"WAKE UP!" Someone shouted louder than sirens. My head was aching like hell. Oh man, what had happened last night? I buried my head into my pillows and groaned as the curtains were opened and everything was too bright. Then someone sat on my bed right next to me and began speaking. I recognized both of them immediately. Stella and Mo. This had to be really bad. Usually, they don't show up together. When I have done something really bad and wrong, Stella is there to shout at me. She is way more angrier than Mo. Mo is the kind of person who comforts people. Like when I'm hurt by anyone or anything, usually she is rubbing my back gently and telling me that everything is going to be fine. So that both of them are here has to mean that I have done something bad but still should be hurt? Wow. I'm more than confused. Mo was sitting next to me and Stella was walking around. Not nervously up and down the room, more like stomping angrily.

"Olivia, are you awake?" Mo asked and gently shook me. I growled a not very good understandable yes, hinting the mood I was in. "Thank God, you're alive." Mo said. Now I was a lot confused, in every possible way.

"You know what happened last night, right?" Stella asked. I slowly turned around, probably looking totally confused by all this and shook my head slightly. I felt terrible, everything was spinning. "We can show you if you want." Stella said. She does sound enraged, doesn't she? Stella walked to the end of my bed where some magazine was laying which she then held up right in my face.

"ALCOHOL CRASH – Lemonade Mouth's lead singer Olivia White took it too far"

And underneath a picture of Wen carrying a fully drunken me in his arms out of the bar. Oh god. What did I do? I can't remember anything. Nothing. Nada. There is just a big black hole in my head where the memories of last night should be. I let myself turn into the pillows again and just let the tears fall. I let it all out. All that had gone through my mind for days, weeks and months. Everything that happened lately. Mo patted my back and spoke comforting words to me. But I barely understood what she said. Suddenly she was gone. No patting. No words. But I could hear another person, another voice not speaking to me but with Stella, I think.

"Hey, Olivia." There he was. His voice. Why? Why did he have to be here right now? God, what did I do yesterday? "Olivia. Can we talk for a second?" He sat down next to me on my bed. I knew this conversation wasn't inevitable. It had to be. I slowly turned around and there I saw him. His face, so sad and so close. "Don't cry." He whispered and wiped softly my tears with his thumb away. His touch, it just made me cry again. "Shh..." He carefully stroke my arm and still kept his eyes on mine.

"I'm sorry." I stuttered as more tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Don't be."

"I ruined everything."

"You did not."

"Our image is ruined because of me. Everyone hates me." I whispered the last part.

"No one hates you."

"Yes. You do. Right? You hate me. I ruined us. It's all my fault."

"It's not. And I do not hate you."

"Well, you should hate me. I'm a nobody. No one needs me anyways. All of you are better off without me."

"Olivia. Stop. Stop saying those things. This is not true." He sighed, took one of my hands and intertwined our fingers. He then stared down at our hands. "Both of us made mistakes. But that's over, ok?" His eyes met mine again and I just stared into them. "You did not ruin the band. It's the opposite. Because of you, we are all over the news." He laughed slightly and so did I. "And all of us need you. We not just need you as our lead singer but also as our friend. And your grandma needs you. Your dad needs you. Our fans need you too." He then wiped the rest of my tears away and started going.

"Wen, wait." I said as he almost was at the door. "What happened last night?" He turned around and sat down again.

"Nothing bad. You got yourself drunk and then sent Mo to get me." That couldn't be it.

"That's not all." He sighed.

"Well...

So here I sat. Next to Olivia. No words fallen – yet. And I wasn't about to say anything. But the silence killed me. The only noises came from the music and the partying people in front of the restroom door. And I also could hear Stella's voice above them all holding women back from going in here.

I haven't looked her in the eyes. I feel terrible for everything I have ever done, even if it was right or wrong. Seeing her upset makes me feel awful. I wish I could just hug her and tell her I'm sorry for whatever I should be sorry for. Well, my ego still has the upper hand and is not willing to give in. I sighed and slowly turned my head to look at her. Her head was leaning against the wall and her hair was covering her face. She didn't make a sound and didn't move.

"Olivia?" I asked quietly. She didn't react. So I asked again. But still no reaction. I was worried. But suddenly she turned her head and let it fall on my shoulder. I could finally see that she was fast asleep. So I lifted her up in my arms and carried her out. In front of the door, I said Stella to get the other so that we could leave. As everyone was there we had hundreds of paparazzi outside waiting for us.

"Shit." Stella said. No one questioned me, why I had Olivia in my arms. No weird looks. Nothing. That was really strange. "Ok. The limo is there. Just get to the limo and we're safe." She wished us good luck and went first. The others of us followed immediately. Lights. Lights. And more lights. I could barely see anything. But somehow got into the limo. I sat Olivia in my lap and held her in my arms. She just snuggled up on me and laid her head on my chest, still sleeping like a little baby.

Back in the hotel I laid Olivia in her bed and covered her up with her blanket. "Wen?" She suddenly asked. "Wen?" "I'm here." I knelt in front of the bed and looked at her. "I'm sorry. You are a great guy. I didn't deserve you." I was shocked and didn't respond. She was drunk, she probably didn't know what she said. But she's wrong. I'm the one who didn't deserve her. "Wen, come here." I came a bit closer to her face but not too close. Her next words burnt themselves in my head and probably are staying there forever. "I still love you." She quickly turned around but I was paralyzed. I couldn't move. I was still in shock. But somehow managed it to get up and get in my bed with her words on replay in my head. Over and over again.

I didn't tell her the last part.