Alrighty, here's chapter 2... because I loved the feedback I got, and am currently in the process of chapter 3. I stayed up till 2 last night...ish...morning, even though i have summer school gym at 8. whopee! So, more OliviaxWen fluf shall endure, and uhm, Im in love with this ending. haha, way to be bold Lex, way to be bold. So here ya' go. enjoy.
Olivia.
My eyes fluttered open slowly and I yawned, throwing my arm behind me and hitting something hard. My eyes shot open more quickly and I turned on my side, sitting up in bed, to see what I had hit.
Wen.
He had stayed the whole night? Awh, he really does care… but then again, why wouldn't he? He's practically my best friend. I smiled at the thought, but Wen started to stir. He rolled onto his side and faced me, his eyes open slightly.
"Quite a wake-up call you got there, Liv." He whispered groggily, while mustering a laugh and sitting up as well. "What time is it?"
"No idea," I replied, swinging my legs over the side of my bed and jumping off, walking over to my desk where my alarm clock rested. "Uhm, Wen? It's 5AM." I laughed.
"5AM?" Wen sighed. "Liv, it's too early to get up on a Saturday." He groaned and rolled so his face was smashed into the pillow.
I scoffed and folded my arms across my chest. "Wen, what do you think Gram thought when she saw us?"
"I don't care. Im too tired to think." Came his muffled response.
"Wen, seriously, I think we should talk, wake up." I said, walking over to my bed and poking him in the ribs repeatedly.
"Livvy; stop, lemme sleeeep." He whined, throwing a pillow at me.
"Livvy?" I questioned aloud, dodging the pillow and laughing. "Wen, you're a crab in the morning, know that?" I poked him again.
"Who isn't a crab at 5AM? He asked again.
"ME!" I laughed. "Wendell, Im about 30 seconds from getting the water bucket. I think you should get up."
"You would never." He replied, muffled by a pillow once again.
"Alright, whatever you say." I smiled deviously, walking into the kitchen and filling up a glass of water, dropping a few ice cubes in it. "Wendell. Wake up!"
"Mmhnh." Came his, last, muffled reply.
"You asked for it," I sighed, and dumped the glass of water onto his back, laughing to myself.
"OLIVIA!" Wen screeched and jumped up, the back of his head, neck and back completely soaked. "Oh, you're dead." He grinned.
"Wen, stay away from me!" I laughed while running into the kitchen with the glass in my hand.
"YOU'RE SO DEAD!" He laughed, following me into the kitchen.
I filled up the glass again and just as Wen turned the corner I threw the water at his face, soaking his face and chest.
He smiled, wiped the dripping water off of his face and gave me a glare. "Alright, you win, you win. Truce?"
"Truce." I smiled back, setting the glass down on the counter.
"Alright, now gimme a hug." Wen's devious smile was back.
"No. Wen, you're soaked!" I laughed, as I jumped up onto the counter. "Oh, wait, I have to feed Madison!" I jumped off of the counter, walked over to a cabinet and grabbed Madison(the cat Wen had given me)'s food. I walked into the living room to where Madison was sleeping quietly curled up in a ball on the couch. I smiled to myself as I turned around and Put her food down, letting her eat whenever she woke up.
I walked back into the kitchen, but didn't see Wen. "Wen?" I called, looking around the kitchen.
That was when I felt the collar of my shirt pulled back, and freezing coldness run down my back. I let out a screech and whipped around to see Wen standing behind me, deviously, with a cup in his hand. "WEN!" I cried, pulling the back of my shirt and hearing ice cubes fall to the floor.
"Payback, She's a real bitch." Wen laughed, and set the cup down on the table. "Okay, now I'm done."
"Good." I shot back, walking around him and into my room. Wen followed.
"Alright, now that you have me up at 5AM, what are we gonna do?" Wen flopped down on my bed, not caring about the water stain that had spread across it.
"Well, I'm gonna go take a shower," I told him, grabbing a towel and my hairbrush. "While you, go dry the sheets." I laughed. "No, you don't have to. I'll do that later. But im seriously gonna go take a shower. There's another bathroom connecting to the guest bedroom that you're free to use." I said, while walking out of the room, down the hallway and into the bathroom.
I shut and locked the door, turning around and facing the mirror. I sighed as I looked at myself. My eyes were red and puffy, from crying and lack of sleep. I had tear streaks on my face that were mixed with black smudges of what makeup I had been wearing, and I just looked like complete and utter shit.
Turning my back on the mirror I stripped off my shirt and my jeans, leaving my bra and panties on. I walked over to the shower and turned the water on, but walked back over to the full-length mirror, sighing yet again. I grabbed my brush and ran it through my wavy locks, making my hair smooth. But even that didn't help.
