And we're back again! So, as most of my stories are, I'm basing these ones all off the episodes of Good Luck Charlie. They will be mixed in with the rest of the Lemonade Mouth gang. So confusion on the last chapter:
Olivia's name will NOT be changed to Teddy. In the future, there is a possible chance that her name IS going to become Olivia Leigh White-Duncan.
Anything else you people have questions on, just ask. Alright, let's get on with the second chapter, shall we!
Disclaimer: Don't own Lemonade Mouth or Good Luck Charlie.
Chapter 2: If You Just Believe
Olivia's POV
Was this the house? I looked down at the paper I had in my hands and looked at the address. Yup, this was it. I shoved the paper back in my bag and walked up to the front door. Should I knock? Ring the door bell? Walk in? I decided with the door bell and waited a couple of seconds. There were a lot of sounds before it got quiet. I took a small step back.
Please don't be crazy people who want to eat me. Wait, really? Oh, I gotta stop watching weird movies with Wen and Charlie. A small woman with blond curly hair opened up the door and she smiled. She looked really familiar, but I don't think that would be possible... or could it be?
"Oh, Olivia! Welcome! Come on in," she said, taking my suitcase a from me and dragging it inside as she called for a, "BOB!"
A big man came walking through a door with an adorable looking toddler holding onto his leg. I smiled. She reminded me somewhat of Georgie. Then the woman came back. "I'm Amy, and that's Bob. And this," she said, reaching down and picking up the toddler. "this is Charlie."
"Charlie?" I questioned. Wasn't that a boys name? Ah, well, who was I to judge, everyone thought Georgie was a boy. Oh, I missed her.
"Short for Charlotte," Bob said. I nodded. Ha, Bob. That's kind of weird to think about. Bob. Alright, to much jet lag.
Two boys then came in, one looked to be around 12 and the other around my age. They looked very different. The kid had dark brown hair and brown eyes, while the teenager had blonde hair and dark green eyes.
"That's Gabe, and that's PJ." Bob said. They waved and then sat down on the couch, turning it on. Gabe turned around to look at me again. I gave him a questioning look. What was he doing-
"You look familiar..." He said, his eyes somewhat squinting. I froze. Wait, these people didn't know who I was. They don't need to know. I can live just the normal life without them having to worry about the person living with them was somewhat of a pop star. I couldn't have this nice family get teared apart because of me being famous.
Alright, then it's settled. No one will know who I am. Should I change my name? Nah, that's really to far. Plus, I don't think Wen would be to happy about that. Oh shoot, Wen. I needed to call him. And Mo.
"Why don't I show you to your room so you can get settled?" Amy questioned. I smiled politely and let out a quiet, "Sure."
She led me up the stairs and to the left side of the hallway, into a huge room. And it was, as you could say, really cool. I chuckled softly. Amy smiled and then she just suddenly came up and hugged me. I smiled and hugged her back. Why didn't this feel awkward?
"I don't want anything to be weird between any of us, okay? You're a part of this family now. Just, make yourself at home. Bob and I are going to take Charlie out to the doctors soon, but you can stay here and get to know the boys a little bit. Is that okay?"
"Of course. Don't mind me," I said, moving my bag over to the bed. "I won't be a bother."
She laughed slightly. "Oh, you'd never be one. Theres food in the fridge if you're hungry. The showers through that door right there," she said, pointing to the back of the room. I nodded. She smiled once more, then walked out.
Right when the door closed, I jumped for my bag, pulling out my phone and turning it on. I had five missed calls, 2 from Mo and 3 from Wen. Next I had nine text messages, mostly all from Wen, and a couple voicemails. Well, looks like it's Wen I'm calling first.
It rang only half a first ring, then he picked up. "Livy?"
"Hey," I said, walking over and sitting on the bed.
"Are you okay? Did you meet them? They aren't going to eat you like in that movie we saw last Saturday, right?" He said, the last part coming of a little bit more tenser than it should have. I chuckled.
