Wow, chapter 5, already? I'm on a roll! Okay, so I know, I hate myself for the lack of fluff I've put in my chapters, but trust me; it WILL be in this one. Yeah, so smile! I know I am.

Don't own anything, nor do I the song Olivia's going to sing. It belongs to Christina Aguilera: Yes! Spoiler alert!

Enjoy:

Wen sat nervously in his seat, his heart racing a mile a minute, his palms sweating, his breath, along with his voice was lost in some hidden world. He had called Olivia to meet him at the school's auditorium. It was empty; he was the only one there.

"Wen," a small voice was heard. Wen jumped out his seat and turned towards the source. Olivia appeared from the curtains. He smiled at her, and she returned it.

She was dressed in a light pink knee length dress with a brown belt hugging her stomach. It was her normal style, but Wen never really noticed, that is until now. Her hair was freely on her shoulders, a bit curled, but other than that, straight. She wore brown cowboy boots that matched her belt.

"Hey," he said silently, admiring her appearance. She smiled and blushed once she saw his eyes trailing up and down her body. She looked down and tucked her hair out her face.

"S-so, ready to write a song?" She asked looking up, her blush returning to her normal pale face. Wen, who was still a bit dazed nodded his head and sat at the big, black grand piano. He smiled at the feel of the keys. The one in detention was old, and you had to put more force than usual to let the sound produce.

"So, how was Stella's sleepover?" He asked, she looked at him blankly and smiled, a blush formed as she thought of the truth or dare game they played. She sat on the piano's black bench, next to a very nervous Wen.

"It went well; I have to admit I had a ton of fun." She smiled. "So, what did you and Charlie do?" She asked looking at him with a half smirk.

He shrugged and looked at his piano keys. "We just hung out, talked and stuff…." He looked up at her now confused face. "So, about the song," He says looking at the piano, changing the subject.

Olivia just nodded and grabbed a notebook out her bag along with a pen. "Okay, so I've been working on something." She smiles.

"Cool, let's hear it." He smiles.

"Um, well it's not really about the band, I-I wrote for myself. Y-you know, to help me feel better…" She looked down at her closed notebook.

"Can I hear it anyway?" He asked, trying to get her to look at him. She looked up and nodded hesitantly.

She breaths in deeply, "I only have a little bit, but um… here goes, follow along?" She asks, he nods and she shakily begins.

"Seems like it was yesterday, when I saw your face. You told me how proud you were, but I walked away. If only I knew, what I know today. I would hold you in my arms, I would take the pain away, thank you for all you've done, forgive all your mistakes. There's nothing I wouldn't do, to hear your voice again, sometimes I wanna call ya, but I know you won't be there. Oh, I'm sorry for, blaming you. For everything I just couldn't do, and I hurt myself, by hurting you.

Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit. Sometimes I just wanna hide, because it's you I miss. And it's so hard to say goodbye, when it comes to this. Oh, would you tell me I was wrong? Would you help me understand? Are you looking down apon me, are you proud of who I am? There's nothing I wouldn't do, to have just one more chance, to look into your eyes, and see you looking back. Oh, I'm sorry for, blaming you, for everything, I just couldn't do, and I hurt myself…" She stopped and looked down, a blush creeping apon her face. "I-it wasn't my best song… It's kind of for my mom and dad, and… someone else." She mumbled her last two words.

Wen smiled, "I liked it. Had a lot of meaning," Olivia looked up and smiled.

"Thank you Wen, for being so supportive…"

"That's what friends are for, right?" He asks as he stands and walks towards his bag.

Olivia sighs and nods, "Yeah, friends." She mumbles to herself.

"So, I got you something." He reaches in his green bag, and grabs a small box, with blue wrapping paper, and a large red bow, covering up the small box. Olivia smiles and stands, walking over to him.

"You didn't have to give me anything…" she smiled.

Wen shrugged, "I was at the store, thought of you." She smiled, and hands her the box. "Open it."

She slowly tears the little amount of wrapping paper, and opens the small brown box. She gasped once she saw the necklace. It wasn't anything to pizzazzy or sparkly. It was a simple, glass charm, made into a single daisy.

"Wen, I…" she stopped and admired it.

"Because I know how much you loved daisies and… you told us every year you and your parents would go out and pick them… Also the reason of the picture in your locker," He shrugged, "I just, thought of you."

"Wen, this is so… You're amazing." She smiled. "Any girl would be lucky to have you." She walked over to the piano and sat on the black bench.

"Yeah, but the only girl I'm trying to impress is you," he mumbles silently.

"Huh," she asks looking up at him.

"Oh um… here, let me help you put it on." She smiles and nods, standing and turning her back to him. He grabbed the chain, and put the necklace around her neck. She turned around and smiled.

"I'll wear it every concert."

"So does that mean Lemonade Mouth's still on?" He smiles.

She shakes her head, "It was never off, and it will never be off."

"Good to know… so um…" He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Maybe we should get back to the song?"

She nods, "Yeah," she stares into his hazel eyes, getting lost oh so easily.

"Olive, are you okay?" He asks.

She snapped out of it, and looked down, "F-fine… your eyes just, they're pretty." She looks up and his brows are arched in, a small blush formed on his pale completion.

"Thanks, so are yours." He says truthfully.

