, Charlie, Scott." Scott gave her a twenty, and Charlie shook his head.
"When we get home." Charlie said, and Stella nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.
"Anyway, guys." Stella said once everyone was sitting at the table. "Charlie wrote a song that's pretty good, in my opinion." Everyone turned to look at Charlie, and he sighed.
"Thanks a lot, Stell." Charlie said, and she smirked at him. Charlie pulled out his notebook and showed everybody the song.
"Wow, Charlie." Mo said. "It's really good!" Charlie smiled, and he handed each person their part. Wen had keyboard and the lyrics he'd be rapping, Mo had bass, Olivia had guitar, Scott had rhythm guitar, Charlie had the drum part, and Stella had been given the singing part.
"Stella wrote the second verse and the bridge." Charlie said, and Stella blushed.
"Let's just practice!" Stella said, and the band got excited.
The band members were performing a concert at Red Rock Stadium in Denver, Colorado, and now it was time to play their new song. Stella handed her guitar to Olivia and took the mike.
"All right, guys!" Stella said. "For the last song, we will be singing a new song called Simply a Song (A/N: I wrote this song so please don't look for it on YouTube or anything. I hope it's a good song!). Hope you enjoy!" Olivia started the guitar part, and the song immediately sounded more country than pop.
"I don't really know how to write a song,
But I figured I would try,
I'll probably get all the lyrics wrong,
I can hear your exasperated sigh.
It's simple yet so hard to write,
With you standing in the room,
But I never got anything right,
And you chase away the gloom.
This is simply a poem,
Being sung out loud,
And once you know 'em,
You won't have to turn around,
Let's add the guitar,
A little bass too,
This is simply a song,
Written just for you.
Written just for you.
It's midnight now, I should probably get some sleep
You don't know how you've affected me
I hope this dream ends before my alarm clock goes beep,
You wish I knew just how much you care about me!
I've told you once before but I can't write a song,
If only you had listened to me.
I wish that you would just play along,
And listen to my beautiful melody!
This is simply a poem,
Being sung out loud,
And once you know 'em,
You won't have to turn around,
Let's add the guitar,
A little bass too,
This is simply a song, written just for you.
Written just for you." Stella then threw the mike back to Wen, who caught it, and he started rapping.
"You leave me out here standing in the rain, nothing more to say,
The tears are drying, I ain't crying, I was trying to say,
You don't know the effect you got on me, but my world's just tilted its gravity,
Yeah, saying I can't rap is like saying the sun don't shine,
'Cause you know this is my time." Wen handed the microphone back to Stella, and Mo held out a high note as Stella sang the chorus again.
"This is simply a poem,
Being sung out loud,
And once you know 'em,
You won't have to turn around,
Let's add the guitar,
A little bass too,
This is simply a song, written just for you.
Written just for you." Stella spoke the next line.
"Huh, I guess I can write a song!" By the end of their song, the crowd was going absolutely crazy, and Stella bowed.
"Thank you! I hope you enjoyed the show! Good night!" Stella said, and we exited the stage.
"That was amazing, Charlie!" Olivia said, and Stella hugged Charlie tightly. When the rest of the band saw this, they quietly slipped away.
"Best song ever, Charles." Stella said in Charlie's ear, and he turned red.
"Best voice ever, Stells." Charlie said, and Stella turned red. I can't believe I just said that to her face! Charlie thought, but Stella was okay with it.
"We should go." Stella said, and Charlie nodded. The band was already in the bus with their lemonade cans.
"I loved playing the guitar on that song, Charlie." Olivia said, and Charlie blushed again, but not as red as he had before when Stella had complimented him. "I'm glad that Stella got to sing that song. Her voice totally fit with that, right?" The rest of the band nodded, and Stella smiled.
"Thanks, guys!" Stella said, and she smiled broadly. Charlie caught her eye and winked at her, causing Stella to turn red, and Olivia and Mo caught this silent exchange. "Let's sleep!" The band cheered, and in less than five minutes, Scott was snoring with his curtains closed again, Wen and Olivia were cuddled in her bunk (with the curtains closed for privacy), Mo was sleeping, and Charlie and Stella were in Stella's top bunk sleeping after telling each other jokes (which clearly didn't last very long). But the band - especially Mo and Olivia - was totally right about them liking each other, because Stella and Charlie were sleeping with Stella's head on his chest and Charlie's arms wrapped around her tightly.
Please tell me what you think about it! Reviews just make my day! I literally had to write this because I simply ADORE Starlie, Wenlivia, and Scohini, and there aren't enough Starlie stories out there!