A/N: First Lemonade Mouth fanfiction. I think this movie is just a bundle of cuteness, especially Wen and Olivia. And I love the band Trigger Theory and the lyrics from their song 'What Are You Afraid Of' is in italics. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: The day I own Lemonade Mouth is the day I profess my dying love for cooked carrots and Justin Bieber. So in short, never.

The Small Things

Being late was never a Wen Gifford sixteen year old red head always made it a point to be on time. Well, for the important things. Events such as school weren't extremely important according to him, but even then, he was hardly late. So, when he was almost thirty minutes tardy for his, Scott's and Charlie's 'man's day out,' both of the other boys knew something was up. The males from Lemonade Mouth decided that once every three weeks, they would go out and do something fun during the weekend. Something 'manly'. The girls found it rather amusing and kind of cute and were always excited to hear the stories they came up with after one of their 'man dates' as Stella had know referred to them as.

Charlie Delgado and Scott Pickett were starting to get anxious. They were seated on benches at Mesa Park, impatiently waiting for their keyboardist and friend to arrive. The dark haired drummer hadn't said much, but was tapping his fingers on his knees, playing some kind of beat. Every so often, Charlie would flip his hair out of his eyes or glance at his watch, but he didn't say anything. There was some kind of unspoken awkwardness between Charlie and Scott. Although he and Charlie were friends, he still found it slightly unnerving that the drummer had a crush on his girlfriend. Although he couldn't blame him. Mo Banjaree was a beautiful, insanely smart, amazing bassist and singer, and Scott loved her with all his heart. Apparently, so did Charlie. The two never talked about it, and they had hung out once or twice just the two of them, but they preferred having someone around.

"I wonder where Gifford is at," Scott thought aloud, breaking the silence. He pulled out his phone and glanced at it, seeing no messages. That was also pretty uncharacteristic for their redheaded friend. On the rare occasion that Wen was late, he would always flick someone a message to let them know where he was and apologizing for his tardiness. You could imagine the relief on both of the boys faces when their keyboardist finally arrived, his face almost as red as his hair.

"Hey guys. Sorry I'm late," Wen puffed, collapsing on the bench by Scott. The guitarist and drummer greeted him, patiently waiting for his explanation. Charlie raised an eyebrow at his ginger friend. Wen was many things, an amazing keyboardist, rapper, friend and just a great person, but he was not an athlete. They all knew he despised all sports and hardly ever participated in them. The dark haired boy was wondering what on earth his friend had done to look as if he had just run a marathon. Wen didn't say anything for a moment, trying to catch his breath and glanced at his friends, who were looking at him expectantly.

"So, why were you late?" Scott asked, trying to sound casual. Wen reddened even more, if that was possible.

"Er, well you see..." he trailed off, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

An hour before

Wen Gifford was all set to go. He learned to enjoy the 'man-date' days that he and the other males of Lemonade Mouth had invented. Last time, they went go-kart racing and they all had a blast, to say the least. This time round, they were going to Laser tag and Wen knew he was going to have a great time. He hadn't had friends as close as Scott and Charlie in a very long time and he enjoyed almost every second he had with them. He was just about to head out of the Gifford household when the phone rang. Sighing, the red head raced back into the living room to grab the ringing phone.

"Hello Gifford residence," Wen said into the phone as he picked it up.

"Hey Wen. Do you think you could come over to Olivia's?" Wen recognized his fellow band mate, Stella's voice on the other side of the line. After spending most days together for a long period of time, they all recognized each other's voices almost instantly.

"Why?" Wen asked, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. The whole band knew that it was the guys' day out today and the girls respected it and never wanted to intervene. He knew that something important had to be going on if Stella was calling.

"Olivia's...freaking out. You know you're the only person who can calm her down," Hearing Stella's statement bought a light blush to appear on Wen's face. He knew the statement was true and all thoughts of the 'man date' left his mind as Olivia filled it.

"I'll be right there."

Tell me now, what are you afraid of?

True to his word, Wen arrived at the White household as soon as he could. Usually, it took about fifteen to twenty minutes to walk to his friend's house, but today he was rushing. Stella hadn't given him too much information as to what was going on with Olivia and a million possibilities that filled his mind. Olivia White was what someone could call a fragile girl. Fragile, yet so strong. She had gone though many things in her short life so far, so many things that Wen could never imagine happening to him.

There was just something about her that drew Wen to his fellow band mate. Sure, she was beautiful, there was no denying that. Olivia was sweet, even-tempered, generous and just amazing, but there was so much more than that. Wen couldn't exactly place his finger on it, but there was something. Every time he saw her, his heart did this flip-flop and he was sorely tempted to just pull her into his arms. Yet, he suppressed all this for he didn't know if these feelings were returned and didn't want to make things awkward. Sure, the red head had had his share of crushes, and even girlfriends, but there was no girl quite like Olivia White.

Once he reached the front door, Wen gave this wooden frame a gentle rap. He was expecting either Olivia's gram, Brenda, or Stella to answer the door, so you could imagine his surprise when it was their bassist who answered.

"Mo?" Wen couldn't help but keep the surprise out of his voice. The Indian girl gave her band mate a smile. She couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over her, knowing that Olivia was going to be properly comforted. She and Stella had done their best, but they both knew that Wen could comfort Olivia like no other.

"We've been waiting for you, come on in," Mo opened the door further to let her friend in. They both made their way out to the White's backyard. As Wen looked up, he could see the backs of both Stella and Olivia, but he could think about the beautiful blonde. Her hair was tied in plait to the side of her head and she was slouching slightly and that's when Wen knew something big was up. Olivia hardly ever slouched and the only time he could remember her slouching is when her mother's cat Nancy passed away.

