So I know that I'm doing this same story plot line for the WoWP, but I just was watching it again and I had this idea for the plot with this story. It may be the same, but will be a little different.

This is going to take place a couple of months into when Olivia joined the Duncan's. I'd say about 2 months in. Alright?

And I'm going to just stop talking now and get this going!

Disclaimer: Don't own Lemonade Mouth or Good Luck Charlie.

"You need that plane ticket in two weeks, Olivia!" Stella yelled at me over the phone. Hey, wasn't really my fault! I stepped over Charlie's toys on the ground and sat down on the floor with her, standing up all of her blocks.

"Uh, it's not that easy Stella. I need to get the money. I can't just ask Amy and Bob to give me four hundred plus dollars! I'd feel really bad." I told her. The entire band wanted me to go to Florida with them and to stay at Stella's aunt's pent house for Spring break.

Charlie knocked over the blocks I had set up, laughing and clapping her hands. Oh yeah. I really needed this trip. "Alright, I'll get the money myself. Now all I have to do is convince them to let me go..."

"Alright. Well I have to go, we're going to start the concert in a couple minutes. Wait, Wen says he loves you, -yeah Wen, I told her!" She yelled the last part. Ah, Wen. I miss you. "Bye, Liv."

She hung up and right then Bob came into the house. A few minutes later we were in the airport, walking so we could get checked in. Alright, I guess this would be a good time. "Um, mom, dad?" I asked quietly. It was really weird to call them that, but I knew that they both liked it. "I need to ask you something,"

"Go ahead," Amy said, somewhat out of breath.

"Can I go with the, um, band to Stella's aunt's house? For Spring break... please?"

They looked at eachother and I just knew what the answer was already. "Olivia, you know that I would love to say yes, but I just don't think your ready for that. If you were 23 then yeah."

"Oh, come on. I have some money, I just need a little bit more and I can get that-"

"Guys, let's go." Bob said, ushering us towards the metal detectors. Ah great. Gabe came up to me then.

"You just have to show her that your responsable. Worked for me." He said, fixing his shirt.

What? "Why, what did you want to do?"

"Uh, yeah. I'll save that for another time..." he trailed off. Okay?

I. Hate. Planes. I thought as we finally settled down after running all the way to the plane. Gabe had to make us have all of our luggage checked because he was hiding his game station thing under his shirt, and a controller under PJ's. How he didn't feel that I'm not sure, but oh well.

My phone started ringing and I quickly answered it.

"Liv, yeah we may be going sooner. You need the ticket. Like, right now." Stella's voice came through the phone, but it sounded like she was panting. I frowned.

"How was the concert?"

"Awesome!" She said, but then paused. "Uh, I mean. It was, alright."

It was these moments that I sometimes wish that I wasn't here where I was. I could be on stage, with my boyfriend and other best friends. They were my real family. But now I had another family. Two of them. My family, and the Duncan family.

"Alright. Well I guess I can't go anyways, since-"

"Attention all passangers. We are over booked by one person, so we are looking for a volunteer to take a later flight, in exchange for a round trip ticket to any destination-"

"ME!" I all but shouted, raising me hand. This is a way that I could show Amy and Bob that I was responsible, AND I didn't need the extra few hundred bucks. I grabbed my stuff and started running off the plane, Amy calling after me.

"What are you doing!" She asked. The hat that I was wearing on top of my head was starting to fall off, and I knew soon that when more people started arriving that I was going to have to put on my sunglasses so no one would really know who I was. Yeah, the first time didn't go over so well. But that didn't matter right now.

"Being responsible. I'll be on the next flight, it'll probably just be a couple hours behind you guys. I'll see you later!" I called, walking down the path and back into the airport. I quickly texted Stella and told her that I would be able to go. See? Everything worked out, I thought as the lady was looking up the next flight for me to get on, and give me my free ticket.

That is, until Amy showed up behind me.

Nice.

"You know, we did only ask for one person," the ticket lady said. Amy just looked at her.

"You think I'm going to let my daughter get off the plane by herself?" She asked. I sighed. Oh, mom. So sweet. Yeah, not really. "You trying to tell me how to be a parent? Do you want to go there!"

The ticket lady looked frightened. "No ma'am," she spoke, putting a hand up. "no I don't." She looked to me. "Here's your free ticket. Now let's see when I can get you both on the next flight, which is in... three days."

Wait, what?

At that moment my phone started vibrating and I noticed that it was a text from Wen, but I didn't answer it. Three days? We couldn't wait that long. We needed to get to our grandparents house. I needed to get to Palm Springs! And not just me, mom too!

"Three days!" Amy yelled at her. Alrighty then, calm down.

"Mom, I got this," I said, putting an arm on her shoulder. I smiled at the lady. "You don't really mean, three days, do you?"

"I'm afraid so," she smiled somewhat sadly. The phone buzzed again, but I ignored it. "That's the next flight that isn't fully booked."

Amy started saying something, but I cut her off. "I got this," I turned towards the lady. "you don't really mean, three days, right?"

