A/N: I really love the movie Lemonade Mouth. Adam Hicks and Bridget Medler are awesome!
I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. :3
~Silvie (aka Krissie)

"I like when you smile…"

Olivia blushed. It had been a week since Wen had said that to her, and she was still smiling idiotically whenever she thought of it. She didn't know what she thought of Wen; she just knew that he was the only guy in her life that seemed to care about her. Charlie didn't count, mainly because they hardly knew each other. But, she and Wen…they had history.

She hadn't really considered Wen a friend since third grade, when her mother passed away and she just shut out everyone in her life. Her gram was right when she told Wen that he was the first friend Olivia had brought home. Olivia pretty much dropped all of her friends when her mother died. All she had left was her father, gram, and Nancy. She didn't think she'd need anyone else. It wasn't until Stella came from Rhode Island and started causing all sorts of trouble that Olivia finally realized that she needed more than just her gram and her cat. Her father was gone by now—in prison.

Olivia winced, her smile fading as she thought about her father. She knew that she'd have to write to him soon, but she wasn't ready. Not yet. She wasn't ready yet.

"Hey, 'Liv!"

Olivia looked up quickly, snapping out of her daze. "Huh? Oh, hey, Stell." She smiled at one of her best friends. "What's up?"

Stella leaned up against a locker that was next to Olivia's. "You ready for tomorrow?" she asked, grinning. Olivia could tell that Stella was ready, but she wasn't too sure.

"Um…"

"C'mon, 'Liv! It'll be awesome. The song'll be great too." Stella grinned winningly at the lead singer of Lemonade Mouth.

"Well, I know the song will be great," Olivia mumbled. "I just don't think I will be great."

Stella sighed exasperatedly. "Are you still going on about that? You're a great singer, 'Liv, really, you are."

"I dunno…" Olivia looked at the ground, still unsure.
"Wen'll be there," Stella said persuasively.

Olivia's head shot up and she glared at Stella. "I told you not to talk about that!" she hissed.

Stella's dark eyes widened, and then she smirked. "Don't worry, Wen doesn't know. You honestly think I would spread that around?" Olivia noticed that Stella sounded a bit hurt, even though the girl tried to hide it.

"No! No, of course not, Stell." Olivia smiled brightly at her friend. "Really, I'm sorry. I'm just a bit…paranoid, I guess." She smiled sheepishly at Stella, who brightened up considerably.

"Good, and, well. Speak of the devil!" Stella grinned past Olivia, causing the blond girl to turn around. "Hey, Wen!" Stella chirped, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

Olivia smiled at Wen while nudging Stella hard in the ribs. "Hi, Wen."

Wen smiled back at both of them, but his brown eyes were filled with warm as he watched Olivia. "Hey, guys," he greeted them. "Mo and Charlie are waiting for us at the stairs. Shall we?"

Olivia nodded, and walked next to him with Stella racing ahead to join their other bandmates.

"Well, this is it, guys! Our last rehearsal." Stella grinned.

Olivia smiled, and didn't say anything. Her stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies.

"Guys, I can't believe the Halloween bash is tomorrow night," Wen said, grinning excitedly.

"Rising star in a few weeks!" Charlie cheered,

Olivia paused at the stop of the stairs, trying hard not to hyperventilate.

"You okay?" Wen asked, a worried note in his voice.

"Fine, fine, totally fine…" She felt a little better as she saw Wen's concern for her.

"We're all nervous, Olivia," Charlie assured her, trying to make her feel better.

Try terrified," Mo scoffed, but the smile on her face showed support for Olivia's fears.

"Hey, c'mon guys, we're gonna be great!" Stella said, enthusiasm and encouragement in her voice. She paused, grinning. "In fact, I think I know just the thing to make us feel better!"

"Lemonade!" Lemonade Mouth chorused, and Olivia smiled. But, the smile faded as she saw the sign on the lemonade machine.

"Oh no…" she murmured, a feeling of dread passing through her and settling deep in her stomach.