Okay, I give you guys permission to kill me.

It's funny though, I thought that since it would be summer, I'd be writing all day and night, but I guess I was underestimating how busy I would be.

I'm sorry.

Once I get the story plot sorted out, I promise that there will be regular weekly updates.

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Lemonade Mouth.

Olivia's POV

"Anything for you." Wen says, smiling.

I stare at him goofily, breaking out of my Wen- induced daze when Mo kicks me on the shin lightly, smirking.

"T-t-that was cheesy." I laugh.

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes at my awkward behavior.

"So, Wen, Olivia..." Stella smirks, "Did you guys think of a band name yet? Or were you too busy flirting?"

My eyes widen. "F-f-flirting? Whaaa...?"

Stella looks at me, amused. "So what- nothing?"

"Maybe we should be like one of those one-name bands, you know? The band should be called 'Wen'" Wen says, wiggling his eyebrows.

All of us instantly turn down his idea.

"I don't know about 'Wen', exactly. What about 'Charlie'? Now that sounds like a million bucks." Charlie nods, getting lost in his own trance.

...

"HEY! YOU! DONTCHA WISH YOU WERE US?" Ray yells, sitting down on the chair across from Stella.

I jolt, startled by the loud noise. "What in th-"

"Hey guys. How's the band? Didja come up with a name yet?" Ray asks, sitting down next to me, his voice ridiculously high pitched.

"You really think girls talk like that?" Stella asks dryly.

Ray shrugs. "It's a stereotype."

"And stereotypes are overrated." She continues, giving him one of her signature glares.

"Okay, sure." Ray shrugs again. "What's with the matching lemonade?" He gestures to our drinks.

"Why, do you have a problem with it?" Stella asks.

"Jeez, woman. Do you always have to pick a fight? I was just trying to make conversation!"

Stella scoffs. Too bad she just took a big sip of lemonade, though, because she spit it all back out on Ray.

"Watch it, Lemonade Mouth!" Ray shrieks, grabbing a tissue paper and obsessing over the stain on his shirt.

Mo makes a noise that sounds like a horse choking on an apple and a lady giving birth.

"That's brilliant!" She exclaims. "Our band should be called Lemonade Mouth!"

"Lemonade Mouth." Stella tests the name out. "That's amazing!"

I smile at Mo, giving her a thumbs up. "Nice one!"

She bows. "Yes, yes. I'd like to thank the academy..."

...

I take off my helmet, parking my bike in the garage. I grab my key and walk inside the house.

"Gram? You here?" I ask, walking towards the kitchen.

She smiles, "Do you want some lemonade?"

"No thanks." I say. "I'll just go up to my room and start homework."

"Okay. How do you feel about soup for dinner?" She asks, "But I'm kind of already making it, so..."

I shake my head. "No, anything's fine."

And then the doorbell rings.

"You expecting anybody?" I ask, hoping today wasn't bingo night.

"Nope. Bingo's tomorrow." She says.

I shrug, walking to the door. "I'll get it!"

I open the door, my eyes widening at the person in front of me.

Wen.

"Oh... Uh... Hi?"