Okay, the tension is rising. How will Olivia react? Will she ever be the same quiet but meaningful person? Or a person who's just… quiet?

Olivia

A baby was looking up at me from my arms. The baby had fire red locks with big brown eyes. Freckles were splattered along the top of their cheeks and nose. I was content. Life couldn't get better.

I was holding the baby, watching it sleep perfectly in my arms. All of a sudden the babies eyes snapped open, pain in the poor things eyes, lips turning blue. The baby was slowly fading.

' Why did you do it?'

It was like a little kids voice, echoing in my head, embedding itself in my memory, wrapping me in guilt.

Wen

I yawned and pulled Olivia closer to me, her head resting at the crook of my neck. I rubbed soothing circles on her back. Why was she the one going through all this pain? Her mom died when she was four. Her dad arrested by the time she was six. Gram died two days after we graduated. What if Lemonade Mouth didn't work? Would she be dead? Would she have died because of all the grief she was doomed to?

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt a warm liquid spilling down my neck, running down my chest and then staining the sheets. I rolled Olivia on her back. She was breathing in short gasps with tears running down her cheeks like waterfalls.

" Olivia. Olivia! Get up sweetie. Get up! Olivia!"

She jumped a little and her eyes flew open. Her eyes were glazed over with tears. She started blinking to clear them. She looked at me and started crying again. I lifted her up and placed her in my lap. I started rubbing circles on her back and kissed the top of her head. After ten minutes she started to clam down. The tears stopped falling and her breathing became even.

"Are you okay?" I whispered in her ear.

She nodded, " Bad dream."

" Do you want to talk about it?"

She sighed and started talking. Tears stung my eyes as she told me. It was all her fault. Planting this seed in Olivia's head. Making it sound like it's all her fault. When she was finished she looked up at me. Her eyes had unshed tears in them.

I pulled her closer, " We will get through this. We know it's not true and we will set the record straight."

She smiled a little and hope took over the guilt in her eyes. She threw her arms around me, hugging me tight. I hugged her back. We sat there for a while, in till her breathing became even against my chest. I looked down to see my wife peacefully sleeping in my arms. I slowly lay down on my side, making sure not to shift her weight too much. I quickly fell asleep, trying to forget the dream she told me about.

~~~0oooo0~~~

I felt something lifting my arm. My arms snapped open to see Olivia lifting my arm like a weight. I moved my arm for her and she jumped a little.

" Sorry."

" I have been trying to lift your arm so I can go to the bathroom for ten minutes!" she exclaimed.

I flexed my arm and chuckled, " I do lift one hundred and fifty pounds."

She glared at me and started to get up.

" Wait! What time is it?"

She rolled her eyes and looked at the clock, " Noon. I'm gonna start getting ready so we can leave to met your parents at one- thirty."

I nodded. I got out of bed and walked towards our closet, stopping to pull a pair of dark jeans out of the drawer and put them on. Then I proceeded to go to the closet and took out a light blue sweater. I walked down stairs and turned on the television.

I was watching Sports Center when Olivia came down the stairs. She had black skinny jeans, a floral top, and a pair of black flats.

" You ready?"

" Yeah. Let's go," she said grabbing her purse out of the closet and walking towards the door.

The car ride to my parents' house was quiet but comfortable. We arrived with five minutes to spare. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Georgie. Georgie is now sixteen. She had red curly hair that went to the small of her back with dark green eyes.

" Hey Olivia. Hi Wen," she said giving us hugs as we came in.

Sydney walked out of the kitchen and greeted us, " Hey guys. Dinner will be done in about an hour. Your dad is watching The Music Scene down stairs."

I went down the stairs, " Hey dad," I greeted and Olivia went to go sit next to him.

We were talking about baseball when we cut off by Olivia yelling.

" NO. NO. NO!" She stood up and started crying. My dad looked at me with confusion in his eyes. I shrugged and looked at the television.

" Somebody sent in a video of Olivia White at a bowling alley last night. Her karaoke rival called her slut and said she got an abortion. We don't know if this is true but Olivia was later seen running out while people threw stuff at her. Also, Stella Yamada was seen being pulled off of the person who made the accusation. We will give you more information in later additions. Thanks for watching, I am Moxie Morris giving you information on all things music."

Olivia was on the floor, rocking back and forth. My dad and Sydney, who must came down to see what was going on, was watching me. Shit! I didn't tell them Olivia was pregnant.

I walked over and held Olivia close. I looked up at my family and told them everything. When I was done they gave Olivia, who calmed down and was sitting on the couch with her knees to her chest, a hug.

We decided to leave early and headed home.

Charlie

Stella was sitting on my lap with Mo and Scott on my left. We were in front of Wen and Olivia's house. Stella saw the video of Olivia and we rushed over here. Wen's car pulled into the driveway. He and Olivia came out of the car. Wen looked stressed out and Olivia had her head down.

Stella got up and ran into Olivia with Mo close behind. They wrapped her in a hug and Olivia broke down. She started crying and Wen looked like he wanted to.

Wen sat down next to Scott and me. Then he covered his face with his hands.

" What are you gonna do?" Scott asked.

" I don't know. I guess once we're ready we will go onto Moxie's show and tell her and the world what really happened."

" Don't forget we all will be here for you and Olivia. Through everything, we will do everything to help get this right," I declared and Scott nodded. Wen looked up at me with shock written all over his face.

" What? I can be deep." I heard someone snort and looked in front of me to see Mo trying not to laugh and Olivia was still looking down. Stella was glaring at Mo.

" It's true. That's why I fell in love with him," Stella said smirking.

" Hey! I thought it was my charm and good looks!" I said with mock hurt.

" Hmm… keep telling your self that," Stella said, kissing my cheek.

All of us laughed, except Wen and Olivia. Wen was watching Olivia, who hasn't looked up yet.

" What's wrong, Liv?" Wen questioned.

" She planned all of this. A living hell to drown all of you in with me," she cried out and started to cry again. Tears were staining the sidewalk quickly in till the drops turned into a big glob.

" We will always be with you, no matter what. That's what being a friend is about," Mo said smiling a little.

Olivia started to calm down. The tears slowing down and she looked up.

" How could I have lived without you guys?"

We all awed like in a television show and had a group hug.