Lemonade Mouth- A Mystery

Olivia POV-

"Olivia! Your boyfriend is here!" Gram called up the stairs. I ran down to greet Wen, stopping to talk to Gram on the way.

"Gram, he isn't my boyfriend! Wen is just a friend!"

Gram stared. "Just a friend? And not your boyfriend? Well for heaven's sake, get a move on! You too will just be friends when you're eighty at the rate you're going!"

I blinked. "Alrighty then." I ran downstairs. "Hey, Wen! What brings you here?"

"I was just coming to say good-bye."

"Oh OK, b- Wait what? Bye? Where are you going and why are you going there?" Wen was leaving? MY LIFE IS OVER!

"Um, yeah. Remember? My dad and Sydney are going on their honeymoon, so I have to go live with my stupid Aunt Petunia." Wen made a face.

"Oh my gosh, from Harry Potter?" I grinned at my own joke.

"Worse. She doesn't have a TV, computer, radio, or even a phone! She doesn't believe in eating anything besides vegetables. Plus she lives in a one-story house with fifty cats! How am I supposed to live with that nutjob for two months?"

"First, what's wrong with cats? You're the one that got me Wendy! And secondly, TWO MONTHS?" I shrieked.

"Yeah, I know. I have no idea how we're supposed to perform when I'm halfway across the US!" Wen sighed.

"Well there has to be SOMETHING we can do! This is totally impossible!"

Gram walked into the room. "Well, Wendell can stay with us. I know the guest room is open, and we'd certainly be happy to have you. Oh, but Olivia, dear. You'll have to show Wen our… extra additions."

Wen grinned. "That'd be great! Thanks Mrs. White!"

Gram turned back around. "Now, young man. You'll have to start calling me Gram, or you're not welcome in the house!"

Wen just smiled. "By the way, what was your Gram talking about?"

Here we go. "Oh, um… Well. This house used to belong to Russian spies, so they have all sorts of secret rooms and passages. I'll show you where they are so you don't get confused."

I led him through the house. He looks so cute when he's confused. Ahem. I mean, he looks confused. Not that I noticed. Or cared. And I totally did not have a crush on him.

Him, with his perfect brown eyes that make me feel like I'm drowning in chocolate (with a hint of caramel). Him, with his perfect strawberry-blonde/ ginger hair (depending on the lighting, of course) that shines in the sun like a beautiful flame. Him, with those adorable freckles that cover his face?

Why did he have to be so darned perfect? And why did I have to be so… you know. Not. Me, with my dull light brown eyes that must feel like looking into a patch of dusty dirt. Me, with my drab dark blonde hair that lies flat against my head in all of its boring blondeness. Me, with that blotchy skin that makes it look like I'm a zombie since it's so pale.

As we walked the love of my life (I mean, uh, friend) turned to me. "Hey, why do you call your cat Wendy? Seems like kind of a strange name for a cat."

Should I tell him that she's named after him? Get it? Wendy? Nah. That would make him think I have a giant crush on him. Which I sooo don't. Ahem.

I just flashed him a mysterious smile. "Think about it." And I led the way toward the first passage.

Wen POV-

So… Many… Passages! There were passages behind mirrors, portraits, wall panels, and cupboards, even the refrigerator! Trapdoors hid under beds, dressers, rugs! This is going to be complicated.

The next day at school turned out to be just as confusing. Apparently word had gotten out that I was staying with Olivia, and the rumors were starting.

Olivia was looking prettier than ever in an olive green dress with purple flowers, a large belt, and a short purple cardigan. Everything she wears seems to match her bike. Not that I've noticed or anything.

Why was she so flawless? Her, with her flawless doe brown eyes shine with a light that makes it so you think you're seeing right into her soul. Her, with her beautiful dark blonde hair that is always a little bit wavy. Her, with her amazing pale skin that make her eyes that much brighter.

How could someone as amazing as her ever like someone like me? Me, with my boring brown eyes. Me, with my flaming hair that makes it look like my whole freaking head is on fire. Me, with my stupid freckles that practically cover my face. It's totally not fair.

OK. I admit it. I have a very small crush on Olivia. Or maybe an only slightly small one. Maybe a medium one. OK, OK, alright! I have a giant one so big that I could turn it into a giant hurricane and take out the entire world!

Whew. Glad I got that off my chest. I honestly needed that.

So anyways, we spent the entire day trying to avoid other people that might tease us. You know, the usual. Ray, Patty, Jules, etc. So you can imagine how relieved we were when the final bell rang.

"Come on Wen!" Olivia called, and I raced after her on my own bike, which was fire engine red.

When we got home we found the whole band outside the house. "OLIVIA! WEN!" Stella called as soon as she saw us. Everyone chorused their relief.

"We came home and all our houses had been ransacked and our parents were gone." Mo cried.

We looked at each other, then raced inside. The place had been totally turned over, and all the passageways hung open.

"No," Olivia gasped, then crumpled to the floor. Gram was gone.