A/N Blah blah blah, Sorry for the wait, Blah blah blah, So busy, Blah blah blah, I hate school. blah


Olivia stared up at the looming, pale building in front of her. It was clean she could give it that. A bit too clean for her liking. Whenever she had thought about her father for the past 9 years she had never imagined him being in a nice place. She felt guilty for that now. She reached for button to buzz herself in, but her hand dropped to her side before she could think about entering the building. She quickly turned briskly walked down the wide walkway and got in to her car. She put her hands on the steering wheel and rested her head back tears pooling in her eyes. 'I can't do this' she thought 'not by myself.' She sat up and slipped her phone out of her pocket she pressed speed dial and listened while it rang. A single drop ran down her cheek as she fought back sobs.

Wen laid on his bed staring at his ceiling making patterns in the cracks. He was slightly miffed about what to do. He wasn't the leader of the band, in reality that was Stella, but he was the strong guy. Charlie was the soft, naïve one and Scott was the closest to mysterious they had. So he had to be the rock the one to fall back on, and he had no clue how to do that. It was like asking a dog to be a cat. Why, why, did all of this have to be happening at the same time? This thing with Stella and Charlie, the tour, and Olivia… Good god Olivia. Even with his Mom walking out he had no clue what to say, what to do, how to act… Olivia's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"WEN! Hey! Hey, Wen! Answer your phone hey!" He smiled as she shouted his name a few more times his mind pulling back to when they had recorded that. It was a week before they had been offered the tour. It had been sunny; they had been sitting out in Olivia's back yard waiting for the rest of the group to show up and she had stolen his phone and was going through his ringtones and was severely disappointed with the quality of them. She had quickly found the voice recorder and had made him a personalized ringer. A sad smile donned his face he silently wished he could go back to that day.

"Hey Livy what's up?"

On the other end of the line she smiled through her tears at her nickname. They had been sitting in a back both with Stella and Charlie when he had, not even thinking about it, called her Livy on accident instead of Olivia. They had all laughed and he had quickly apologized only to be told that she liked it and having her declare it her new nick name. That had been 4 weeks before Madison square garden. 4 weeks before…

"Wen? Can you do me a favor?" her voice was still raw and cracked on the last words.
Wen sat bolt up in his bed, hearing the hurt in her voice caused him more pain than he could even explain. "Anything, what do you need?"
she smiled at his helpful antics. "Can you drive out to the county prison?"

His voice caught in his throat. This is not what he was expecting. "Ya, sure...um... Now?"
"Ya now" she quickly murmured. Then as an afterthought she tacked on "If you can't it ok I can always text Stella or..."
"No! I mean, I'm already on my way so..."
it was a half truth he was pulling on his jacket so technically he was getting ready to go.
"Ok... I'll um see you when you get here..."
"I'll be there soon"
"bye..."
"Bye Livy."
He slid out the front do calling out that he was going to see Olivia and that he should be home for dinner as he locked the door behind him.
He slid in to his car and shot a text to Charlie.
To: Charlie
From: Wen
Message: Hey I'm going to be out of commission today sorry. Stuff with Olivia. You will have to deal without me. Shot me a text if there is an emergency.

He quickly sent it and was on his way.

A/N ya its crap R&R