It's been so long since Charlie death. We all know who caused it. But, we can't tell you that until later. Maybe chapter five? But, the worst that had it was Mo and Wen.
Wen and Charlie knew each other before Lemonade Mouth. Before High School even. They were like brothers since pre-school. But, in High School, they grew apart. Then, they just didn't hang out anymore. Charlie liked drums, Wen liked piano. Charlie was full of joy and happiness. Wen was quiet and calm. They were just grateful that they ended up in Lemonade Mouth so that they could be best friends again.
I think you could guess why this was heavy on Mo. She loves him. Now everyone loved Charlie. But she was in love with Charlie. Of course Scott was in the way of telling him. But Charlie was gone. Forever. There was no telling him.
WEN
Charlie and I were on our way to get some snacks. We were all sleeping at my house. We were messing around in the car. Charlie was punching me hard. I was laughing.
"Dude! OW! STOP! OKAY! MERCY UNCLE! UNCLE!" I yelled. He stopped.
"So Wen. How are you and Olivia?" He asked grinning.
"So Charlie how's you and Mo?" I shot back. He rolled his eyes.
I came up to a red light. We stopped. But when we did, some idiot crashed into up. We looked back. Then we heard a truck honk. We looked quickly. But, it was too late. The truck crashed into us. The car flipped eight times and landed upside down. I held my arm in pain. I looked over to my best friend to see him unconscious.
Wen woke up in the ambulance. The paramedic sighed in relief. But still torn for not being able to save another one. Wen moved a little. Wondering where his best friend was.
"Where is he?" He asked in a weak voice. "Where's Charlie?"
The paramedic hushed him. And wrapping bandages on his wounds. Wen looked downwards and saw an arm sticking out of a sheet. The sheet had blood on it. The arm had worse wounds then Wen's. He soon put all of it together. His eyes widen and filled with tears.
"Charlie?" He asked quietly. "Charlie?" He asked again a little louder.
He reached over and grabbed the hand. Hoping, praying, that it would take his hand it never did. Wen knew who it was. That made the tears in his eyes pour out. He started to try to get up, put the paramedic forced him down trying to get Wendell to relax. He pushed the paramedic off.
"CHARLIE!"He screamed. "Charlie get up! PLEASE! PLEASE CHARLIE! OH MY GOD NO! CHARLE! I'M SORRY CHARLIE! THIS IS FAULT I'M SORRY CHARLIE!" The paramedic tried to get him to calm down, but Wendell just pushed him away. "THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND!"
The paramedic cried as he watched Wendell bawl for his best friend.