"I don't think so. They are all really nice. Theres Amy and Bob, the parents, and then theres PJ, Gabe, and Charlie. She reminds me of Georgie." I smiled.
I heard Wen breath out and chuckle too. "That's good. See, I told you they'd like you. So, did they flip out when Olivia White entered their home?"
Did they? "Actually, no, they didn't. I don't think they even know who I am. Well, they know I'm Olivia, but they don't know... that I'm..."
"Lead singer for Lemonade Mouth."Wen laughed out. I scoffed at him, to which he laughed even harder at.
"It's a good thing that I like you." I smirked.
"Oh, come on. You don't just like me, you love me,"he said in a sing-song voice.
"That is very true." I said. We talked until my phone was about to die. I told him that I should go spend some time with the boys, to which he just said, "Tell the older one your taken."
"Oh, jealous, are we?" I questioned. He made a sound, and I laughed.
"Eh, well they better just stay away from my girl." He spoke, authority ringing through his voice.
"I love you, Wendell."
"I love you too, Olivia Leigh."
"You know I don't like that name."
"Says the person who's calling me Wendell. Nice."
We talked for a few more minutes and finally hung up. I sighed. I reached in and pulled out the charger, charging my phone so I could use it later tonight. I locked it, just in case someone came in and decided to try and read anything on it.
I opened the door and saw Gabe standing outside, smiling smugly. "Um, hi?" I said, but it came out as more of a question.
"So, who were you talking to?" He asked.
"No one." I said. He wanted to play this game? Bring it on.
"Your boyfriend."
"Yes."
"So you were talking to someone. You lied."
"So?"
"Now you owe me."
Wow. "I just got here and I already owe you something. That's nice." I said, walking by and down the stairs, looking around. I went and sat on the couch, Gabe still following me like a lost puppy.
"Ah, you get used to it after a while." He said reasuringly. Great. "But anyways, I need a favor."
"And what may that be?" I asked him.
"I got a little bit in trouble at school. And now my teacher wants to talk with my parents." He said, using his arms in exageration.
"So? What does that have to do with me?" I smiled a confused smile.
"Funny you should ask, Olivia. Or should I say- MOM." He said, cutting his last word off. Wait, what? No, no, no, no, no.
"Yeah, sorry. But no." I said, getting up and starting walking to what I think was the kitchen. Gabe started calling me back. I stopped and turned back around.
"Come on! Mrs. Monroe is very old, and has terrible eye sight." He said, shaking his head. Was this kid serious?
"What? Are you crazy, I'm not going to pretend to be your mom." I said, walking closer to the door.
"Hm. Here's an interesting article about the newest band, Lemonade Mouth!" He said. I stopped in my tracks. Oh, he wouldn't. "I do believe that their lead singer can't make it to there concert, now, can't she."
I walked closer, and sure enough it said that I wasn't going to be on tour. His family couldn't know. I'd have to do this to protect them. And, how bad could it be?
"Alright, I'll do it." I said. He smiled, and hugged me. Yeah, yeah. Little evil child. Oh, Stella would get a kick out of this one. "Okay, so even if I do agree, who are you going to get to play your dad?"
"Hey guys," PJ said, walking into the room with a water bottle and sat on the couch.
"PJ, I need you to be my pretend dad at school." Gabe said, playing with his phone and leaning against the wall.
"Sure," PJ responded. Wait, he couldn't be legit, right?
"That's it, your just going to do what he says?" I questioned.
"In the long run it just saves time." He responded, looking at a small piece of paper. Alright then.
Was this the right classroom? Ah, hopefully. Oh, I can't believe I'm doing this. Stella would probably enjoy me doing this. Oh, Stella.
"Hello." I smiled, walking into the classroom.
"Mom!" Gabe said. I frowned a little bit but put the smile right back on.
"Ah, there you are, my little scamp." Eh, wouldn't hurt to embaress him a little. It's what he gets.
