(Scott's POV)
Mo looked at me as if she was staring at a ghost.
"Scott!" she basically screamed, "Scott…"
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"You're alive?" Those two simple words barely made it out of her mouth.
"Yeah," I said, on the brink of laughing at her facial expression, "What? Did you think I was dead?"
She said nothing, and I started to laugh but then stop when I saw the look in her eye.
"Oh my God," I said.
Mo said, "Brenigan said that-"
"Brenigan?" I interrupted, "I was in Tampa! I told Ray to tell him th-"
"Ray?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said, realising I had made a fatal mistake trusting Ray with the message, "Brenigan trusts him. That son-of-a-bitch must have lied just to get back at me."
"For what?" Mo asked, "Leaving the band?"
"Yeah," I said, "And he wanted me to join Mudslide Crush again, and I said no."
"When?" she asked, still in shock but also extremely confused.
"Last Sunday night," I answered, "Right when I called Wen."
"You called Wen last Sunday?" she asked, seeming angry.
"Yeah," I replied, "I heard Scarlet screaming so I called for help, but it turned out to be a spider."
"Well…." She seemed way too confused to function, "Why were you in Tampa?"
"My grandpa was very sick," I answered, "He's fine now, though."
Mo said nothing, and she looked like she wanted to throw up. I could tell she was way too overwhelmed to think straight.
I pulled her into a hug, and said, "I can't imagine how shocked you must be feeling."
She hugged me back and said, "Yeah."
-The next day-
(Wen's POV)
Great. So everything's back to the way it was.
No, not really. I'm still confused about the whole 'Stella or Olivia?" thing, but my biggest concern is Fernando.
How long is everyone going to pretend that we're all happy like this for?
I can tell we're all bothered by something.
On the plus side, Stella found us a place.
It's pretty small, with a kitchen, 2 bathrooms, 2 bedrooms, a living room and a spare room.
It's perfect.
The girls will share one room, Charlie, Scott (I'm still creeped out that he's not really dead) and I will share the other, and we'll use the spare room for Lemonade Mouth rehearsals, equipment ect…
Stella's amazing. She's focused, driven, a tad intimidating, gorgeous….oh, wait, I have a girlfriend: Olivia. She's sorta the opposite: Shy, timid, also gorgeous, sweet….
After school, we all went over to check out the place. It was cosy.
But the real cosiness was at home.
I walked into my dad's bedroom to find Sidney and Fernando having sex.
"What the hell?" I demanded.
"It's not what it looks like!" Sidney said, panting, while getting out of the bed and putting on a bath robe.
"Really?" I asked, "'cause it looks like you and your so-called yoga teacher are going at it like couple of needy prostitutes!"
"Please don't tell your father about this!" Sidney begged.
"Why?" I yelled, "He doesn't deserve this! And he definitely doesn't deserve to be married to a ho like you?"
"Well, he's got a lot on his plate right now," Sidney answered, flushed with embarrassment, "We wouldn't want to upset him."
She made a got point, so I had nothing to say to that.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"I care about your dad, Wen, I really do," she replied, "But he just can't….fulfil my needs."
"You mean your sex drive?" I asked her. It was true.
We both said nothing. I looked at a very red, sweaty and quiet Fernando and told him, "Get outta here." He did exactly that.
I turned to Sidney and said coldly, "Control yourself. And I don't ever wanna see that man in this house again!"
"But-" Sidney started.
"I don't give a damn," I interrupted, "Do whatever you can to fulfil your needs. Buy yourself a vibrator or something."
She nodded, her head hanging in shame, and I went to my bedroom.
-That Friday-
(Olivia's POV)
I hated seeing Scott with his hands all over Mo. I was glad he's back, though, but our lives are way too confusing for anyone to keep up with right now.
We were all at the dance. I went with Wen, obviously, Scott and Mo (ugh!), Stella and that Michael Brown guy, and Charlie with no one.
We were all trying to have a good time, but with all of this drama going on it was hard. Especially with Scott kissing and holding hands with Mo.
I felt quite lonely, even with Wen practically glued to me. Charlie looked lonely too.
Stella's date, Michael, was very annoying. He kept telling everyone that he was "tight with the most popular kids in school", although I didn't mind being popular. It means I'm somebody.
This angered Ray, since he used to be one of the most popular kids in school, so at one point he grabbed the punch bowl and threw the drink on Stella. He still hates her the most.
Stella decided to go home, and Wen drove her, saying that he's tired and wants to go home. Also, the alternate forms of transportation were her walking all the way or on the back of Michael's scooter.
After they had left, Michael decided to work his so-called magic on Jules; she was still semi-popular.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Mo screamed, over the thumping music. They were playing Club Can't Handle Me.
"I'll come with you," I said, so we left Charlie and Scott all alone.
When we got to the bathroom we saw that no one was there, so we finally got the chance to talk in private.
"Mo," I said, "I'm tired of hiding."
"Me too," she complained, "I can't break up with him yet, he just got back this week. And everything's still sinking in."
"I understand," I said, stroking her hair, "I'd feel bad when…if I break up with Wen. And I'm afraid it might mess up the band and-"
She cut me off by pressing her lips against mine. They were soft, sweet…and a little spicy, her being Indian and all.
"Don't worry," she assured me, "Everything will work out."
I nodded, and pulled her to my lips again. She bit at my bottom lip, and I gave in and opened my mouth. I felt her tongue explore my mouth. She tasted perfect. This moment was perfect. We are perfect together.
I ran my foot up her leg, and somehow my hands had made their way up her dress. I found that area and squeezed it. Her hand made their way from my waist to my breasts. I could feel her rubbing, squeezing, playing with them…..It felt good. It must never stop.
We eventually broke apart.
"So, when are we gonna come out?" I asked her.
"I don't know," Mo answered, "I guess when we feel the time is right."
I nodded, and we kissed again, our tongues dancing crazily with one another's. My hands explored her body, her soft skin. My mouth had somehow moved all the way to her upper legs, kissing and sucking her groin area. I unzipped the back of her dress at one point, but we stopped making out when we heard someone coming. We finally left the restroom and headed back to the gym.
