So, I was babysitting the night of the Lemonade Mouth premiere, and the kids I was babysitting wanted to watch it. I was going to let them watch while I did my paper for school, but of course I got distracted by the movie and the paper never got done. Anyway, I actually sort of liked it and came up with this. Wen and Olivia were so cute, and I wondered what would've happened if the scene at her house when they were writing "Determinate" went on a little longer. So here you go!

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"I like when you smile."

Olivia and Wen quickly looked away from each other, a pink tint gracing both of their faces. The two sputtered words out, and Olivia finally proposed they continue writing the song, both to get it done and avoid anymore instances like this one.

"So, before, you were gonna tell me about your Dad and then you stopped. What's up?" Wen took a sip of his lemonade, sinking back farther into the comfortable couch in Olivia's living room. The two had the song finished about an hour ago and had resorted to just talking when they moved inside after it got dark.

Olivia choked on her drink, coughing and bringing a hand to her chest.

"Woah, you okay?" Wen placed his hand on her back, pulling it away when he felt a spark shoot up his arm. They'd been doing this for days; both feeling shocks whenever they so much as brushed a hand against the others, and it was becoming painfully obvious to everyone, not just them, that there was more than just friendship going on.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She placed her glass on a coaster on the coffee table beside the couch, and sunk back into the cushions just as Wen had only a minute before.

"I just...I don't like to talk about it much...him much, I mean. There's a lot people don't know about me, Wen. I'm afraid if I tell them, they won't stick around. That's why I've kept to myself." She wrapped her arms around her knees as they met her chest and placed her head on top of them.

"Olivia," Wen tentatively placed a hand on her leg, keeping it there even when he felt the jolt of electricity, "I'm your friend. You can trust me. Nothing you say can make me like you any less. I promise." He squeezed her leg, assuring to her that he was being sincere.

Olivia hesitated and sighed before picking her head up and meeting his eyes.

"He's in jail."

Wen couldn't help the look of surprise, and Olivia rolled her eyes. She all but jumped off the couch and stood up, turning away.

"See, I knew you'd react like that. You don't have to hang out any longer; you probably don't want to stay knowing I'm the daughter of a criminal."

She walked as fast as she could, trying to get out of the room and Wen followed her, grabbing her arm and pulling her around to face him.

"Woah, woah. Olivia," he placed his hands on her shoulders, "I'm sorry, I was just surprised. I want to stay. Your dad's mistakes have nothing to do with who you are."

Olivia blushed for the hundredth time that night and sat back down on the couch, Wen following suit.

She hesitated, not knowing if she should tell him what she had told no one before. He seemed sincere enough, but could she really trust him? She stared at him for a second, taking in his smile that she'd only seen him use for her and his eyes that are always so full of life. She could trust him, she just knew it.

"After my Mom died...he changed. Things were hard, you know? She was a nurse, and he was a mechanic. We never had a lot of money, but it wasn't an issue when they were both working. When it was just him, we struggled. He got laid off from his job a few months after the funeral, and when he did, he went ballistic. He loved me, I know he did, but he wasn't thinking of the effects his actions would have on me when he did what he did," Wen listened to intently, taking her story in. He really didn't understand how this girl, who was so nice and kind to everyone, could have such a tragic past.

Olivia put her head down, trying to find the strength to continue talking. Wen timidly moved his hand to take the one she had clutching her thigh, afraid she would pull away. She didn't though, and instead laced their fingers together, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"He was mad, furious even," she continued, clutching his hand before speaking again, "and decided he wanted him to pay. The night of my tenth birthday, we went to dinner and he said that he needed to make a quick stop before we went home. He thought I didn't know we were headed to the garage. He thought I didn't notice him pull a gun from the backseat, and that I didn't see the enraged look on his face. He thought I didn't hear the shot and the cry of his boss."

Olivia was bawling at that point, and Wen used all of his courage and pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her. Her hands flew around his neck and she clung to him as if the hug was the only thing keeping her alive.

"He got in the car like nothing happened. Like he hadn't just taken a life, taken a husband and a father away from a family. He didn't show any remorse and just drove home, singing along to whatever song played on the radio. He didn't even care, Wen!" She sobbed, burrowing her face into his neck and tightening her arms.

Wen didn't know what to do, but he knew he couldn't let go. Olivia needed to cry, and he could tell she probably hadn't after the incident. Shed just been harboring these feelings for seven years, and it had been taking a toll on her.

"Liv," he lifted a hand and stroked her hair, and action that sent shivers up both their spines, "death can do things to people. It can really mess them up, especially if it was unexpected. People deal with their feelings in different ways, and your Dad just dealt with it using violence,"

He let her cry for a few more minutes before making a decision he had been thinking about since they started talking. He know knew her story, and he owed it to her to tell him his.

"My mom left Dad and I a little over a year ago. She never wanted a kid, and we've always been strangers. She was a really heavy drinker, always stumbling in drunk at all hours of the night. Dad got fed up and told her to choose between the alcohol and us, and well, you can guess which one she chose. The point is, were not our parents, Olivia. We can't let their mistakes define our whole lives, and just because they raised us doesn't mean were destined for the same fate as them."

Olivia sobs had slowed, and she had resorted to sniffling every few seconds. She lifted her head from Wen's shoulder and pulled away from him, straightening up and wiping her eyes.

"Olivia, no," Wen grabbed her hand again, urging her to look at him, "don't do that thing you do where you go back to being tough and acting like whatever happened didn't just happen. You don't have to be strong all the time."

She smiled, a genuine smile that Wen had grown to adore. He still didn't understand how he hadn't noticed her, especially since they had been in school together since kindergarten.

"You're a really good person, Wen," she said, taking a sip of her lemonade, "thank you for listening. Oh, and thanks for that time you told everyone to shut up after I threw up on Mikey Nichols and they all laughed at me. I never thanked you, but I haven't forgotten."

Wen looked incredulously at Olivia, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"You remember that?"

Olivia giggled and rolled her eyes.

"Of course I do. That's when I first got a crush on you."

Again, they both tinted pink, but this time, they didn't look away. Wen still held Olivia's hand, subconsciously fiddling with the ring on her index finger.

Grams had been watching silently and cleared her throat, smiling as they both jolted out of their locked gaze.

"I better be going," Wen stood up, stretching his limbs out and grabbing his bag.

"Yeah, it's late. Today was fun though, we definitely have a great new song for the bash." Wen agreed and said goodnight to Olivia's grandmother, stepping on to the porch when the door was opened.

"So, see you tomorrow?" Wen nodded and smiled, turning around and headed down the stairs.

"Wen!" He turned around at hearing his name and came face to face with Olivia. He was quite a bit taller than her, but the same height when he stood a step below her.

"For the record, I think your Mom was crazy to not choose you. You're a great guy," she muttered quietly, and kissed his cheek before saying a quick "goodnight" and returning inside.

Yeah, he was definitely glad Stella told him to help her write a song.

So, it isn't very long, but I'm happy how it came out. This could stay a one shot or possibly continue as extended/missing scenes from the movie. Review, please!