I'm thin, I'm healthy- I know that. But I just don't feel pretty. I never do. Especially with this goddamn scar that runs from my upper abdomen, right below my right breast, running all the way down to my left hipbone. I told Wen that Thomas had stabbed me. He did… but it was more than a stab. It was more like a… Stab/drag thing. It wasn't really deep at the time, but it still left a bad ass scar… and It's one of the many reasons I never go tanning in bikini's. I never do anything in a bikini… or bikini bottoms. Nope, always shorts.
I flipped the switch next to the light switch, turning on the fan as I turned away from the mirror and finished stripping down – now not even having the nerve to look at myself. I slid the shower door open and stepped inside, the warm water instantly turning my blond hair darker, and washing away whatever beat up feelings I had. I stood in the stream of water for a few moments, with my eyes closed and my hands on the wall. I loved the feeling of the water just beating down on me.
But I regained my composure and quickly washed my hair and body, before stepping out of the hot water, grabbing my towel, turning the water off and stepping out of the shower. I wrapped the towel around myself and walked back over to the mirror, hurriedly getting dressed and squeezing the water out of my hair onto the towel that now laid on the floor next to my feet.
I turned off the fan, grabbed my towel off of the floor, along with the clothes from yesterday, unlocked the bathroom door, turned off the light and walked out. I walked down the hallway into my room and opened the door, seeing a shirtless Wen standing by my bed.
"Hey," I smiled, while throwing my towel and clothes into the hamper in my closet. "going shirtless, I see?" I teased.
"Well, my shirt was soaked, and since uhm, none of yours would exactly fit me… I had no other option. Besides, I think it would be more awkward if I were walking around without pants on?" He laughed.
"True, true." I smiled and looked at my bed. "You actually went and dried the sheets?" I laughed.
Wen's face turned a light shade of pink. "Hey, you told me to!"
I laughed again, a smile plastered on my face as I sat down on my bed. "So, what shall we do?" I looked at Wen when he sat next to me.
"Well, it's only… 6AM, so there's not much we can do." He replied.
I smiled and stood up off of my bed, grabbed Wen's hand and ran out my bedroom door and out to my backyard.
"Liv?" Wen asked, as I dragged him outside.
"Just shut up and come on." I laughed, still dragging him across the street to the park.
"The park?" he laughed.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up? Yes it's a park genius!" I smiled and dropped his hand, running for the swings.
"Olivia!" Wen yelled after me, following me onto the playground.
"What Wen?" I asked, sitting down on a purple swing.
"Why are we at a park?"
"I always come here, at 6AM, when there's nothing to do." I replied as Wen sat down on the green swing next tome.
"Gotcha, but it's cold."
"Not really. It's like 70 degrees out here Wen." I laughed.
"Well you have a shirt on." He poked me in the ribs.
"Yes, because I chose not to go around flashing the neighborhood?"
"True."
I sighed aloud, leaning my head back and looking up at the dark sky, the sun creeping up behind Wen and I.
"So, hey, Liv, about last night...?"
"Yeah?" I asked, leaning forward and looking at Wen.
"I meant what I said." His face fell serious.
"About what?"
"When I said I would kick Thomas's ass if he ever came near you. That goes true for anyone who ever tries to hurt you."
"Thank you Wen… I mean, legitimately. I don't know how else to thank you." I smiled.
"Oh, and you're cute when you sleep." He laughed.
I slightly blushed, "No I'm not." I got up off the swing and faced Wen. "Come on, let's go back home."
"Gladly," Wen said, grabbing my hand.
In that moment, with his hand in mine, his fingers entwined with mine, a million thoughts raced through my mind. And when I say a million, I'm not exaggerating. AT ALL. So, instead of telling you what I was thinking, I'll just use my expression.
I was basically screaming at the top of my lungs and trying my hardest not to let Wen see how badly I was blushing.
For the next 5 hours, Wen and I laid in my bed, watching movies and talking, and goofing around. At the moment, Wen was tickling me and I was trying my hardest to get him to stop without getting off of my bed.
When my cell phone rang, I jumped off the couch, leaving Wen with another devious face, as I ran to get my phone. It was Mo.
"He Mo What's u- AH!" I answered the phone, then screeched as Wen began tickling my sides. "Mo... Hang on!" I yelled into the phone that was on the floor as I again, tried to push Wen off.
