(Stella's POV)

After the hostage, we were all pretty tired, so we passed out in our bedrooms.

Charlie and I stayed in the living room a little after everyone else.

Now that Charlie and I are an "official" couple now I walked him to his room. He smiled his boy-next-door smile and sadly broke free from my hand.

He gave me a kiss on the forehead, whispered "Sweet dreams," and slipped inside the boy's pigsty of a bedroom.

I trudged down the hall to the other side of our suite and entered my bedroom, to find Olivia and Mo fast asleep.

I still feel kind of guilty. I mean, Mo's got a new boyfriend and everything. But there's this pang of guilt inside of me that won't go away.

After my excessive pondering, I moved into my covers and slept the rest of the day away.

(Wen's POV)

The whole band was pretty much wiped out until the next morning. When I woke up, I strolled down the corridor, meeting Olivia along the way.

"Hey, lovebug," I whispered in her ear, while nibbling and kissing it all at the same time. She grinned and said "Hey Wennie-poo" back.

New nickname. I like it.

We exchanged hellos with the rest of the group in the kitchen as they were already there.

"So," Stella began, "We have our first world tour show in 4 days."

Mo groaned, "It's eating me alive!" Charlie just shrugged and tried to play it off. Olivia gave a grunt. Sebastian looked as if he were going to hurl. I just sat at the table, thinking about it, and our bad luck in Rome so far.

Stella continued, ignoring the band's uncomforting reactions. "Well, I think we should get back to practicing. For the past two days we've been in Rome, we've strummed 2 cords, sung a note, played 4 keys, and tapped a couple cymbals."

I mumbled to myself, "At the rate things are going, that's all we'll be able to play."

Olivia and Charlie must have heard me, because they shook their heads in disgust and exchanged looks of true fear.

(Olivia's POV)

That afternoon, we finally got to some true practicing.

We started with Somebody (in honor of Mrs. Reznik, her favorite Lemonade Mouth song) and worked our way through our unofficial album. We finished with Sebastian's hit.

I thought we weren't our best, but we needed some sort of practicing before the tour began.

After the practice, Mo turned on the television while Sebastian and I were cooking a small snack of pancakes (Charlie's favorite, who was exploding with happiness when he saw us working on it) and assorted glazed fruit.

Just as Sebastian and I finished, Stella screamed "Look guys! We're on the news!"

Everyone turned their attention to the front of the living room. In fact, the only English news station in all of Italy had a news report on our little hostage by Mrs. Wackjob Aragon.

The headline read "Popular American band is held hostage by band member's mother".

I turn to see Sebastian slapping his forehead in embarrassment.

Honestly, I would have done the same.

(Charlie's POV)

For dinner that night, we decided to go to the hotel's underground restaurant. Ever since the cannibal incident, Stella and Olivia are determined to stay away from restaurants in Rome no matter what.

Claro que si, (I've actually started using Spanish now. Wrong country though. That's a little over to the left… or right? I forget.) I sat next to Stella. I've gotten used to how beautiful she is. Inside and out.

Olivia decided to share a Caesar salad with Mo, the boys and I shared a lasagna fit for kings, and Stella ordered pizza. (I thought it was pretty boring.)

We ate to our hearts' content. Our waiter (who had a strong Italian accent, mind you) came over soon after and asked if we wanted la cuenta.

At least, that's what I think he said.

When we paid and made our back to the hotel, we wanted to do something for a change tonight. Sebastian suggested practicing.

No way, Jose.

Haha, I'm too funny.

Anyway, we chose to go to a raw club a couple blocks down from our hotel. It was called "Italia Francesca".

We partied all night long! It was amazing. This was more of a teenager's hangout place, sort of like Dante's, however. But still. I liked it.

Wow. Tonight we had fun for a change. Something we haven't experienced in ages.

For the first time, Rome is good to us.

Let's see how long it can be before it turns on us again.

(Mo's POV)

I was feeling a little woozy that night, so I laid down on my bed to try and ease off the pain. I took aspirin and a Tylenol. Nothing seemed to work. I felt like a piece of crap.

Sebastian offered to take me to a clinic. It was actually more of a command than an offer. He really does care.

Aww. My heart just smiled.

15 minutes later I find myself sliding into the rental car we got last night (we weren't big fans of Italian cabs anymore). Sebastian is in the driver's seat. He holds my hand and says everything will be alright.

The nearest clinic was 20 minutes away, in a whole other city named Marino. The traffic wasn't too bad, although it didn't seem safe for Sebastian to be texting away to his dad on his iPhone.

Since when did he have international service?

"Darling," I cooed softly, "maybe the texting could wait."

"Wait a second, honey! My dad is about to tell me who won the Heat game!" Despite us living no where near Miami whatsoever, Sebastian is a major Heat fan.

I was about to whine and tell him to put his phone away before something common yet unexpected happens, but I am far too late.

The last thing I see is a maroon Honda driving straight into the side of Sebastian.