Hello my pretties. Okay, so let me start off by saying, I was dancing in my room with the amount of positive feedback. I love them, I feed off them. So in order for me to receive, I must give. So to you, I present… chapter 7!

Now, I bet you're probably rolling your eyes thinking, 'what's this chicks problem, I just wanna read Lemonade Mouth Fanfiction because, a.- The movie was too short. B.- I really like Wen/ Olivia fluff and or Mo/ Charlie. (And for the few who like Mo/ Scott) and C.- I just wanna read a good Fanfiction nowadays..' Well, I understand your pain, being why my gift to you is to update as much as I can. Because honestly, what else's in my life? School?

So, I hate the feeling you get when you think your stories doing well. Positive feedback all that jazz, but then, BAM! Writers block! Well, I'm unfortunately having that painful feeling. :P, ideas would be wonderful. Good or bad, I read your reviews… So, hopefully due to my writers block this was a good story…

Enjoy:

Olivia stared out the window at the pouring rain. She watched as the rain drops would slid off her window. Her Gram picked her up from the hospital, and the situation she was in was too awkward for her to bare. Her gram driving, her sitting in the passenger seat, Charlie, Mo, Wen, Scott and Stella all crammed in the back. Not a sound was made, Olivia didn't speak to anyone besides the doctor unless needed, and she felt like crying as if it would reduce the pain she was feeling physically and emotionally.

The salty water welled up in her eyes, and her vision of watching the rain went blurry. She blinked and the feeling of the warm tear falling from her cheek tickles her soft skin. She looked through the window at the review mirror, staring at her reflection, and boy did she need to clean up.

Her hair was sticking up; her face was smearing of tears and make up, not to mention her bruise on her cheek. She looked away, ashamed at that girl. The car stopped, and it was still. Not one movement was made; everyone just stared at one another. Gram decided to be the first to move. She took her keys out the ignition and grabbed her purse, opening the door, but turned to Olivia. Olivia looked back and gave a weak smile.

"I'll make you some soup dear. Take as long as you need." She patted her leg gently, and slid out the car. Olivia watched as she used her purse as an umbrella, trying to fight off the pouring rain. Once she disappeared inside, Stella decided to speak up.

"Olivia, are you okay? We can stay over if you want us to." The band mates nodded in agreement, but Olivia just shook her head, new, fresh tears falling. She breathed in and a sob left her lips. She placed her face in her hands, crying in them.

"We'll be inside Liv," a comforting hand gently touched her shoulder as Charlie's voice struck her ears. The door opened, making the rain that hit louder, several bodies slid out, but her aura knew another body was in the car by the movement.

She looked up and wiped her red, puffy eyes. "Liv, it's okay…" Stella's voice rang. Olivia nods and looks at her hands that were violently shaking without command. "You'll get through this; you're a fighter, not a quitter."

"Why does everything bad have to happen to me?" She asked, her voice cracking, but it was the first she spoke in hours. Stella, who was token back by her voice un buckled her seat belt and scooted up, Olivia being only a foot away from her. "My mom and dad are dead… I'm hit by a car, Wen's dating Tiffany-"

"What, Wen's dating Tiffany? Since When?" She asked, confused as much as Olivia.

"Scott told me…"

"What else did he tell you?"

"… He tried to hit on me… but I told him I wasn't interested and… and…" she stopped and cried. "I hate my life…"

Stella watched as the poor girl cried. "I'm so sorry Olivia. You don't deserve this."

"No one does…" she controlled her sobs, "Did they find him?" She asked silently.

Stella shook her head, "No…" She nods and sniffs.

"I wanna go inside… I need to sleep…" Stella only nods and opens the door, greeted by heavy rain, Olivia does the same, and the two walk towards the front porch, and go inside the warm, dry house.

The smell of chicken soup's filled the nostrils on the teens, and Olivia notices Wen, Mo, and Charlie sitting on the red cotton couch, while on the opposite side of the room is where Scott sits, a chair for his own. Once her body enters, they all stand.

"Olivia, I'm… so sorry…" Scott walks towards her, but she backs away.

"Can we talk about it later? I really don't want to discuss it now…" she turns slowly, and proceeds to the kitchen, greeted by her grandmother.

"Hey hon, how you feeling?" She asks, dropping her wooden spoon that was now leaning on the metal pan. She walks up to her granddaughter, and Olivia just shrugs.

"I've been better… If you don't mind I really just want to go to sleep. I… I don't feel too good." Gram nods.

"That's fine dear, do you want me to send your friends home?"

"No, I'll do it… thank you though." She just nods and Olivia drags her feet towards the living room.

"Liv, anything you need, just ask," Stella starts, the rest of the band nods.

"How about… heading home… no instants here. I'm going to sleep." They all nod.

"Of course," soon enough, they walk out the door; she avoids eye contact with Wen, who desperately waited for her welcoming eyes. Once they left, Olivia shut the door, and turned around, leaning back on the wood, she slid down slowly in order to not scratch up her beaten up back. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them, crying. She stayed in the same position, until she stopped her tears, and just stared at the stairs that were about three yards away from her. She stood, and proceeded to climb them. Soon enough she entered her room, and quickly, she feel into a deep, painful slumber.

Well pooie, that was an end chapter… don't you hate it when right as the stories looking interesting, it ENDS! I hate that, even if I may be guilty of it… hmm…

Anyway, Sorry for all the depression, but hey, it's has to be done… Oh yes, ideas please… :D