He finally gave up and let me talk to Mo. I smiled at him, picked up my phone and walked a few feet away from Wen. "Sorry Mo, Wen was tickling me." I turned and glared at Wen, all he did was laugh, so I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Wen's there? Perfect." Came her reply. "Wait, why is Wen there?"
"He's been here since like… 9 last night." I replied sheepishly.
"Last night? Liv, you didn't..."
NO! MO! God, you're perverted." I laughed into the phone,
"Just checking!" She laughed. "Look, Stella wanted me to call – Her and Charlie are already here, and Scott's on his way. We're having a band meeting."
"Where?" I asked.
"My house." She laughed. "So you and your love bird better hi tail your asses down here before Stella goes ape shit."
"We are not love bir- hello?"
She hung up on me. Classy Mo, classy.
I shut my phone and turned to Wen. "That was Mo."
"Obviously," he rolled his eyes, fixing his tee shirt that had finally finished drying.
"Stella's calling a band meeting together, down at Mo's apparently everyone's already there, so we should get down there a.s.a.p… according to Mo."
"Alrighty! Let's go." Wen said, jumping up and walking to the front door, me following.
Thankfully, Mo only lived like 2 blocks away, not very far of a walk. But when we got there, Stella blew up on us.
"GUYS! Where have you been? It only takes like 5 minutes to walk down here from Olivia's house. I told Mo to call you a half hour ago."
"I had to pee!" I laughed. "Chill Stella, is everyone else here?"
"HOW DOES IT TAKE YOU 25 MINUTES TO PEE?" she shot back.
"Okay, we were stalling." I laughed.
Stella sighed, "Yeah, we're all upstairs. There's someone I want you to meet." She smiled.
Oh, joy.
Stella walked up the stairs into the guest bedroom, where, when Mo's father wasn't around, we all hung out. Wen and I followed behind Stella until we walked into the room. Stella jumped onto the bed that was facing the wall away from the door. There was a guy sitting on the bed who instantly put his arm around Stella and kissed her.
Since when did Stella get a boyfriend? I wondered to myself.
I looked around the room and smiled at everyone, Mo, who was sitting on Scott's lap, Charlie who was sitting on the floor, Scott, who was being sat on by Mo, and Wen and I had already said hi to Stella.
So, If Stella wasn't dating anyone in the band, who was it?
"Stella, who's the dude?" Wen asked, walking into the room behind me and sitting in a chair opposite the bed.
"Wen, Thomas, Thomas, Wen." Stella smiled.
Thomas? I mean… Thomas is a popular name. There's no way that it could be… THE Thomas.
I walked farther into the room, my heart racing after hearing Thomas' name.
"Thomas, Wen's the rapper slash keyboardist in Lemonade Mouth. And that's Olivia.., our lead singer." She turned to look at me and smiled.
As did Thomas.
Thomas Lebinski.
Thomas "just got out of jail yesterday" Lebinski.
Suddenly I felt trapped, like the walls of the room were crumbling in around me, like it was just me and Thomas, and he had his hands around my throat, killing me softly. I could feel my breathing speed up in time with my heart rate as my eyes went into bug mode. He knew. He knew he was causing me fear, and he remembers me. I can see it in his eyes, those green emeralds of death. I was the only one to notice the smirk playing on his lips. The lips that whispered how he was going to kill me, and how much he was enjoying raping me.
"Hi, Olivia."
It broke the silence. It had been a matter of 10 seconds that my entire world just crumbled around me. My best friend was dating the guy who tried to kill me, and who ruined my life indefinitely.
"I… gotta go." I said, my breathing hitching and my knees turning to Jell-O as I made a mad dash for the door.
"Liv! Where are you going?" Mo called after me.
I just kept running.
"Wonder what's gotten into her." Stella remarked, leaning into Thomas.
"Who knows?" Charlie added in, slouching against the wall.
*LemonadeMouth*LemonadeMouth*LemonadeMouth*LemonadeMouth*
My feet pounded against the pavement as tears fell from my eyes, running home to Gram.
As I approached my front door, I threw it open, sobbing like a child, running into the living room to find Gram watching T.V. like she always does Saturday afternoons.
"GRAM!" I wailed, clutching my stomach and blinking rapidly.
"Olivia, sweetie, what happened?" Gram asked hurriedly, standing up and coming over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
I had my head hanging down, my bangs in front of my eyes, but as I raised my head, I said through clenched teeth, "He found me."
:3 told you I love the ending! ha. I'm sorry if this story is moving a little too fast, but I already have chapter 3 and 4 and possibly 5 planned out in my head. So, yes, be prepared for Thomas drama. I mean, what kind of author would I be if I didnt have it? Just sayin. Reviews are appriciated and make me post faster :D