"What happened?" Wen whispered to Mo, glancing at their bassist as they neared Stella and Olivia. Mo gave him a little sideways glance. They all knew that their quiet lead singer was a very private person, and Mo wasn't too sure whether she wanted to tell Wen what was wrong. But then again, she countered inwardly, it was Wen and they had asked him to come over for a reason.

"She's going to visit her dad today," she said simply. Wen said nothing for a moment, letting his thoughts overtake him. They all knew that Olivia's dad was in prison and had only been in contact with him recently. Wen didn't think she was going to see him anytime soon, as she never mentioned it, but then again it was Olivia White they were talking about.

A few seconds later, Mo and Wen were standing about a meter or so away from their lead guitarist and lead singer. Mo jerked her head in Olivia's direction, silently indicating Wen to go and see her. He felt a light blush reach his cheeks, as it was always what happened when he had to do anything Olivia-related. He really couldn't help himself.

Wen quietly walked over and tapped Stella on the shoulder lightly. Startled at the touch, she whirled around. If they had not been in such a delicate and serious situation, she would have added some kind of insult and probably a punch. When she saw their strawberry blonde keyboardist and rapper, Stella couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She carefully stood up, gave Wen a pat on the arm and a warm smile. She and Mo left to talk to Olivia's gram as they knew Wen was going to deal to it nicely. He was careful not to startle the blonde haired girl as he sat next to her.

"Hey Liv," his greeting was simple, yet soft and gentle. Olivia had been so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't realize that Stella had even left. She glanced at the strawberry blonde seated next to her, his knees slightly pulled up to his chest and his arms lazily hung around them.

Olivia had to admit he looked quite attractive, in his signature red skinny jeans (she swore he was the only person she knew that actually looked good in red skinny jeans), a white muscle shirt and a dark red and black unbuttoned checkered shirt. She was quite tempted to crawl over to him and lay her head on his chest. But she was Olivia White, and Olivia White did no such thing.

"Hey Wen, why are you here?" Her tone was not harsh, but rather surprised and slightly...overjoyed? She knew that the boys of Lemonade Mouth were having their 'man-dates' today and they had never been interrupted before. Olivia wondered who had called Wen. She wanted to ask why, but part of her knew.

There was something about Wendell Gifford that somehow enticed the quiet blonde. Sure, he was quite good looking, talented, intelligent and funny, but there was something else. Olivia wasn't sure of whether it was his smile, his sweet and genuine small gestures of kindness or simply his ability to make her feel happy and good about herself.

"Stella asked me," he replied after a second, slightly unsure of what to say. Wen wasn't exactly sure how to approach the situation. It wasn't like when Nancy had passed away, because the whole band was there. Mo and Stella had known exactly what to say, leaving the boys to add their odd two cents when they could think of something appropriate to say. But this was just Wen and Olivia. There was no dead cat, no Mo or Stella, not even Charlie or Scott, just him and her.

For some reason, he liked that. "You didn't tell me you were going to see your dad today," the words sounded rough, but the way he had said them made it sound soothing and somehow comforting, as if he was trying to get her to talk. Wen felt their lead singer tense slightly next to him and was immediately worried he had said the wrong thing.

"You, Charlie and Scott were going out today. I didn't want you to worry," Olivia began, her voice quiet. Wen couldn't help but inwardly chuckle. That was Olivia, always thinking of others before herself. "I didn't even tell Mo or Stell until this morning. I really thought I could do it, but as I tried to walk out the door..." she trailed off, feeling that her voice was about to crack. She was doing her best to try and stop any tears from flowing. The pretty blonde had cried many tears over her father throughout the years and she had inwardly made a promise to never do so again. As if Wen sensed this, he carefully put an arm around Olivia's shoulders. He felt her tense immediately, but she relaxed under his arm.

"It's okay," he replied soothingly. "You don't always have to do it alone Liv," Wen wasn't quite sure where he was getting these words from. Like a great deal of the male populous, Wen was not one who enjoyed talking about feelings. But when it came to Olivia however...somehow she was the exception to every rule he had ever created. Wen was never good at comforting others, he would never know what to say and would turn awkward, but that was never the case with Olivia. Somehow, he just knew what to say.

"It's how I've always done it," Olivia said. It wasn't said in a self-proud voice, more of a quiet confession. Since she was very young, Olivia had learnt to be independent. Of course she had her gram around, but there was never a full support base of friends or parents to help her through the rough waters of life. She learnt to go through it on her own, simply because it was all she ever knew.

"Well you don't have to now. You have me," Wen told her, pulling her slightly closer. Realizing his mistake, his face grew a fiery red as he stuttered, "I-I mean, you have us. T-the band." On the inside, he slapped himself. Real smooth Gifford.

"Thanks Wen," she couldn't help but smile, because that was the effect he had on her.

"If you want, we could go to visit him next week," he was thinking aloud, quietly hoping she would agree. Wen was a lover, not a fighter and he wasn't exactly the strongest guy in the neighborhood, but seeing Olivia like this made him feel like he could climb mountains just to keep her safe.

"That would be nice," Olivia admitted, going a light shade of pink. "Just you and me?" she added rather shyly. For a second, Wen thought he hadn't heard her right.

"Uh, if that's what you want, then sure," He finally replied with a smile, feeling himself go weak in the knees. He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing a little as an unspoken reassurance. Wen swore he could feel his fingers tingling as Olivia's slim fingers entwined with his.

This promise is a secret kept,

A memory I'll never forget,

For this I would cross my heart and hope to die.

Please review and let me know if I should continue :) Thanks for reading!