Okay, I just typed up more than half of this chapter, and now it like got all erased. So I'm pretty mad- YO I AM IN THE MOOD FOR COCOA! Anyways, I'm gonna go get some, but first, let's start the chapter. AGAIN.


Disclaimer: Don't own Lemonade Mouth.


Chapter 2: That is True
Olivia's POV

"OLIVIA!" Someone shouted from the door. I jumped, landing much closer to Wen. He steadied me, rubbing my arm up and down. It was, calming.

Wait a second... I knew these kids... they were from the cafateria! And, there was Ray!

"Ray!" I shouted. Wen tensed next to me, his hand pausing. I looked at Ray and he looked confused.

"Hey, Olivia." The girl that his arm was wrapped around looked at Ray curiously. He just shrugged. She shook her head. I'm guessing that that is Stella.

"You're alive!" She said, smiling and coming over and wrapping her arm around me. I smiled back. They were all very friendly, or I hoped they were.

"Guys," Wen started talking. They all looked at him. "she can't remember anything. Except Ray, apparently." He said, making Ray's name come out like a curse word. I looked at him. What did he have against him?

"Well, I mean, who could ever forget about me?" Ray said. I rolled my boys. Oh well, boys would be boys.

The girl with long brown hair started talking then. She has something in a bag, but I wasn't sure. "Well, I'm Mo. And this is Scott." she said, nodding to the guy who wrapped his arm around her. I nodded back, smiling a little. He smiled. "And that is Charlie, Stella, and well, you already know Ray."

Stella was starting to say something, but the tall doctor guy came back. He told me that my grandmother was waiting for me at home and that the band could take me back there once I was ready. Well, that was good enough for me!

I jumped out of bed, well, stumbled would be the more appropriate word. Wen caught me though, and it felt normal, and really good, to be held in his arms. He was so strong. I felt safe for the first time since I woke up. He slowly released me from his grip, almost as if he didn't want that moment to end either.

Mo handed me the bag, which I think had some of my clothes. I smiled, thanking her. Right before I closed the door, all the guys exluding Wen started laughing. Why was that?

"Well Wen. You're girl's got a nice behind, I'll give you that," Ray said. I heard a growling sound and then a loud thump. What did he just do? Wait, my behind? I turned my neck to see that indeed my butt was hanging out the back of the hospital gown. Ah, great. Now they all saw my butt.

And wait a second, did they just call me Wen's girl? Not that I would mind or anything. I mean, it really did feel like I knew him from somewhere. Did we have something going on between us? He didn't say anything about it... so why were they saying things like that? I shook my head. Answers will come for those who wait... I think I had that saying on a fortune cookie once... hm... okay then...

I quickly changed into jeans and a t-shirt and sweatshirt. I pulled out the boots and put them on, before running my fingers through my hair, fixing it back to it's straight self. Finally satisfied, I opened the door to see the rest of the group all standing near the door.

I walked quickly to where they were all standing, feeling somewhat comfortable with all of them. They were, very nice... hopefully. "Well, come on people. Let's go before I die from these lights," I half joked, somewhat shielding my eyes away from the harsh light.

They all laughed and started to follow but a whole bunch of flashing lights came into vision. They were all coming from outside. What was that? Wen pulled my back, wrapping his arm around my waist. I tried to see again, but the door frame was in my way.

"Why are they out there? Is there someone famous here?" I questioned. Wen chuckled. Then it all came to me. "They are here for us, aren't they." I trailed off. The group nodded. They started walking out first, and then it was me and Wen. He leaned down, low enough to talk into my ear.

"Just don't say anything and hold onto me." he said. I nodded, grabbing onto the arm that was around me. We opened the door, and it was the most scariest thing I have ever seen. There were people everywhere, some with cameras, some with micraphones and some with these weird poster boards. Did that say, Wenlivia? Maybe Wen and I were actually together. I would have to ask him when and if we were alone together again.

Finally we made it to a black car, as to which he opened the passanger seat and I got in. He shouted something at the paparazzi and then got into the car himself and started driving away.

"What did you tell them?" I asked quietly, turning my whole body towards him. He shook his head, his right hand on the stearing wheel and the other folded into a fist, biting his knuckles.

We drove in silence for a couple of minutes. He suddenly grabbed onto my hand. I didn't complain. He looked at me, muttering a sorry, but his grip didn't loosen.

"Wen, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead,"

"Did we... I mean... are we..."

"Dating?"

I sat quietly. He looked over. He looked thoughful for a moment. "Would you like that?"

What could I say? That from the first moment I saw him I've been saying that he's cute and funny and awkward and I think I love him? It doesn't make sense though. I couldn't tell him that. I shrugged. He let out a stress filled chuckle. "Be honest, Liv."

