"I dare you to go next door, knock, and make out with the first person who answers for 30 seconds, no stopping."

Ray cheered and high-fived Stella.

"Ew!" Charlie moaned, "What if it's a dude?"

"It's a dare," Wen said, "You gotta do it."

Charlie narrowed his eyes at the redhead and said, "But-"

He was interrupted by Ray imitating a chicken. They all had to admit he was a pretty good chicken impersonator.

"Fine," Charlie gave in, "I'll do it."

The group got up and put on their jackets, boots, scarves and gloves and left the cabin.


Their boots crunched in the snow as they took their short walk to the cabin next to theirs. They had chosen the cabin on the right of their own, as the lights were on and they could hear that people were still awake and are in the cabin.

Charlie was about to knock, but noticed a door bell and rang it instead.

As they waited for someone to come, Charlie turned around and whispered, "Do I have to?"

"Yah," Stella answered, right before Olivia added, "Good luck, Charlie."

Charlie groaned as the group of 9 heard somebody turning the doorknob. The other 8 giggled excitedly.

The door opened to reveal a short teenage boy, of about 15 or 16, with brown-black hair, pale skin and blue-grey eyes.

"Can I help you?" the boy asked Charlie, and then realised there was another 8 people standing behind the drummer.

"Hi," Charlie said, smiling nervously, "I'm Charlie. We're staying next door."

"Hey," the boy replied, realising something, "Aren't you guys the band, Lemonade Mouth?"

"Yes," Stella shouted, walking up to the doorstep, planting herself beside Charlie, "We are. You like us?"

"You're okay," the boy answered, causing Stella's smile to fade, "I like your vibe, but I'm more into hip-hop."

Scott tried hard to refrain himself from laughing. This boy looked like a math nerd, not a fly hip-hop dude.

"So, you wanna come inside?" the boy asked, politely, but still seemed a little uncomfortable with his idea.

"No," Stella answered, as she shook her head.

"Then, why are you guys here?" he asked, his face drowned in confusion.

Charlie looked at Stella, still anxious, and Stella nodded.

Charlie grabbed the boy's head and crashed their lips together, as Stella started counting backwards from 30 in her head.

With 25 seconds more to go, a girl stepped outside and said, "Jay, what's taking so lo-"

She noticed the two boys were making out, and gasped, "Whoa!"

Before the time was up, the boy had managed to pull himself free, and punched Charlie in the face, causing his nose to start bleeding.

Charlie let out a cry of pain, causing the boy's, whose name was revealed to be Jay, words to get lost.

"Sicko," he mumbled.

Then the girl, who seemed to be about a year or two younger than Jay, gasped and her eyes widened as she called out, "Charlie?"

Charlie looked at her, and recognised her instantly. Black hair, tanned skin, brown eyes. The girl's name was Mia Avakian.

She looked a little different from the last time the band had seen her, a few months ago. Most probably because her hair had been tied into a neat ponytail, and was now sporting bangs.

"Hey," Mo greeted, recognising her too.

"I thought you moved to San Diego," Charlie stated, sounding like he had a cold due to his injured nose.

"Santa Barbara," the small girl corrected.

"Hey!" Ray shouted, "I've tripped you once or twice!"

Mia nodded, and then rolled her eyes.

"Who are you?" Brandon asked, being one of the only four who hadn't officially met her, which included Scott, Ray and Becca.

"Mia," she introduced herself, "And this is Jayden Knight."

Jayden, or as Mia had called him, Jay raised his hand and waved.

"Almost killed me, Jayden," Charlie grumbled.

Jayden rolled his eyes and corrected Charlie, saying, "I punched you in the nose! You might wanna find another way to come out."

Charlie scowled and shouted, "It was a dare! I'm sorry I had to do that!"

"Well, we forgive you," Mia apologised for her friend, quickly; to prevent the two boys began scratching each other's eyes out.

"We should go," Stella said, obviously doing the same thing, and after two had said their goodbyes, the gang had returned to a cabin of their own.


"Well, that was embarrassing," Charlie moaned, as they settled in alphabetical order around the coffee table.

Mo was up next.

"I've never failed a test," she said, smiling proudly.

Stella, Ray, Scott, Becca and Charlie had started on their drinks. Mo's smiled had widened when she noticed that she wasn't the only one, as Olivia, Brandon and Wen hadn't touched theirs either.

After the 5 had finished, Olivia stated, "I've never drank alcohol until today."

The results were the same as what Mo had gotten, except this time Charlie wasn't drinking.

"Okay, my turn!" Ray shouted, his voice filled with excitement, "I've never had sex with a dude."

He smirked as he watched only Stella and Becca begin drinking. When they were done, everyone's eyes were on Olivia and Mo. The lesbian couple both blushed and exchanged glances, both remaining silent.

Scott made his voice high, and sang, "Awkward…"

The others laughed.

Becca was up after her brother.

She sighed and thought for a while.

"I've never tasted caviar," she admitted.

