When Life Gives You Lemons Chapter 10: Something Special, a lemonade mouth fanfic

So, if you didn't read chapter 9, it's in the M section. And I am working on a sequel to this. It'll be about the band going on vacation and I'm deciding whether it should be to a big city, a snowy place, a beach or the countryside, so tell me what you think. And can somebody PLEASE tell me what happened in the extended scenes? I didn't see it.

(Olivia's POV)

Saturday, lunch time.

We're at Dante's for pizza. Stella said she has something important to tell us.

"So," she said, loud enough for everyone within a mile could hear her.

She didn't care about the customers who were staring at her.

She continued, "I have good news and I have bad news."

She spoke slowly and dramatically. She should totally become an actress.

Stell was extremely happy and jumpy today, so the entire morning she was babbling on about how we shouldn't kill animals for our own selfish reasons or something. The rest of us were all in terrible moods for some reason, so we didn't talk much.

"The bad news is that the place we were planning has been sold," she told us, smiling for some reason.

"What?" I exclaimed, "Well, what's the good news?"

"The good news is…." Stella started, taking a long, dramatic pause which annoyed the rest of us.

"Stella!" Mo moaned, impatiently, "Just tell us already!"

"Okay," Stell replied, "I…..am not moving!"

She squealed (weird) and threw her hands in the air and all of our faces lit up instantly.

"That's great!" Wen smiled.

He seemed a little awkward today.

"This calls for a celebration," Charlie suggested.

We refilled our cups with lemonade (obviously) and Charlie made a toast, "To Stella, for…"

"Being awesome," Stella said.

"For being awful," Charlie finished, making us giggle. Stella punched him playfully in the arm and took a sip of her lemonade.

After we finished our pizza, we decided to go see a movie.

Mo, Scott, Charlie and Stella went in Scott's car, and Wen and I went in his. Stella said she didn't feel like sitting in Wen's car for some reason and Charlie, being a suck-up, just followed her into the back of Scott's car.

I was glad. Now I can talk to Wen in private.

"I gotta tell you something," I told Wen. It wasn't about Mo, it was about us.

"Mmmm?" he said, not taking his eyes off the road.

"I….uh…..," I didn't know how to tell him this, "I don't think this relationship is gonna work out."

"Tell me about it," he said, and then looked at me and added, "I'm sorry, I meant-"

"It's cool, it's just…" I scanned my mind for the right words, "You're not feeling it too?"

"Not anymore," he answered, "Don't get me wrong, Liv, you're an amazing girl and anyone would be lucky to just know you, but….."

"It's just not meant to be," I finished. I have to admit, what Wen said was very flattering.

"Yeah," Wen agreed, "So we're good?"

"Totally," I replied, smiling, "The last thing we would want is to lose a friendship as good as this one.

He smiled at me and then turned on the radio, which resulted in the two of us singing along to Baby One More Time.

(Charlie's POV)

Thank God nobody questioned my mood. I felt kinda felt bad about "PMSing" all over my friends, but Stella cheered everybody up by breaking the news that she's not moving after all. I completely forgot about last night at the dance.

We ended up watching Tangled. Olivia, Mo, Stell and Wen love animations, so Stella forced Scott and me to watch it too. I sorta like animations, just not lovey-dovey ones. This is gonna be torture!

Rapunzel, with her blonde hair and round eyes, reminded me of Victoria. That's when all of last night's memories came flooding back to me…..

"I gotta go take a wiz," Scott said about 10 minutes after Mo and Olivia had ditched us to go to the bathroom.

How long does it take to reapply make-up? There must be a shoe sale in there or something.

A few minutes went by, and I was still all by myself, which was conveniently the song they were playing while couples gathered to slow dance.

"Hey Charlie," I heard a sweet voice behind me saying.

I turned around to see Victoria.

"Wanna dance, babe?" she asked, with a flirty look on her face.

"Hello?" I spoke to her like she was stupid, "We're not dating!"

"But Charles," she begged, "We are meant to be together."

I raised my eyebrow and asked, "Just one dance?"

She nodded and pulled me towards the dance floor. She dragged me past it and out of the gym?

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded. She ignored me and led me to a supply closet. She pushed me in, walked in, switched on the light, and locked the door.

"What are you doing?" I asked, sounding panicky.

"I want you," Victoria said.

She took a camera off of one the shelves. It had a V on it, so I'm guessing it was hers.

She stood on her toes, pulled my face up to hers and kissed me, trying to force my mouth open, which she failed at. While she did this, she pointed her camera at us. The bright white light flashed, causing me to close my eyes.

I pushed her away from me and yelled, "You only want me because you wanna be popular!"

"Shhh," she put her finger to my lips and turned around to grind me.

