Disclaimer: I do not own Lemonade Mouth

Sorry that I took so long :/
School takes a lot out of me everyday... but believe me, I have been working on this. Next chapter should be longer :)

"This is so stupid! Why do I even need to know algebra, anyway? Why does any child in America need to learn this?" The small redhead girl asked no one in particular, throwing her pencil across the table. After sitting in silence for a moment, she realized that there wasn't anyone else around; therefore she would have to get up and pick the pencil up herself. She sighed and leaned back into her chair, not wanting to get up.

The only thing that sucked about being introduced to the normal life of a kid her age was being forced to go to school and actually learn. And it wasn't just that. Avril hated all of the annoying kids at her middle school, who thought they were so big and bad, that they were too cool for anyone.

That was the reason that she didn't have any friends.

Avril let out a longingly sigh and looked around the kitchen. Georgie was out at Girl Scouts, Gram was grocery shopping, and Olivia and Wen were at the doctor's office doing something with the baby, or excuse me, babies. Avril had been excited when she found out the news, as everyone else had been, but after a few months, it got pretty old.

Especially when your grandmother forbidden you to go anywhere until your homework was completed. Wen's dad and Sydney were upstairs doing…only what one could imagine, and Avril sat here, alone, completely bored out of her mind.

It wasn't like she needed to know algebra, anyway. She would tour the world with Lemonade Mouth, and start auditioning for movies and TV shows and junk, and develop her own name in the world…

"Hey, daydreamer, you realize that the door really should be locked, right?" Stella said sarcastically, letting herself into the house. Avril jumped slightly, her hand gripping the dining table, but she quickly relaxed and smiled a wide smile. Never had she ever been so happy to see the lead guitarist of her sister's band before in…in the few months that she had been living in New Mexico.

"Thank God you're here. This algebra is driving me crazy!" Avril explained dramatically, jumping up out of her chair. Stella laughed, walking over to look at the worksheet. "Seriously, how hard could it….forget I said anything." Stella chuckled to herself, setting down a large beige tote bag on the dining table.

"How many times do I have to remind you to keep the door closed whenever you are in a room alone? Scratch that, you shouldn't even be in here alone. We talk about this all the time…" Stella admonished, to which Avril rolled her eyes. After attending a few therapy sessions with Olivia it had been decided that someone would always be with the girls, but Avril usually overlooked this rule, as well as the rest of the family.

Olivia and Avril were healing well emotionally and physically, as Avril had been told by not only her extended family, but by the rest of the country as well. Not only had she achieved overnight fame as being exposed as the little sister of Lemonade Mouth's lead singer, but the press was also interested in what had occurred while Olivia was MIA, though the band hadn't revealed anything yet, and didn't plan to.

"Whatever; we both know that I am fine and no one is going to shoot me through the door or something." Avril said quickly, turning to the tote bag in delight. "So, I see that you brought Avril presents…" The redhead reached for the bag eagerly, only to have her hands slapped away by Stella.

"Hey! That's for later!" Stella whined, pulling the bag closer to her body. Avril stared at Stella blankly. "I do not understand the concept of 'waiting for later'." She said in fake monotone. Stella rolled her eyes. "Wen and Olivia are still out?" She asked, looking around the empty house. Avril nodded. "And for the record, isn't not like I'm in the house all alone. Sydney and Mr. Gifford are upstairs." She explained.

Stella stared up the stairs for a moment before turning back towards Avril and shuddering. "I can only imagine…and I thought you were supposed to call him Ted now?" She asked; amusement in her eyes. Avril shrugged. "I just can't get used to it, so I don't really call him anything. To his face, I mean." Avril said quickly, taking her school papers and shoving them into her backpack.

"We're going to meet everyone at Dante's in a few minutes." Stella explained, grabbing the backpack from Avril's skinny arms and absentmindedly throwing the bag into the hallway closet. Avril shook her head and stared, her arms crossed, but a smirk on her face. "My dad would've killed me if I did that." She said softly.

Stella looked up at her with understanding eyes, analyzing the girl for a moment before quickly turning away. That was something Avril had learned about Stella ever so quickly– the teen wasn't exactly fond of sharing feelings with other people. And she practically was as useful as goo whenever someone was in tears.

"Come on," Stella gulped, holding a hand out towards the younger girl. "Charlie and Mo are waiting for us, and Wen and Olivia are going to meet us there."

"Aw, come on, Avril, let's see your pucker face!" Charlie laughed as Avril wrinkled her nose at the glass of Mel's Organic Lemonade set before her. Mo laughed while shaking her head. "I guess some people just aren't cut out for things like this…" Her voice trailed off as she stared at Avril, a challenge left unspoken in the air.

"Are you trying to imply something, Banjaree?" Avril asked; her eyebrows raised. Stella laughed and took a long swing of lemonade, creating a successful pucker face in the process. "See? There's nothing to it." She explained, puckering her face up a bit more before taking another sip.

The four some were waiting at their usual table in Dante's. When Stella and Avril had arrived Mo and Charlie were already waiting, and now the four were waiting for Olivia and Wen to arrive. Stella couldn't help but wonder what could possibly be taking the two so long. After all, they were just going to the doctor. Stella guessed that the couple went on a little detour. Wen and Olivia were always doing lame things like that together, including ditching class.

Avril looked around the crowded restaurant, trying to avoid the question. "Hey, Livy!" She exclaimed with a grateful smile. Mo turned in her seat and smiled. "Hey, Liv!"
Charlie made a face and rolled his eyes. "That was such luck." He groaned. Stella shrugged. "It still counts, though." She said with a laugh.

If you had seen Olivia White the day that she escaped from her kidnapper and then seen her now, you would think that she was two different people. Avril couldn't help but noticing the natural glow around Olivia every single time that she was near. Her cheeks were back to their normal rosy pink, and her brown eyes always shone with excitement, especially after she came back from a doctor's appointment.

"Hey, everyone! Sorry that we're late." Olivia smiled widely, pulling Avril in for a hug. Wen stood by her side, gripping her hand protectively. Stella couldn't help but notice how his eyes flickered back and forth every time a random person walked past. She supposed that they all were kind of paranoid in this way, but tried not to show it for Avril's sake.

Of course, Avril noticed these little things. Just a few minutes ago, she noticed the way Charlie and Stella squeezed into the booth behind her just a tad bit on the overprotective side. These things didn't bother her. That much. As of right now. At other times, these things could become seriously annoying.

Stella patted the seat next to her. "We saved seats for you guys. No need to thank us." She said with a smirk. Wen chuckled. "Thanks, Stell."
Olivia slid into the booth next to Avril, and Wen slid in after Charlie. "So…" Wen started, looking at Olivia across the table with an excited glint in his eye.

Just as Olivia opened her mouth, a flash went off in front of the group. "Olivia White, lead singer of the band Lemonade Mouth! How does it feel to be in the midst of a teenaged pregnancy and not know who the father is? To find out that you have a younger sister, and most importantly, that your mother was found in a rural town in Ohio?"

Click. Click. Flash.

Wow, so that was a pretty lame intro. This story will focus on Olivia's pregnancy, and about the whole issue with her and Avril's mother, as well as trying to balance this all out with the press and school…Oh, how I hope this won't come out lame like…

So….

Review, please? Tell me what you think.