He laughed, then quietly said, "Tone it down." Mrs. Monroe got up from the desk and came to shake my hand, introducing herself.
"It's nice to meet you. Amy Duncan, nurse, mother of three, how you doing?" I said, shaking her hand. I was about to fall over laughing. Yeah, I could do this. This was some what, kind of fun. In a bad sort of way. But I liked it.
Oh, Olivia. Where have you gone to...
Out of the reflection of the lamp, I saw that someone was in the doorway. "Ah, now here is my... husband." I said, taking in PJ with a suit on and a fake mustache. Oh, jeez. Hopefully Gabe was right about her being half way blind.
"Dad?" Gabe said in more of a question than a formal greet. PJ stepped foward.
"Yes, sorry I'm late, chaps." He said in the weirdest British accent.
"Oh, Mr. Duncan, I didn't know you were British!" Mrs. Monroe said, putting her hand over her chest.
"Yeah, neither did Mrs. Duncan." I said, taking a step back when PJ stepped closer. He got closer to my face.
"That's right. I'm British," he said, not pronouncing the 't'.
Mrs. Munroe started talking again. "What an interesting accent, what part of England are you from?"
Uh oh. I looked at PJ who seemed frozen for a second. Then he started saying random sounds. "Aus...trishishishoia." Uh, what?
"Pardon?" Mrs. Monroe said.
PJ repeated himself. "Austrishishishoia."
"Oh, I've never hear of Austrishishoia before,"
"You're one 'shish' short, love." He said to her, making me think back of Wen. Oh, Wen. What you be saying if you were here right now? Ah, probably nothing, he'd be to busy laughing. Nice guy.
"Uh, dad. I'm in trouble, let's focus on that." Gabe said, grabbing onto my arm and leading me towards a chair, PJ followed along.
"Yes. Now, Gabe has been acting up in class, and-"
"Yes, rest assured, we are well aware of this problem, and are going to put an end, to this behavior." I said, PJ agreeing. He then got up out of his seat, and walked over to where Gabe was standing.
"Yes, I will be taking the young lad to the-" I didn't understand what he said after that. But apparently, he was going to "ship Gabe's party," I think...
Mrs. Monroe looked even more confused than I did. "What?"
"Oh, it's just something we say, in, Aust- Austri- Au- where he's from." I responded. Oh Gabe, you owe me big time.
A few minutes later we were told that we could leave. We walked out and PJ drove us all home, as him and Gabe were laughing about what the name of the place we were talking about a few minutes earlier.
I sat in the passanger seat, taking my phone out and texting Stella and Mo.
You are not going to believe what I just did. -Olivia
Which got be both quick responses of what I did and how have I been. I told them all about what I had done and why I did it, and they said that my plan was a good idea, and then laughed at the part about how I explained it.
A few minutes later we were back at the house, and Gabe jumped out, walking inside. "You coming in?" PJ asked. I smiled at him and opened the car door.
"Yeah, I'll be in in a few minutes." I said back, quietly. He nodded. He then started walking, but then turned back around.
"Look, I don't know if you like us or not, but I know that I like you. In a sister way. Just, putting that out there," he said. I nodded. "but thanks for helping out with Gabe tonight. It means a lot to us."
"It was actually, kind of fun." I told him, truthfully. He laughed at that. "You guys are alright."
"Thank you, love." He said in the British accent and then walked into the house. I sighed and closed the car door, starting to walk to the house but saw headlights. They pulled up right across the street from the house. Weird... who would be coming here at this hour?
A brunette girl walked out of the car, waving at me and then walked right into the house. Okay, that's not odd. I walked up the porch steps after she got into the house a couple minutes earlier, and was about to open the door when more head lights came down the street. Oh, great. More people?
They stopped the motorcycle, which was odd. You didn't see a lot of people around here with one. I tensed up. We're we being robbed? He stopped it, took the key out and put the bike on its stand. He took off his helmet, but I still could see who it was. He started walking towards me and I took a small step back, squinting my eyes. And that's when I saw who it was.