This time nobody took even a small sip of their alcohol.

"Okay, then," Scott said, since it was his turn next, "I've never ….."

Scott thought for a while, and then looked at Charlie and smirked.

"I've never made out with a guy," he finished.

Charlie groaned, and he and the girls began to down their next cup.

It was Stella's turn next, and after thinking about what she was going to say she giggled.

"This is going to be a shocker," she warned.

The others' eyes widened and they listened carefully.

"I've never….." Stella started, and took a deep breath before finishing the sentence, "….died."

The others rolled their eyes as Stella began to laugh.

"Ha-ha, funny," Olivia mumbled, but then she and the others began to join in with Stella's laughter.

When the laughter had died out, the group shifted their attention onto Wen.

He moved his head uneasily, and eventually said, "I've never seen High School Musical."

"What?" Mo exclaimed, "I mean, it sucks, but how could you not have watched it?"

"I just didn't," Wen answered, unaware of the consequences of him being the only one who hadn't watched the movie.

After finishing off their drinks, the teens had tried to decide who had most enjoyed the movie.

None of them did, especially Mo and Stella, but Ray decided that he should be the one to dare Wen.

"Kiss Stella," Ray suggested, "With tongue. But, if Brandon doesn't mind."

Stella's eyes widened and she gulped, feeling nervous and shifting her gaze from Ray to Wen, and then to Brandon.

Brandon, not wanting to seem like a bore or the overprotective boyfriend, and seeing as though everyone had had a couple of drinks, had hesitated, but eventually said, "Okay."

Stella gave him a stern look and mumbled, "Whatever," obviously wanting her friends to think she doesn't care. But, she did.

Stella and Wen leaned into each other, and like a group of 12-year-olds, their friends started chanting, "Kiss, kiss, kiss…"

The two leaned closer and closer until their lips met.

Their tongues danced with each others' and moved in and out of their mouths, slowly becoming more and more rough and intimate.

The others watched as Stella and Wen started holding each other, and kept kissing, without thought or care.

Ray had glanced at Brandon, apologetically, and Brandon felt awkward and was shuffling in his spot, uneasily.

Ray shouted, "Okay, enough!"

The two broke apart and returned to their original positions, their faces now literally beet red in colour.

There was about 2 minutes of awkward silence.

Ray spoke up, "We all had a turn and we're running outta liquor. How 'bout we play Naked Twister?"

Stella gagged, and everyone moaned.

"I'm tired," Mo complained, "And we've been driving around all day. I wanna go to bed."

"Yeah," Olivia agreed, "And no more drinks for me. I feel light-headed."

Brandon and Charlie both nodded, and Stella, Scott and Becca started tidying things up.

"Fine," Ray mumbled, "Whatever."

They cleaned up their mess and moved the sofas back to their original places. It was eleven forty-five.


They all went off to bed, feeling a little uncomfortable since it wasn't their bedrooms at home. Olivia was feeling home sick, and kept shuffling around in her bed. She couldn't sleep and was missing her grandmother, with whom she lived.


Around one o'clock, Wen had woken up, and headed down to the kitchen for a glass of strawberry juice. He noticed a dark figure in the living room, and tried to remain silent, but the person had probably heard him as he or she stood up and walked into the light.

It was Stella.

"God," Wen sighed, relief filling every inch of his body, "You scared me. What are you doing up?"

"I was just…." Stella started, seeming uneasy and nervous, "…..thinking. I need to tell you something."

"I'm tired," Wen said, yawning, "How about tomorrow?"

"No!" Stella shouted, and then started whispering, "You can't tell them. Especially Brandon."

"Why not?" Wen asked, slightly more awake, "He's your boyfriend."

"Please, Wen," Stella begged.

Stella was never one to beg, so Wen knew this had to be serious.

He nodded at the girl.

Stella took a deep breath.

"I think I might be pregnant."

"What?" Wen exclaimed, almost dropping the glass of juice onto the floor, "Why are you telling me this, anyway? Does Brandon know?"

"Hello? Brandon's still a virgin, remember?" Stella asked, "That dance in September, in the back of your car…."

"Oh….." Wen realised, lowering his voice to ask, "Are you sure?"

"No, but…." Stella started, "What about Brandon? And school? And the band?"

"Don't worry, we'll find out tomorrow," Wen assured her, pulling her into a hug, "We just have to figure out a way to do it without the others finding out."

Wen was surprised at how strong Stella was being. The girl hadn't shed a tear, but seemed a little angry.

The two broke apart.

"I really like Brandon," Stella told Wen, "I can't believe this is happening."

"You don't know that for sure," Wen said, trying to cheer her up.

"You're right," Stella agreed, "Let's just go back to bed and we'll figure this all out tomorrow."


Olivia had sprinted up the stairs as fast and quietly as she could and practically jumped onto her bed the second she got into hers and Mo's room.

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, trying to shake those words from her mind.

The words from the conversation between Wen and Stella.