I Got You: Charlie and Stella Love Story

This is my very first story, so if I'm horrible, I'm apologizing in advance. If you have any tips for me to improve my writing I'd appreciate it! But don't be rude, please, constructive criticism only! If I'm not horrible, then yay! :) I love Lemonade Mouth, so I hope you enjoy this story!

Chapter 1: Heartache

Stella's POV

It was simple - I wasn't Mo.

Mo had the prettiest long brown hair. Mine was short and choppy. Mo made good grades, and respected teachers. I was rebellious and clueless.

Mohini Banjeree was perfect. And what was I? I was Stella.

Guys were attracted to Mo like bees to honey, while I was some sort of repellent. So of course, I didn't get the guy I always wanted since that day in detention. That one day when fate changed my life.

This was always the answer my heart gave me when I asked myself, "Why her?" We became best friends, joined at the hip. I'd been with him through everything. The laughs, the crying. When he needed me, I'd run to him. If there was a blizzard outside, I'd still run with all the stamina I had.

There was a time when he really got hurt, and I was there to pick up the pieces.

There was a knock on the door to my small apartment. I sprinted over to see who would be visiting me on a rainy day at 11:00 at night.

I opened the door slowly to see the one guy that's been on my mind all day, standing right in front of me, soaking wet.

Charlie Delgado. The man I was in love with.

He looked more handsome then ever. With his hair sticking to his face and his shirt sticking to his body, I could've melted right at that moment.

But instead of giving him a smile, I gasped at what else I saw. Charlie's face was also a little bloody, and I could see that he had a black eye.

"Charlie! What happened to you?"

"Can I come in, Stella?" Charlie sounded so broken. It broke my heart.

"Uh, yeah." I stepped to the side to let him in the apartment. He brushed past me and stood awkwardly in the living room.

"Who did this to you?" I asked, leaning towards him to gently touch his face. He flinched at my touch, and I immediately drew my hand back.

"Ashley," Charlie whispered, so softly I had to strain to hear it.

"Ashley? Your girlfriend Ashley? Why would she do this?" Ashley was his girlfriend of four months. They were so happy together, why would she hurt him? I swear, when I see her again, she's dead!

"She um, well she got mad at me because I was...spending so much time with you," Charlie answered.

I felt horrible. "I'm the cause of this? Charlie, I'm so-"

"Don't be," He put a hand on my arm, and instantly I felt an electric shock fly up my arm. If only he felt it too. "It's not your fault."

"I still feel guilty, but okay. So she punched you in the face because of that?"

"No, I told Ashley that she had no problem with me and you being friends before, so she really shouldn't be jealous. Then, she punched me, threw stuff at me, and kicked me out of her house."

"That's awful! Ashley's stupid for doing that to you."

"I thought she was the one, Stella."

'Of course she's not the one. I am. And you're the one for me.' You don't know how badly I wanted to say that.

Instead I said, "But she wasn't. I'm really sorry."

"I'll be fine. But for now, can I stay here?"

"Don't even have to ask me."

I thought that once Ashley was gone, I would have a chance with him. But I was wrong.

So now, I had to listen to Mo go on and on and on about how Charlie was the perfect boyfriend.

We were currently in Dante's after we convinced them to let us eat there again. They finally let us, as long as we never performed there again.

I couldn't even eat my pizza while Mo was talking. "He's just so sweet! He gave me flowers today and-"

"Okay Mo, can you please just change the subject now?" I asked bitterly through my teeth.

"Alright, jeez, what's got you in such a mood?"

"I'm just...tired today, that's all," I lied.

"Oh. Well, do you think we should leave? It's getting pretty late. They should be closing soon," Mo pointed out.

"Yeah. Let's go to your place. Maybe we could ask Olivia if she wants to hang out."

"Okay."

So we got our stuff, and walked out of the restaurant. As soon as we were in my car, there were thankfully no stories about Charlie this time, and just about Lemonade Mouth.

I bet that's what you were wanting to know about. "How's Lemonade Mouth going?" As a matter of fact, it's been great! Even after all of us were done with college. We're twenty-somethings, but we're still going strong! Our world tour is over, and we're now back in our hometown, but still rehearsing and having band meetings and whatnot. Not a lot has changed. I've changed though, but just a little, becoming more mature, but still having that edginess of mine.

So anyway, once we got to Mo's house, I texted Olivia asking if she could come over. She replied with yes, and Mo and I sat in her living room eating popcorn and waiting for her.

Mo's doorbell rang, and she opened the door, revealing Olivia.

Now, we were all sitting on the floor, talking about what has been going on in our daily lives.

"So Olivia, about you and Wen..." Mo said.

"W-what about us?" Olivia asked nervously.

Here's something that really hasn't changed. Olivia and Wen. Those two were obviously head over heels for each other, yet they still haven't admitted it. If those two don't get together soon, I'm gonna do something about it. That's a promise. And I, Stella Yamada, do not break my promises.

"Are you kidding me? Olivia, you like Wen! It's so obvious! Admit it!" I demanded.

"Me and Wen? No, I mean I- Well, maybe a little- I-I no, I mean, no!" Olivia stammered.

"Livy's in denial!" Mo teased. Olivia blushed furiously.

"Can we talk about something else? Mo, tell me about you and Charlie!"

Great, thanks so much Olivia! I saw the empty bowl of popcorn, so I excused myself to make some more. That way I didn't have to hear Mo talk any more about Charlie. I couldn't hear it again.

I just couldn't take the heartache.

That's it for the first chapter! Hope you liked it!