"Yes, that's the only flight that isn't over booked. After all, it IS the holidays," she said in a cheery voice. I really wanted to punch her in the face.

"I think we can do better," Amy said. Oh shoot.

The ticket lady looked at her with a what-did-you-just-say-to-me look. "Are you telling me how to do my job? Do you wanna go there?"

"Oh yeah," Amy said. Ah great, this isn't going to work out very well. "I wanna go there."

"Olivia?"

"Yeah, Wen."

"Why didn't you answer before?"

"I was... busy."

"Is that a guy talking in the background?"

"Ah. More like yelling at Am- mom to pick up her feet."

"And why does Amy need to pick up her feet?"

"We're being escorted out of the airport by security."

"Hey, you look really familiar." One of the guys said as he finally dropped Amy onto the side of the road. She looked like that wanted to kick them. I tipped the hat somewhat to cover my face a little more. "Wait, are you-"

"That kid over there's kicking a soda machine!" I yelled and pointed to a random spot in the airport. Both security guards turned around and started running into the building. I sighed.

"Hey, are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

Aw, so sweet. "I'm fine. I guess. Look, I'll call you guys back in a couple of minutes. Or, later tonight, with the concert and all."

"Alright. Bye Liv. I love you,"

"Love you too." I said, then shut my phone off.

And it's a good thing that I did shut it off. Well, we get kicked out of the airport. Alright. We take a bus. Can't go on it because Amy threw up a lot and the passengers didn't want to ride with her.

So what do we do? We walk. Eight miles. Oh yeah. In the snow. And for the whole time, Amy won't SHUT UP! Hey, that's a little mean, Olivia. Right. Sorry. I just want to get to Palm Springs. Was that so hard to ask!

Next, our car breaks down. And falls apart. Legit, falls apart. I swear that I'm going to just kill myself now. Oh, no not seriously people.

So we get it towed. Walk a little more. End up at a diner. Meet some people. I try to jack a ride off them. It finally works. But apparently, these people are all whacked up.

"Are you okay?" I ask Amy. She looked over at me, a frown on her face and her skin a little flushed.

"Not really. I need another bag." She said, looking down. Oh, great.

"Mom," I groaned out, trying to open the bag. It was jammed. The two nice people giving us the ride were talking but I really wasn't paying attention. Until they said something about aliens. What the f-

"Did you say aliens?" Amy interupted my grumbly mind. Ugh, this wasn't me. I'm not usually this cranky. Well, maybe if I hadn't had just taken that stupid plane ticket. But it was for a good cause. Yeah, for me. Selfish somewhat...

"Oh yeah," the lady said. She seemed nice. And sane. Until she pulled out two tin foil rapped hats, which they both put on their heads.

They kept going on and on about being abducted by aliens. Alright then. How far away were we from Vegas? Suddenly my phone started buzzing with a whole bunch of text messages, each from a member of the band. Except for Wen. Wait, was he okay?

From: Mo

Don't listen to it!

Wait, what?

From: Charlie

I know what it looks like, but it was taken at the wrong time.

What were they talking about?

From: Stella

I really have nothing to say to this... I'm somewhat angry myself. Well, I wasn't there really but, I don't know.

Okay, what is going on? I was just about to call one of them but that's the exact moment when my phone finally died. Then I knew what they were talking about. My bag had ripped open, and I hadn't noticed that I had gotten that magazine. It was published yesterday. And right on the front cover, was Wen.

Kissing another girl.

I stared at it for what felt like hours, but I knew it was only a couple minutes. Amy finally noticed that I wasn't talking any more, and looked over at me.

"Wait, isn't that-"

"Yeah." Was all I said. I quickly flipped open to the page that it said to go to and I skimmed it quickly. Until I saw some sentences stick out.

'Lead pianist leaving lead singer for new country rising star,' and 'found them kissing after the Lemonade Mouth concert in Florida.'

"Olivia, I-"

"It's okay." I said, even though I really wanted to burst out crying. And punching something. I come all this way, and then figure out that my boyfriend, the love of my life, is cheating on me with some other chick? Well, I guess this is what I get for leaving them to go on tour.

But why would he do this?

"Unless, your pregnant!" The lady all but screamed. My train of thought faltered and I looked over at Amy who gave me a small smile.

"Surprise." she said in a quiet voice. Wait, 5 kids? Was this lady crazy? How was she going to raise 5 kids? I would have to wait until I was 18, and then go back to Rhode Island. Maybe dad would be out of jail and I could go live with him. Or I could... find myself my own home.

Away from Wen.

Away from the band.

Away from the Duncans.

It's what's good for all of us.

We finally pulled up in Vegas in front of a restaurant, which I was really starting to think about breaking in and stealing food just so we could eat. But no, that wouldn't be a good thing to do. I put my hat on and sunglasses so people wouldn't recognize me and start a huge scene.

"Alright. I need to go to the bathroom, so can you watch our bags-" she was cut off by a girl coming up to us and asking for change for supper. Oh yeah, give her the change that we could use. Well, at least she'd probably be eating well. I didn't need the food. What was the use any way? I should just die right now.

