A/N: Here's the second chapter, obviously
To my lovely reviewers:
Woo: Thanks! I plan on writing some yummy CharlieMo scenes soon. I mean, how could she pick Scott over someone as adorable as him?
DaCupCakePhiles: Glad you like it so far! Wow, I didn't even realize the whole rhyming names! I'll try to call her Jenny from now on most of the time. And as for her and Wen... what kind of WenOC story would it be without them getting together at some point? ;)
Jen's POV~
I threw my drumsticks to the ground. "Damn it, this isn't working!" I yelled, exasperated. I had been trying to interpret Charlie's notes for hours. It was impossible! All I had gotten were a few beats, and I got the impression that it was an upbeat song. However I could not understand the rest, and it began to get frustrating. I jumped out of my drum chair and went upstairs to get a drink of water. As I filled a glass with water from the refrigerator, Mike came down from upstairs.
Mike is, according to most girls I meet, a Greek God of sorts. He has naturally blonde hair and sea blue eyes. He worked out every day so his figure was very built, and he never had a problem with the ladies. I can't even tell you how many girls have come up to me crying because my twin broke her heart. The real him, however, is a total dork. He has a hidden corner in the basement where he keeps all of his Star Wars junk. We tell each other everything, and sometimes, we don't even need to say a word.
"What's up, flapjack?" He nudged me, using his nickname for me. I sighed.
"Not much, hot cake," I responded back, settling myself on the stool in front of the island we had in the kitchen. He sat next to me, and we faced each other. "It's just… You know Mo Banjaree?" He nodded. "Well, she asked me to be a temporary substitute for Charlie, since he's in the hospital. But, I'm having trouble reading the notes he made for their new song."
"Didn't they give you something else to work with?" He asked, his brow furrowed.
"Nah, that Stella chick just told me to practice it at home, but how am I going to do that when the person who wrote the notes wrote them with their left hand?" I threw my hands up in the air, and my brother laughed at me.
"Don't get too worked up about it!" He assured me, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Remember, when times get tough, just keep swimming."
A twinge of pain entered my body, as I remembered when he first used that phrase. However I reminded myself he only said it to make me feel better, so I gave him a weak smile. "Thanks hot cake" I grinned, and he ruffled my short hair, getting out of his seat.
"Now get to bed, okay? It's almost 11, and you don't want to be drumming when dad gets home, he'll have a fit." He reminded me. I smirked in return.
"Let's just hope he doesn't catch you with your latest girlfriend- what's her name this time? Savannah? Santana?"
"It's Samantha," He laughed, ascending the stairs. "And don't you think it's about time for you to get a boyfriend?" And with that he left.
I sat there in the kitchen for a couple minutes, mulling over what all Mike had just told me. I decided to skip homework and go to bed, since my body was tired. My mind had other plans, it seemed, since I kept tossing and turning for hours.
What if this was just a huge mistake? I really want to be friends with them, at the very least so I could have good friends, not just people I say hi to in the hallways. But they're very, very close. I suppose that's what happens when you're in a band? And besides, it's not like I'm sticking around. They'll drop me as soon as Charlie can drum again.
My thoughts are interrupted by a high-pitched squeal from Mike's room. He was probably trying to tickle the girl so they could make out. He always uses that move. I smirked and turned to my side facing away from his room. I thought about what he said earlier, about getting a boyfriend. I hadn't dated since freshman year, two years ago. He was a senior, and all he wanted was sex. I would never give him what he wanted, so he dumped me. After that I've been content with just being single. Not a whole lot of guys caught my interest anyway.
Eventually my mind finally went to rest, and I embraced a dreamless sleep.
Stella's POV~
Ah, the sweet smell of tofu bacon in the morning! I let the smell enter my nostrils while I turned over said bacon on the skillet. The sound of Lemonade Mouth pounded in my ears; it was the only thing I would listen to nowadays. It was a great mood booster, to listen to what all my band and I had created. And when the days had seemed our hardest, what with Charlie in the hospital, we got a breath of fresh air. The girl Mo had found, Jenny, seemed promising. Even I had to admit that her drumming was great, which I don't often do. However she still needs to learn the new song we are working on, and her face when I gave her Charlie's notes was not happy.
"Stella?" A voice almost yelled into my ear, and I jumped up, taking my headphones out of my ears. I turned around to face my mother, who looked less than excited.
"Whoa, mom!" I exclaimed, setting my tofu-covered spatula down. "What's with the face?" She exhaled, and I knew I was pushing her buttons.
"I just want to make sure you know the time. I'm leaving the house in five minutes, whether or not you're in the car." She walked away, her heels clacking on the linoleum floor.
I stood there pouting for a second before reinserting my earphones and playing a few chords of "Breakthrough" on my air guitar, substituted by my spatula.
I stuffed the fake meat in my mouth and quickly got my bag and guitar case to leave. I just barely got out the door before mom was out the driveway.
"Mom!" I screamed, running to the silver car. I then muttered under my breath, "Jeez, woman, calm down!"
I opened the door and put my stuff in the back seat. As I sat down in the passenger seat mom asked, "Are you ever going to be on time?"