"Yeah, thank you… sorry I um… so about the song. I was thinking maybe about, hatred? We always do love songs and…" she stops and looks at his eyes. "And, and um… and maybe… jealously or…"

"Yeah, yeah that's a good idea. Lemonade Mouth's know for songs about love," he stares back into her caramel eyes, "Instead, something more… hard."

"I agree," she gushes, "But um-" she was cut off with Determinate playing. It was muffled, but still loud. She looked around, and Wen picked up his phone from his pockets.

"Sorry, it's my dad." He apologizes, looking at her.

She nods, "Sure, go ahead." She walks to the piano and waits patiently.

"Hey… um… s-sure. Okay, be right there… bye." He hangs up and places it back in his pocket.

"I'm taking it you have to leave?"

He nods, "Sorry… m-my dad needs me home. He says it's a family emergency. Really sorry," he picks up his green bag and Olivia stands, smoothing out her pink dress, she walks over to him.

"I'm… sorry," she says, he stops gathering his stuff and looks at her. "Sorry I kissed you… It was just, a spur of the moment kind of thing," she blushes.

"It's alright, I don't mind. See ya Olive," he hugs her, and her lips can't bare but kiss him yet again, but she resist. He pulls away from the hug and smirks, leaving the auditorium, leaving Olivia.

She sighs and sits back at the piano, placing her head to rest in her hands, her elbows laying on the piano, making loud various sounds.

"Why am I so stupid?" She asks herself.

"I don't think so," a male voice strikes her ears. She looked up, seeing no other than Scott. "I think you're quite smart."

She smiles, "Thank you. What are you doing her this late?"

"Detention, I was caught spitting spit balls on the new bleachers." He slowly walks towards her, and sits beside her on the bench. She can't help but chuckle slightly.

"Still the same Scott huh?"

"Yep, I'll never change. So, what're you doing her so late?"

She shrugged, "Wen asked me here to help him write a new song but he left."

"That's too bad, he missed out looking at your pretty face… but I'll never get tired of it." He brushed a blond cure out her face.

"Um… Mo, what about Mo? You're dating her Scott," she scoots away, but he scoots in.

"Mo doesn't have to know jack. Besides, I heard that she still had feelings for Charlie. She told him over the phone or something. He was bragging about it, jackass."

"Scott, okay… I'm sorry, but I'm not interested."

"Why, are you taken, seeing Wen?"

"N-no, we're just friends… B-but still," She stood, "I'm not ready for a boyfriend."

"Why, scared for heart break?"

"My parents just died Scott, I already have so much to do-" he stands and walks in closer.

"I won't break your heart. I'd love you," he smirks, she steps back, but he keeps stepping in. "Damn, you're beautiful. No wounded that Wen guy likes you so much. But it's too bad, he's seeing Tiffany." He shrugs, and she stops her backing up to stare at him.

"You're lying, y-you're lying. He wouldn't see her… they're nothing alike."

"No, but he told me about you and him. Guy's night… I was there. Anyway, he says he really likes you, but you weren't ready…" he shrugs, "So, I gave him Tiffany's number, went on from there. Did he seem sort of, hesitant towards you? Why would he want to screw up his first relationship?"

"Stop, you're lying. You're just trying to get to me but it won't work. Just go away."

"Aw, he told you he had a family emergency didn't he? Nope, he and Tiffany are going for Pizza. I set the date up." He smiles.

"Why are you doing this to me?" She asks, tears threatening her.

"I just want Wen to be happy. But everything's so… so… messed up. What with you and Wen, Charlie, me, and Mo. So, how about Wen with Tiffany, Charlie can have Mo, and the best for last, me and you. You have to admit, we look hot together."

She backed away, angered, "You wouldn't look hot alone. Rot in hell," she grabs her bag and storms out the auditorium, and soon out the school. It was raining, no, pouring. Thunder struck her ears, lighting being the only visible light out. She sobbed and ran to her bike, trying her best to see through the darkness, and the rain.

A sudden light was seen beside her, followed by a car. The windows were rolled down, Scott popped his head out. "Get in." He yelled, but she pelted faster, causing him to speed a bit.

"Go away," she shrieked, her voice cracking.

"Olivia, please. I'm sorry just get in."

"No," she yelled.

"Olivia"- but he stopped once he saw her body being flown into the air. He stopped his car, jerking his body backwards. To him, it happened so quickly, that in a blink of an eye she was laying on the sidewalk, completely still. But to Olivia, it seemed as if it was all in slow motion.

She was yelling at Scott, when a sudden large force hit her, causing her to fly in the air, her bike crashing down. She landed on the hard sidewalk face first, he body slamming soon enough. Her head was throbbing, her vision went blurry. The light from Scott's car came to blur. Darkness surrounded her. Silence was heard, she didn't move, as if any movement could coast her life, but then again, with the way her life has turned out, she could be with her parents… finally.

:O Whoa their! Cliffy! I didn't even know that was coming! Sorry, I'm just oh so hyper, and drama is my middle name. Not really, its Elizabeth… close though? My longest chapter yet! Anyway, I just saw Soul Surfer, and with all the dramatic events happening, what with all the pain, I just couldn't resist and play some on Olivia.

Whoa, does that sound like Wen at all? Is Scott lying? Who hit Olivia? P.S, it's not Scott… Oh, I'm so evil aren't I? Well, I hope you liked the little amount of fluff, even though it really wasn't… it was more like a rough surface turning into a jaggedly mess. But oh well. Comments make yet another chapter from little 'ol me. So click on that button, right there.