Another flashback came, this time it was with the band and some other chick, and we were all sitting in tall chairs. There was an audiance infront of us, and cameras all around. Were we on tv?

"Yeah, yeah. She's... she's my girl." Wen said, looking at me. I smiled at him, grabbing onto his hand. Then it flashed foward a little bit more. I was singing and Wen was helping me down off a platform and he kissed my hand, mouthing the words 'I love you,' right after.

That had to mean something. We were dating. I was dating Wen. "We were on tv." I stated, completly ignoring his other comment. He nodded. "Moxie."

"And you said I was your girl." I said, looking out the window, hiding my smile.

"That's true. Because you are."


Wen's POV

She somewhat blushed once I said that. I mean, why would I lie to her? Even if she couldn't remember... or maybe I shouldn't have said that. Maybe she'd freak out and demand that I never see her again. She nodded her head and looked out the window. Wait, was she smiling?

"That's a good thing." She said finally after a couple of seconds. I pulled up in front of her house.

"And why's that?" I asked, still holding onto her hand. She turned to look at me, and it made me think about how things were before the accident. Somehow, I knew that it was my fault. If I hadn't have swerved, maybe it could have been me in that bed instead of Olivia. I would trade anything to have her perfectly fine again.

"Because I really like you. And that may sound weird. But I feel safe with you. When I woke up, I didn't know what happenend. But you were there. And I don't know. We're we a good couple?"

I laughed at the last part. What was I suppost to tell her? We were the best couple that I ever knew, and that didn't just come from me. It came from everybody. We didn't fight that often, and when we ever did, we solved it quickly and made up fairly fast. "We were the perfect couple."

"That's what I think Stella was saying in that letter she wrote." She told me. What letter? "The one on the desk." Oh. Okay then. She looked out the window and smiled. "I remember this place."

"Good." I said. If her memory kept coming back like this, then she'd have it back before a week. Hopefully.

We stepped out the car and walked to the front door. Ms. White was already standing at the door, waiting for us. She pulled Olivia in for a hug and then ushered both of us inside. She told Olivia to go get comfortable while she went out to the store quickly.

"Wen, will you stay and make sure she's alright?" She asked me before she left. I smiled and nodded my head. She patted my shoulder and then was out the door, leaving just the two of us.

I walked her to her room, which she looked shocked at. "That's a lot of books," she muttered. I full out grinned.

"Yeah, I know. That's what I told you before. You said you enjoyed reading." I told her. She smiled back at me, sitting down on her bed and patting the spot next to it. I sat down and she instantly grabbed onto my hand. I don't even think she noticed it as she looked around the room.

"The rest of the band," she said quietly. I looked at her. "where are they now?"

Should I tell her? Ah, I mean why not. She is in the band. "They are with our manager. We're not sure about what we are going to do. We are trying to hold of the record deal that we started already, but it's not looking so good."

She looked confused. "We didn't finish a song?" she questioned. I nodded. We didn't finish a lot of songs, now that I think of it. Well, hopefully she could remember some of them. Wait, did she even remember how to sing? Do people forget about that when they can't remember anything!

"Can you sing?" I asked quietly. She raised her eyebrows at me.

"If I'm the lead singer, then I should be able to sing, now shouldn't I?" she said, then smiled. "I remember that."

"Well, just try." I said. She cleared her throat and started doing different harmonies. And she still had the same voice. But she looked very uncomfortable.

"You look, not so comfortable. What's wrong?" I asked. She shook her head.

"I don't know. I mean, that was horrible. I can't sing. I don't like to sing in front of people. How did I even sing in front of everyone at Madisen Square Garden!"

"Woah. Alright, you just keep remembering things at random times... and why is it mostly when your mad or upset with yourself?" She just remembered like three different things. Is that normal. She just shrugged, falling back onto the bed and pulling me down with her. I lied on my side so that I could face her, my hand holding my head up.

We sat there for what seemed like hours, but it had really only been about a few minutes. My phone started vibrating and I looked at it to see that it was a text from Charlie. Apparently Olivia had to finish the song she had started and sing the rest of it before the end of tomorrow. The rest of the songs could be put on hold, but her song was going to be put out as a single, so that people didn't know that she lost her memory. That's nice. Now how was I suppost to tell her this?

"Olivia-"

"I can read, Wendell."

"Alrighty then- hey. You know I hate that."

"Do I?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Do I really?"

Oooh, Olivia's remembering a loooooot isn't she? Yeah. Well, when I lost my memory, I started gaining it back right when I entered my house. It was kind of freaky. But anyways, how'd you like this chapter! Was it all you wanted and more!

Yeah. Probably not. So its only 7:55pm over here and I'm already tired. But to bad! Imma keep typing till I crash- zzzzzzz.

-May