I know, I'm updating pretty quick! I should be updating my other stories, like Legacies That Lie Waiting, but Mandy Spades isn't done with her part of the chapter, so now all I do is sit and wait for her to be done. All of the songs used in this story (besides the Lemonade Mouth songs and The Winner Takes It All by ABBA) are written by me. So if you want to use them, please give me credit!
And if you haven't already noticed, I'm labeling the chapters by the song that I put in there, because it's just easier for me to find them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lemonade Mouth.
Claimer: I own Simply a Song, which was in the last chapter, and How Can I Tell You? (which is in this chapter).
Stella woke up with her head on Charlie's bare chest, and she looked at it to see that he had a six-pack. She didn't want to move, seeing as she was too comfortable, so she let her head rest again on his stomach. But the calmness for the two best friends didn't last very long.
"Look at how cute they are together, Mo!" Olivia said. "Wen, where's your camera? You have to take a picture of them sleeping!" Stella didn't want this, but she was "asleep", so she left her eyes closed and pretended she was sleeping.
"Perfect!" Mo said, and Stella was guessing that Wen had taken the picture. "Now let's wake them up." Stella reached out and shut the curtain before they could wake her and Charlie up, and she shook Charlie up herself.
"Wake up Charlie!" Stella said, and Charlie moaned.
"Stella." Charlie said, clearly still sleeping, and Stella could hear Mo and Olivia giggling from outside the closed curtain.
"Charlie, don't make me slap you!" Stella said, and Charlie sat up, completely awake because he didn't want Stella to slap him. "Now get out of my bunk." Charlie blushed when she said this and hopped out, and the band members eavesdropping scampered off. Scott was still in his bunk snoring, oblivious to the fact that he was the only one sleeping. Stella could see that Charlie looked at Mo with love in his eyes, and she sighed.
Stella's POV
I wanted to tell Charlie that I liked him, but I don't know how to tell him. I grabbed my notebook and started writing down lyrics. I finished the first half in two minutes, and then I took my notebook into the hotel with me, happy that they had a private room with a piano in it. Telling Olivia where I was, I slipped into the room and sat down at the piano, running my fingers over the keys. I started playing a tune, and then I started singing my new song.
"I used to think you were the villain,
And I would never get my fairy-tale ending.
Now I see you as my Prince Charming,
My depressing story may finally be ending.
But you love the princess,
And I'm just the lowly servant girl,
I wish you could see me, for the real me,
And now," The door opened and someone walked in while I was playing, but I ignored them, thinking that it was Olivia Just seeing what I was doing.
"If my life was a fairy tale,
You would be the knight in shining armor,
But she would be the princess,
Waiting for her rescue,
While I stood on the sidelines, feeling my heart bleed.
How do I tell you? How do I tell you, that, I love you?
I love you." That was all I had written so far, and I stopped playing. I heard a clapping, and spun around in my chair to see not Olivia or Mo, but Charlie standing there in his ripped jeans and a white shirt.
"Beautiful, Stell." Charlie said, sliding onto the bench next to me. "I told you that you had a beautiful voice." I blushed, and he took the notebook gently out of my hands. "Mind if I add more?" Charlie asked, and I smiled.
"Go ahead." I replied, and he set the notebook down. He played the same tune I was playing earlier, and he started singing.
"She, she had the sweetest voice heard,
If only I knew what to say, to her,
I may be a prince, and she may be a maid,
But I love her with all my heart anyway.
Mother says the princess must be mine,
Father thinks I'm wasting my time, on you.
But I'd like to give it a shot.
If my life was a fairy tale,
You would be my princess,
Waiting for my rescue,
As the knight in shining armor.
But I, watch from above, my heart slowly bleeding,
How do I tell you? How do I tell you, that, I love you?
I love you." Charlie stopped, and I gasped.
"Charlie, you're voice, it's so..." I trailed off, trying to think of the right word.
"Terrible." Charlie said, and I shook my head.
"I was going to say, beautiful." I told him, repeating his words from before. Charlie turned to look at me. We both leaned in, and before I knew it, we were centimeters away from kissing each other.
"Um, sorry 'bout that." Charlie said, turning deep red, and I blushed too.
"Let's just finish the song." I said, disappointed that he didn't kiss me. It would have been my first kiss. I placed my hands on the piano, and started singing the first lyrics that came into my head.
"I want to be with you,
Yeah, I wanna be with you too.
I wish we could just stop time,
And you could be all mine!" Charlie and I both finished, and I cheered.
"We finished the song!" I shouted, and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. Without thinking, I kissed him on the cheek. "Oh, um, sorry about that." I said, trying not to blush, while ultimately failing at trying not to turn tomato red.
"You missed." Charlie simply said.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I said, you missed." Charlie said, and he leaned in closer to me. I leaned in, and we were super close to kissing when Olivia just had to barge in.
"Um, Ms. Reznik wants you, Stella." Olivia said, seeing that she accidentally interrupted my moment with Charlie.
"Okay. I'll come up. See you later Charlie?" I didn't let him answer, because I was following Olivia upstairs. And then something hit me. I had left my notebook/diary/songbook in the piano room.
And I had left my notebook/diary/songbook in the piano room with Charlie.
Charlie's POV
I almost kissed Stella. I shouldn't have almost kissed Stella. I'm supposed to like Mo, right? But I don't. I like Stella.
I saw that Stella had left her notebook in the piano room, so I grabbed it and got up. But I clearly got up too fast because a page ripped out of the notebook and fluttered to the floor. Being curious, I read what Stella had written on the page.
"Today I walked into rehearsal at the music hall earlier than the rest of the band and saw Victoria smashing my acoustic guitar on the stage floor. I got so mad that I took my broken guitar and threw it at her. She ran out of the music hall calling me a bitch and said, "I wish you had never moved to Arizona from Rhode Island!
"And the worst part is, Charlie's dating her. I really don't like that fact, because I have feelings for Charlie. Or not. I'm so confused! Charlie's like, this drum god and I'm just... Stella. He's got beautiful long hair and a smile that makes my heart melt, and I think that he can actually sing! He's super good at playing the drums, and his personality's the best in the world! Me? I've got short, choppy hair, and I'm not pretty, I'm ugly, and I've got the biggest attitude in the world! If only he liked me back. Is this one of those crushes, or do I really like him? I just hope that he never finds out. If he found out about my crush and he didn't like me back, I'd be crushed! Sometimes, I think that Victoria is right. Maybe I shouldn't have moved here to Arizona from Rhode Island. Maybe I should've never met any of my friends now."
"Stella, why did you write those things about yourself?" I whispered to myself, and then I started to write on the back of the paper, which was blank. I was going to give it to Stella, and then she would see how wrong she was about herself.