"Hey," Amy said, putting a hand on my arm. "I know that this whole, Wen thing is awful. But just know that we're here for you. Now, you just watch the- wait, where's our bags?" Our bags were now gone. Did someone really steal our luggage! My hands turned into fists.

And I did the only thing I could.

I screamed out in frustration. Most people seemed to stop and stare, other just walked by as if it was normal for random strangers to scream on the side of the street. So we started walking. Maybe we'd see our luggage. And I could punch the person who stole it.

We walked for an hour or so. Until Amy started talking.

"I can't believe someone stole our stuff. You know, if you had just watched our stuff-"

"Oh, so you're blaming this on me!"

"Yes!" She yelled. Alright then. "No luggage, no purse, no money. And I'm starving."

"It could be worse," I muttered out.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'd like to see how. Hope that plane ticket was worth it, Olivia."

Oh, okay, now it's really on. "Okay, you know what? I did my best, to get us out of this. And you haven't exactly been helpful." I stopped walking. She turned to look at me, her eyes angry.

"That's because you wanted to prove how responsable you were-"

"Mom, I'm not the parent. I'm not suppost to be responsable,"

"And I'm not the one who ruined Christmas!" She yelled out. Then she stopped and her eyes widened. But it was too late. It was my fault. She was right. Now no one liked me. She hated me, because I ruined her family's vacation. Wen obviously doesn't like me, since he's out making out with other girls while I'm away.

"That's the meanest thing you've ever said to me-" she started to say my name but I cut her off again. "What? Did you think that I wanted to ruin Christmas for your family? I already feel awful and you just want me to feel worse." I cried, the tears falling more than ever, and all I really wanted was Wen.

But I couldn't.

So I walked away from her. She called after me but I yelled at her to leave me alone.

I walked, and it was slowly starting to get dark. And I was starving, but that didn't take my mind off of how everything was going wrong. I finally found a spot near a fountain where no one was, and took a seat.

And suddenly my head was just coming up with lyrics and music on it's own.

Turn down that street,
and the memories come, flooding in.
The porch light is smiling,
like it's asking me, where you been?

I need this more than ever,
and then I open the door.

It's like everything that's on my mind,
just disappears.
And I realize how much I'm missing you.

Right in this moment, I know that it's true.
The only thing that matters.
The only thing that matters,
only thing that matters.

Is Christmas, with you.
Christmas, with you.

When I finally stopped the song, I saw that Amy was sitting behind me, and some huge santa guy was running towards a tree... okay?

It was finally starting to get dark, and now I really was starving. So you know what happenend. I put my hat on the ground, and started singing.

People came and put money in the hat, faily quickly. Huh. Maybe some people really did like my singing. I smiled at them and then counted up the money. Amy came over then, and I knew that she didn't mean what she had said earlier.

"I got us enough for an eight ninety-nine buffet," I laughed softly. She just smiled and hugged me.

Once we got our food, we ran into the person who stole our things. It was the girl looking for spare change. After talking with her, we figured out why she was doing it, and Amy talked to her mom and solved everything. Until she couldn't get a plane ticket back home.

"I want you to have this," I told her, taking out my all trip ticket. She refused, but I gave it to her. She thanked us and we got her a cab, and then she was gone.

"That was a really responsable thing of you to do," Amy said as we walked near the steps to stand.

"It's okay. I don't really want to go on the trip any more..." I sighed out. I could. Wen would be there, oh yeah probably with his new blonde. Ah. Nice. Not.

"Well, maybe it wasn't like that. You said your friends were telling you it wasn't true. Maybe they were right."

She did have a point. But they just were probably saying that because they knew about the rough time I was going through and wanted to let me down gently. At least they had the thought of calling me.

Not like Wen.

Wen.

I miss you.

Alright, stop thinking that. He's cheating on you. Stay strong. Ah. Alright. So Amy called Bob, and he should be coming to pick us up. Well you know what?

"Let's go meet dad half way. I'm sure there's a rental car place around here."

And that car rental place was not open. So, we are now riding a bike. From around eleven o'clock at night until around six, we rode through the canyon.

"Wow, I would have thought that we would have met them by now." I said as we took a break from riding.

"Yeah so did I." Amy said, catching her breath. She turned back to look at me and she smiled. Then she sat back on the bike, and we were off again.

Woah. Alright, so I'm stopping there. Hey, it's 1:04 AM. That's nice. So I have a question for you guys. I'll wait for a couple of reviews, and then we'll see what I can do so I can finish off the next chapter.

I was thinking, and I could work this into the story if you guys liked it. Should Olivia be pregnant. That's all I'm asking. Obviously, it's Wen's kid. It's just a thought, let me know if you guy's like the idea.

Oh, and Olivia is 17, almost 18, while Wen has been 18 for a while. Charlie and Mo are also 18, and Stella is 17. Alright, I think that's pretty much it. Okay, so review and we'll see how the rest of the story turns out hopefully tomorrow!

-Maybeth