"Wen!" I halfway shouted across the street. Ah, who cares who hears me. I ran to him, tripping on the the last step and starting falling towards the ground, but he caught me, holding me upright. "What are you doing here?"
He laughed and spun me around. "What? I can't see my girlfriend?"
"I'm not complaining about that! I mean, you drove here! That's gotta be like, what, 32 hours?"
"Exactly." he said, putting my down on my own feet but still leaving an arm on me. "I needed to make sure for myself that this family is a good one. And plus I just wanted to see you. Now, why don't we go out for some ice cream. My treat."
I looked back at the house and saw that the brunette girl was talking to PJ. Ah, I wouldn't be missed. "Let's go." I said, taking his hand and pulling him towards his motorcycle.
We talked for a few hours, about the band and the tour and everything. He said that we were having a concert around here in a couple of weeks, so maybe I could go to that concert and watch them and talk to them. I smiled. That would be nice. I really missed him.
My grip on Wen's waist tightened as he turned the corner onto the street. He slowly pulled to a stop, knowing that I hated being thrown around. (A/N: There is a fly on my foot!)
He got off first then helped me off, pulling me into his arms and bring his forehead down to rest on mine. I closed my eyes and sighed. I opened them back up as I started talking. "I missed you."
"I missed you to, Liv." He whispered. His hand caressed my cheek for a moment, before he leaned down and placed his lips on mine. I moaned into it, pushing myself closer to him. His hands slid down and went to my waist, then slid even further down, cupping my bottom and pulling my even closer to him, just as his tongue entered my mouth.
We stood like that, kissing for a few more minutes, until we both needed air. We stood back, looking at eachother and panting. A few seconds after I collected myself, I noticed how cold it was. "Do you want to go inside?" I asked him.
He smiled, his eyes lighting up as he leaned down and gave me a peck on the lips. "Let's go."
We walked up to the porch and I pushed open the door, to be met with Mrs. Monroe. Wait, when did she get here!
"Look, and here she is, with her boyfriend! I saw them getting ice cream together!" Mrs. Monroe said. I turned to Wen. Oh, this was not going to turn out good. I took a step back, stumbling, but Wen grabbed me, putting his hands on my waist.
"Your, cheating on me, your a married women," PJ said in the British accent, putting his hands on his hips. I felt Wen tense up.
"Your married?" He asked, astonished. I turned around, putting my hand on his arm.
"No,"
"You're not?" Mrs. Monroe asked. I turned back to look at her.
"Of course I am." I said hurriedly, smiling. Gabe then came out of the kitchen, saw us, and turned right back around. "GABE!" I called for him. He came back.
"Yes, mother?" He called. I don't even know if this is possible, but Wen tensed up even more.
I walked away from Wen, leaving him frozen at the door and went over to Gabe. "Uh, Gabe. Mrs. Monroe has found out that your father and I are having problems." I knew that Wen would piece all this together, and figure out the wrong answer. I'd have some explaining to do.
"And does she know, that, you two are the reason that I miss behave?"
Mrs. Monroe put her hand over her heart, breathing out. "I do now," she said. Gabe copied her movements, making a sad face and shaking his head.
"Maybe some good can come out of all of this pain," he fake sobbed out. I smiled and leaned in towards him.
"Tone it down," I said quickly. He straightened up. "Now, Mrs. Monroe as you can see, we have some healing to do."
"Which, I would just like to do, with my parents, and their dates." Gabe said sadly, trying to usher her out. I noticed that Wen moved to the other side of the room, away from the door and more near the back of the couch.
PJ grabbed onto Mrs. Monroe and led her out. "Stay warm love, don't want you to freeze off the english muffins." He said, just about to open the door when Amy, Bob, and Charlie walked in.
Oh shoot. How are we going to explain this? Gabe stepped up. "GRANDMA, GRANDPA!" He said, hugging both of them. I snorted quietly. Yup, always a step ahead.