I was extremely uncomfortable.

"You say it like it's a bad thing," she whispered.

She unbuttoned my shirt. My eyes were blinded by the flashing light of the camera.

She started to lick up and down my torso, taking pictures as she did so. I pushed her away and the camera fell to the floor. I hope it broke, but I can't really remember.

I buttoned up my shirt, unlocked the door and headed back to the dance, where I found my three friends talking in the same spot where Scott had left me. I went up to them.

"Where were you?" Mo asked, not seeming interested in where I was in any way.

"Around," I answered, "Talking to people."

She nodded. We were all bored and tired, so after about a half an hour of talking, we left the dance and went home.

I hope those pictures won't get out. They'll not only cause the whole school to think that Victoria and I are back together, making her popular, but could also ruin the band's, and possibly even the school's, reputation. Brenigan will kill us.

I tried to shake these thoughts from my mind, and tried as hard as I could to not focus on the negative and pay attention to the movie instead.

Thank goodness Flynn lived! I started to choke up. At least my friends, particularly Stella, didn't see. I really need to man up.

-Monday-

(Mo's POV)

Olivia and Wen broke up. Wow, that was fast.

And Scott says we should get a new member for the band. Hopefully, another guitar player or someone who can play various kinds of instruments, to add an extra "flavour" to our music. And he or she HAS to be able to sing.

We held auditions, and Ray auditioned three times, but all he can do is sing and play bass.

Everyone sucked. Some, not so much, but played instruments we already had.

We decided not to go with Scott's idea, even Scott, and after a long and exhausting day of auditions we headed to the park to relax.

At the park, Stella tripped over what looked like nothing, and we all panicked as her face headed towards concrete.

Then, out of nowhere, a medium-heighted blonde boy caught the falling Stell.

"Thanks for saving me from plastic surgery, pain and humiliation," Stella said, relieved.

"You're welcome, miss," he said.

He seemed about 16 or 17 and spoke with a British accent.

"I'm Stella," Stell said, stretching out her hand.

The guy shook it and said, "The name's Brandon Holmes. Please to meet you. And your mates….."

"Oh, right," Stella said, and then introduced us to Brandon.

"Cool accent," Stell told him.

"Thanks," he replied, "I'm from the United Kingdom, as you can tell."

"To me you sound like you're from England," Charlie said. We all laughed.

"It's the same place," I told him, hitting him lightly on the arm.

"When did you move here?" Scott asked.

"Tuesday, actually," Brandon answered, "I'm missing home already, though."

"What school you going to?" Stella asked.

"I'm starting on Wednesday, at Mesa High," he answered.

"That's where we go," Charlie said.

"Great," Brandon replied, "Anyway, have you guys seen the ice cream guy?"

"Yeah," Wen said, "He went that way."

He pointed in the direction that the ice cream vendor went.

"Thanks," Brandon replied, "Now, if you'll excuse me? I've got to go get an ice cream for my little sister."

He nodded and added, "Good meeting you," and took off.

We walked around and after about 15 minutes we heard the most angelic voice strumming a guitar and singing a song.

We hid behind a tree and noticed it was Brandon.

We listened.

I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul

I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me

Your beautiful soul, yeah
You might need time to think it over
But im just fine moving forward
I'll ease your mind
If you give me the chance
I will never make you cry c`mon lets try

I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul

Am I crazy for wanting you
Baby do you think you could want me too
I don't wanna waste your time
Do you see things the way I do
I just wanna know if you feel it too
There is nothing left to hide

I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul

You beautiful soul, yeah.

We clapped.

Brandon jumped and looked at us.

"Well," he said, obviously wanting to change the subject,"This is my sister, Leah. She's six."

We looked down to see a little, cute, blonde girl staring up at us shyly.

"Hey Leah," Olivia said, and waved.

Leah giggled and took a step behind her brother.

"You're really good!" Stella said, not giving anyone a chance to talk, "Why didn't you tell us? We're in a band! What else can you play?"

Brandon looked overwhelmed, but calmly answered, "Acoustic guitar, piano, flute, saxophone, recorder, violin, cello, bass guitar and bongos."

"That's it, you're in!" Stella exclaimed.

"In what?" Brandon asked.

"Our band," Stella answered, "We're really good. We get tons of gigs. I think you're meant to play with us. Your voice needs to be heard!"

"I didn't ask to be in your band," Brandon said, and then added, "No offence."

"Well, do you want to be in our band?" Stella said.

Brandon looked at his sister. Leah nodded. Brandon looked at us, smiled and said, "Well, I think that'd be a smashing idea!"

"Great!" Stella smiled, "Welcome to Lemonade Mouth."