"Nahh," I shrugged, grinning at her. "Wouldn't wanna surprise ya, mom!" She sighed, keeping her eyes on the road. I proceeded to listen to my creations, tapping my foot with the beat.
What sort of adventures would I have today? Let's see where it goes!
Jen's POV~
I ran into the Mesa High school doors with little time to spare. Mike and I both overslept and we rushed to get to school on time. I doubt Brenigan wouldn't give a varsity football player detention, but his nobody twin? Let's just say I ran a couple more red lights then I'd like to admit.
I turned the corner sharply, and found myself knocking into none other than Wen Gifford himself. I fell to the ground, along with most of his papers.
"Shit!" I exclaimed, picking up the stuff he had loose. "I am so, so sorry, Wen!" He bent down to help me pick things up.
"No, it's not a problem," He assured me, grabbing the last pencil that had went astray. We both began to lift our heads. "I shouldn't have-"
He stopped suddenly, and we were both looking at each other. My blue eyes searched his quizzically, my mind blank of all thoughts. I have no idea how long we stood there, frozen, but it was obviously too long, and the tardy bell rang, signaling my obvious detention.
"Uh, bye Jenny!" Wen said apologetically, and he sprinted to his first block. I looked back at his retreating figure.
"Bye… Wen," I whispered. I stood there lost before running to my AP Biology class. I almost got to the door before I heard the sound of a motor behind me.
"Miss Dawson!" Principal Brenigan called, and I stopped in my tracks, groaning. I turned around to face the vile man.
"I'm so sorry sir, I promise this will never happen again!" I begged, sucking up with no regrets. I had no desire to spend my afternoon in detention, what with homework, and now band practice.
"I'm sure it won't, since I am giving you-" He started, and he began to write on the pink slip pad on his Segway. Seriously, who does that? Mo cut him off, however.
"A get out of jail free card?" She tried, coming up from behind me. "You see Principal Brenigan, Jenny and I were practicing a few songs for the Halloween Bash. She's our new drummer!" She smiled sweetly at him. I stared at her wide eyed, and looked back at Brenigan. He was nodding, and patted me on the shoulder.
"Well then, I'll let you off with a warning… Jenny," He smiled at me. Okay, this is so weird.
"T-thank you so much Principal Brenigan!" I let out, but on the inside I was thinking 'What the HELL is going on here?'
The man just nodded at me, and whirled off on his scooter. I exhaled a huge breath of air.
"Thanks, Mo!" I said. "I can't afford detention right now!" She smiled at me.
"Not a problem!" She replied, opening the door for Bio. I entered the room in a haze that pretty much lasted the rest of the day.
Later that day
I'm not sure why, but I expected lunch to be different, now that I'm "with the band." I was quickly corrected, however, because when I went over with my burger, they were chatting away, and took no notice of me. With my spirits only slightly dropped, I ambled to the back of the cafeteria, where I usually sat. Tonie, my best friend of sorts, was there, and he nodded his head toward me to say hi.
Tonie is definitely not what you would call a 'closeted' gay. Today, he was dressed in a royal purple button up shirt, tucked into black slacks with what I'm sure were Gucci shoes. Next to him was a black jacket with what looked like feathers on the shoulders. I sat down gingerly on the seat across from him.
"Girl, sometimes I really wonder about you," He started, and I rolled my eyes. Here comes the lecture about my fashion choices. "Why do you insist on wearing boys clothes, when you have such a rocking figure? Sweetie, we both know you can rock a skirt better than any chick out here, so why don't you?" I sighed.
"Cause! Just cause I can show off doesn't mean I should," I smirked. "You're just jealous that I can get away with wearing the opposite sexes clothes."
"In fact I am-" He started, but was interrupted by a pair of girls flocking over to him.
"Oh my god, Tonie, will you go costume shopping with us, please?" One screeched, her too short skirt bouncing up and down with her. He opened his mouth to reply, but the other brunette cut him off.
"Yeah, would you? We could totally use your expertise!" She said the last word like she had just read it out of a thesaurus. Tonie looked at me desperately before finally replying.
"Sorry ladies, this piece of action has got other plans this weekend," He said, winking. The girls groaned in disappointment before leaving. Tonie turned back to face me, and I knew what was coming. "Honestly, what the hell is wrong with women these days? Okay, yes, I am gay- and quite fabulous, let's admit it- but that does not mean I want to go shopping with your dumb ass!" He huffed, an adorable pout on his lips. I laughed.
"Maybe you shouldn't dress so fashionably then," I suggested, and he through a fry at me.
"As if!" He responded, and proceeded to talk about the new kid at school, who he was convinced was gay.
As he talked, I found myself spacing out, thinking about other things. How was the band going to take it when they found out I had made practically no progress on the song they had given me? I glanced over to them, joking around to each other. It looked like Wen had said something funny, since the other three girls were laughing. Olivia had her hand covering her mouth, and a weird feeling entered my body. It felt like… jealousy. Oh god, what is happening to me?
A/N: Anybody know what the sound guy with the curly hairs name is? I want to include him in the next chapter but can't hear is name anywhere for the life of me… Anyway hope you enjoyed reading!