Amy looked shocked. "What's going on?"
"I'm Gabe's teacher, I came over here to talk to his parents." Mrs. Monroe said, a confused look on her face.
"Uh, we're his parents." Bob said, placing Charlie down. She ran over to the couch and sat down on it. Gabe then grabbed onto his dad's arm, and shouted in his ear.
"That's right, grandpa. You're my dad!" he said, then quietly leaned towards over to his teacher and whispered, "He thinks he's the president too."
Amy looked freaked out and looked at me. Then at Wen. "Who are you?"
"Hey, I'm Wen." He said, slowly, then looked at me. I ran over to him. I needed to protect him too. Ah great, now what do I say?
"We're just 's from... Canada!" I said loudly. Gabe snorted, and somewhat waved at us.
"Is that your motercycle out front?" Bob asked. Oh great, he probably didn't like motorcycles and was going to kick Wen right out. I shouldn't have brought him here. I couldn't even call this place my home. Well, I would just start having to do that. I would have to follow their rules. Oh, they probably hated me now.
"Yes, sir." Wen spoke, taking a step closer to me.
"I love motorcycles," Bob said. Well, in that case.
"We're dating. Me and Wen, and nope... hes not from Canada." I said, grabbing onto his arm. PJ came towards us. Wen took a small step in front of me.
"Will you stop throwing that in my face?" PJ said, again putting his hands on his hips.
"We're done with that part." I said.
He looked relieved. "Jolly, good." He said, turning around and walking back to his date. Then the real parents and Gabe started talking to the teacher. I looked at Wen and he had the most confused expression on his face that I bursted out laughing.
He chuckled, not really smiling but it was somewhat there. "I had to fake being Gabe's mom and PJ's husband so we could talk to his teacher." I said. His eyes cleared up just a little bit and he just shook his head, staring at me and smiling.
"Lemonade!" Charlie screamed from the couch. Wen and I jumped, taking a step away from her. PJ and his date then came over and looked at us. Then the girl started hitting PJ on the arm.
"Wait, your Lemonade Mouth!" She screamed out. Ah great. Covers out. I looked up at Wen to see that he was going to deny it, but I just shook my head. What was the use. They'd all find out eventually.
"Yeah." I finally said.
"I love your music! I'm Skylar, by the way." She said, shaking both our hands. Alright then. "So you guys really are dating?" we just nodded. "Wow. That's amazing!" Uh, really? Okay.
Finally Mrs. Monroe left and Amy and Bob closed the door and looked at all of us. "Your who?"
"Lemonade Mouth," Gabe said, walking over. The parents looked even more confused. "They're a band. A very popular band. Which I don't know why none of you noticed. I knew right when she walked in."
"Your famous?" Amy asked. I nodded sheepishly, hiding my face in Wen's chest.
"Yup. Your grandmother didn't mention that," she laughed out quietly.
"Oh, mom come on. You love the camera," PJ said, directing the attention off of me, which I was thankful for.
"Well, that is true." She said, fanning her hair out. We all laughed. Maybe this family wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Maybe I'll be doing this for Charlie some day," Gabe said suddenly. I just shook my head and looked at the toddler.
"Good luck, Charlie."
Gaaaah. I'm home from school, sick. Anyone wanna talk? Anyways, did you like this one? The rest of the band will be in the next chapter, because we will be moving into more of the future. I think that it's needed, to that Olivia can feel more like herself around them.
So, did you enjoy it! Yes? No? Fail. I'm just joking. Leave a review! Oh! And to clear this all up:
No, Olivia's name will not be changed to Teddy.
The pairings are, for Lemonade Mouth: Wen/Olivia, Mo/Scott, and if you guys want, Stella/Charlie. They'd make a good couple, I think. I don't know yet. Maybe in the future.
For Good Luck Charlie: Its just PJ/Skylar for now.
Any more questions, just review or leave me a PM and I'll get back to you. Thanks for reading!
-May
