The doorbell rings, and there's pounding on the stairs as the teen rushes to the door. She looks through the peephole and smiles.

"Scott!"

"How's my girl?" Scott asks laughter in his voice. "I brought the Danishes." Mo smiled widely at the box. She thought fondly at the memory. They had been on the phone on night about a month before the detention that led to Lemonade Mouth. Her mama and baba were yelling down in the kitchen about her school. Baba was worried the school was affecting her prayers and wanted to get her a tutor.

Scott had hung up nearly five minutes into the conversation with a quick 'hang on' to Mo. She had only ten minutes to fume, because out of nowhere Scott was knocking on her bedroom window. He held her hand on the joined him on the roof. He told her meaningless stories about school while she cried on his shoulder. When he offered her a pastry, Scott told her about the little bakery on the street across from his, and how it was the only place between his house and hers the sold anything sweet.

It became a tradition; whenever he went over, no matter the time or the reason, he brought a box of Al's Danishes, who now knew Scott by the truck he drove, and he and Mo would take the time to eat through the box and talk about nothing and everything.

This was the first night since they had gotten back together that he had come over, and so far he was behaving perfectly.

"Come on, we'll bring the upstairs, and I can show you my dress."

"Leave the door open Mohini!" Her dad calls from the kitchen.

"Yes Baba," Mo calls back, rolling her eyes. She takes her boyfriends hand and the head up the stairs to her room, decorated with Indian artifacts, and pictures of the band. Scott dropped the Danish box (and his self) onto Mo's bed and watched as she paraded out of her closet wearing a fire red dress.

"Very nice, but what's it for?" Scott twisted his face so he would seem confused.

"The dance, remember?"

"No…" Scott ducked his head, playing with his hands in his lap so Mo wouldn't see how hard he was fighting a smile.

"Scott, I told you about the dance weeks ago!"

Scott couldn't hold it in a longer. He couldn't hold back his laughs and he took hold of Mo's wrists. "Calm down, I was just messing with you. I remember the dance, and I have all the clothes I need sitting on my dresser, waiting to be worn and danced in. So chill out and have a Danish."

Mo glared at Scott for a moment, before the pastries were too hard to ignore. She snatched Scott's out of his hand just as he was about to take the first bite. He frowned, almost growling as he lunged at his girlfriend and started tickling her sides. She dropped her food and started giggling.

"SScottt, sttoppp, ttticklllling meee." Mo's giggles became shrieks. In an effort to avoid any more torture (as she called it) she rolled away. Instead of staying on the bed Mo ended up rolling off the bed and landing with a thud onto her floor.

"Mohini!" her father shouted. Mo and Scott exchanged glances, cracking up the minute they locked eyes.

"Sorry Baba!"

AN: My third favorite pairing. I suppose my second favorite that's canon.

Ooooh, are you intrigued?

I'm sorry for all you Mo/Charlie fans. I know that they got together in the book, but all my information comes from the movie, and I love Mo/Scott. And that's not going to change anytime soon, so please don't fill the comments with any "but what about Charlie?" He's coming. Promise.