Wen POV-

What? Olivia was being taken away from us? From me? This was not happening. But it was. But I wouldn't let it.

I smiled at the lady than said. "Nope." And slammed the door in her face. And locked it.

Olivia POV-

OMG. I can't believe Wen just did that! It was totally hilarious! I mean, you should have seen the lady's face!

We ran out the back door as fast as we could and into the woods behind my house.

"Quick, this way!" Wen called. He seemed to know exactly where he was going. I trusted him, so I followed.

We beat our way through a couple more bushes, and then came out into the open. How did we end up at Wen's house?

Wen didn't stop. He ran straight for the stables. But he didn't stop at the stalls either. He dashed up to the paddocks.

"Wen!" I yelled. I grabbed his arm to make him stop. "Where are we going?"

"It was…supposed to be a…surprise… for Christmas…" He panted. "But need them… now…"

I obviously had no idea what he was talking about. We all caught our breath, then Wen lead the way up to the paddocks.

"Mo first." The redhead smiled and pointed towards the paddock. In the fenced in space was a beautiful, regal looking dark bay Morgan horse. It tossed it's head and pranced over to us.

Mo tentatively reached out her hand, and the horse nudged it with its soft muzzle. "She's beautiful! What's her name?"

Wen grinned "Artemis. Goddess of the moon."

The name was fitting, as the horse's eyes were glowing silver.

"Charlie next." Wen gestured towards a dun Quarter Horse. It's muscles rippled under his shiny coat, but his eyes were lazy and friendly.

Charlie laughed as the horse clomped over. "What's his name?"

"Puzzle Piece," Wen replied.

Well, I hope he planned to share it with Mohini, who he usually turned to when he needed help with the alphabet or some other extremely advanced thing like that.

Stella's was a fiery chestnut thoroughbred named Sadie that seemed like more work than she was worth. Not unlike Stella herself, actually.

Scott's horse was a dark brown Spanish Mustang named Falcon. He was super stubborn, which made him perfect for Scott.

Wen showed us he'd also treated himself to a black Rocky Mountain horse named Tuxedo. I had to laugh at the name, but it was suiting since he had a white chest.

Turns out, he saved the best for last. When we reached the last paddock, I didn't even need an explanation.

In the paddock, grazing on lush green grass, was the most beautiful horse I had ever seen. It was obviously an Arabian. Its coat was dapple gray and her eyes were crystal blue.

"Wha- what's her…" I was so shocked. Shocked that Wen would choose this gorgeous horse for me, that he would think I was even worthy of touching her.

But Wen didn't even need me to finish the sentence. "Undying Love." Wen said it so softly that I almost didn't hear him.

"Awwwwwww!" The rest of my band mates chorused, Scott and Charlie a little reluctantly.

"I didn't come up with the name!" Wen rolled his eyes. "She came with it! And I call her Melody. It's like a nickname."

While they were discussing this, a piece of paper lying on the ground nearby caught my eye. I walked over and picked it up.

It looked like a receipt. It was a little hard to read because it was so dirty, but I did in the end. Sort of.

Hey, it was the receipt for the horses! I didn't even think they made those! Let's see… Mo, Charlie, Stella, Scott, all the numbers had four digits. Woah. Mine had no less than five digits!

Wen noticed me reading the paper and snatched it out of my hand. "Um, that's nothing."

But I had already read it. Wen probably knew that, but I saw no reason to tell the others. I did give him a special smile, though. One only he and I knew.

"Wen." I motioned for my crush- uh, friend- over. "Thanks for Melody. I love her." I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Then I smiled and walked away.

Wen POV-

Uhhhhhnnnnnuuuumkaaaaaa…. Huh? What just happened? Olivia… kissed me… Even though it was just on the cheek, it was the best thing that had happened all year! Right… Back to everyone else.

We mounted our horses bareback. It would be easier in the long run, though the non-saddle butt would be awful.

Olivia looked even more beautiful that before, sitting on her horse. And actually, I lied. I did make up the name. But no one really HAD to know that minor detail, right?

"All right gang! Lets head out! CHARLIE!" I had caught Charlie in the act. He was frozen with a shovel held above his head. It was full to the brim with horse dung, and he was about to dump it right onto the unsuspecting Mohawk of Mudslide, i.e. Scott.

Charlie grinned and laughed nervously. "Wait, that's not a trashbag!" He tossed it back into the paddock. "Whoops!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Wen, where are we actually going?" Olivia asked.

"To get our parents back." I said determinedly.

"But how?" Stella wondered aloud.

Just as she spoke, a piece of paper fluttered around until it reached Mo. She reached out and grabbed it. Then she started reading out loud.

"Want your parents back? Your grandmother, Olivia? Fine. Follow the wolves. They'll lead you in the right direction. And if you're smart enough, we'll give you your parents back unharmed. But if not, who knows if you'll ever see them again? Oh, wait. I do. Let's see if the wisdom of Lemonade Mouth matches their singing.

Regards,

The Howler"

Another chapter finito! That means finished in Italian. Anyways, I've been a little disappointed in the lack of reviews. PLEASE REVIEW! If not….. Who knows what could happen?