Wen POV:
Oh. My. Gosh. She… She picked ME. WEN. To KISS. Wow. Um… How does one respond to something like that?
"Dinner time!" The manager yelled down the stairs. Apparently I don't get to kiss the love of my life. Umm, I mean FRIEND. Where did the love come from?
Stella glared in the general direction of the manager's voice. "We are BUSY!"
But the manager had already walked away. Stella huffed and stomped up the stairs angrily. Apparently she WANTED us to kiss.
I looked at Olivia. She was trailing behind everyone else up the stairs.
"Hey," I caught her arm as she was on the bottom step. "Wh- Why did you choose me?" Oh wait to go, Wen. Make her feel comfortable.
"Oh, um," Her face turned bright red. "Well… I don't really know. I guess it's because you're the one I feel most comfortable around. You're my best friend."
Oh. I had no idea she considered me her best friend. I mean she was definitely special to me, and probably my best friend too. But I'd always thought hers was like, Mo, or Stella. I feel special!
I smiled at the blonde-haired girl. "Well, just to let you know…" I spoke quickly, before I could lose my nerve. "I would've chosen you too."
I quickly turned and hurried towards the stairs, but not before catching Olivia's smile and the twinkle in her eyes.
I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I managed to trip on the middle step and go tumbling back down.
"Wen!" Olivia gasped. She raced to my side. "Are you OK?"
I could tell she was holding back a grin despite the concern on her face. She looked cuter than ever like that. Then I had an idea. Clutching my head, I sank back down on the floor.
Olivia POV-
Oh no. He hit his head. He's gonna black out!
"Wen? Wen, try and stay awake! Come on, we just need to get upstairs so you can get help!"
"O… Olive… Olivia." He groaned. He must have hit his head harder than I thought!
"Yes? Yes, Wen, I'm right here!" I knew I sounded dramatic and desperate, but can you really blame me? What would you do in that situation?
"TICKLE ATTACK!" Wen screamed, and with that he shot upright and started tickling my stomach.
"NO! Wen- Wen stop! I can't take it!" Wen knew my weakness. He found out when he accidentally brushed his hand against my stomach while reaching across his laptop (we were writing a song). He had immediately noticed me twist away, which resulted in what he called a Tickle Torture almost as bad as this!
By the time someone came downstairs to get us I had gotten the hiccups from laughing so hard. Charlie found us with Wen tickling me mercilessly and me barely able to breath.
"Uh… GUYS!" Charlie yelled. Wen stopped and I sat up.
"Yeah?" We responded simultaneously.
"What are you DOING?" The drummer looked baffled.
"Well… Olivia here was… you know… Having a seizure, so I, out of the kindness of my heart I decided to stay here and help." Wen said seriously.
"Aha… Well hurry up, your mashed potatoes are getting cold."
Wen gasped. "You never said there were mashed potatoes!" He then proceeded to dash up the stairs and into the dining room, dragging me by the hand.
By the time we finished eating, everyone else was done and decided to go to bed after an exhausting day of watergun wars. Wen and I quickly followed suit and trudged up to our suite.
When we reached our suite we quickly changed into our PJs (Wen in the bathroom, of course). My pajamas consisted of a hot pink tank top and light blue short (but still down to lower thigh) shorts decorated with orange, yellow, hot pink, white, and dark blue sea horses.
Wen's pajamas were red plaid pajama pants and a matching button up long sleeved shirt. I have no idea how he could sleep in those, because I'd be steaming hot. Well, to each his own, I guess.
I tucked myself into the bed without complaint. I had long since given up that fight. It really was useless to argue with someone that cute.
I rolled over, closed my eyes, and fell asleep…
I woke up to a crack of thunder. Outside my window, a streak of lightning raced towards the ground, barely missing it's target. The thunder was so loud I felt like the whole room was shaking.
And then I screamed. And screamed. And screamed. What can I say? I am totally terrified of thunderstorms. The night my dad got sent to prison, there was a thunderstorm. The night my mom died, there was a thunderstorm. So you see where I got my phobia.
Wen shot up in bed. "Olivia? Are you OK? What happened?"
"Th-th-th-thunderstorm." I was shaking so badly I could hardly speak.
Wen frowned. "You're scared of thunderstorms?"
I nodded, and the tears started falling. I know it sounds silly, but it brings back memories that I'd rather keep buried.
Wen sat down next to me. "Hey. You OK?"
I shook my head, and the tears came faster. "I- I miss my mom. And my dad."
Wen shook his head. "Hey, come on. Where's that beautiful smile?"
And with that he started to sing:
Sail away on a river of dreams.
Far across the sea-ea.
Only don't forget to sail,
Back again to me.
Your dreams may carry you fa-ar,
But never forge-et, about me.
Always, always keep me near,
To-o, to-o your hea-art.
Sweet Dreams, my love,
I believe in yo-ou- ou,
Ne-ever, E-ever doubt yourself.
Believe you ca-an and it shall be tru-u-ue,
And reme-mber me when you dream, too.
His voice lulled me, and I felt myself gently sliding into dreamland. I was almost there when Wen whispered in my ear.
"Good night, Livvy." His breath was cool and minty on my cheek, and I shivered. Then he did something totally unexpected. He gently pressed his lips to my cheek. I sat up in bed.
"What was that for?" I asked. Wen only smiled.
"I figured I owed you a kiss." By now the lightning storm had stopped, and we both drifted asleep…
Wen POV:
I woke up to the sun streaming in from my window, all traces of last night's thunderstorm long gone. I looked over towards the bed. Olivia was asleep on it, splayed out on the bed in an odd position. I walked over to her and sat down on the bed.
Olivia slowly sat up. "Wen?" She yawned and sat up. "I'm tiiiireeeedd."
Wen smiled. "Well, why don't you go take a shower? That'll wake you up."
Olivia blinked sleepily. "Carry me."
I frowned. "What? Olivia-"
"Just to the bathroom, then I'll take a shower." She pleaded.
"Ugh, fine. Up we go!" I grunted and lifted her. She was lighter then I expected, and I carried her into the bathroom. "OK, take your shower!" I turned and walked out of the room.
After a couple minutes of flipping through channels, I heard Olivia singing in the shower. I quickly muted the TV.
Today was a fairy tale
You were the prince
I used to be a damsel in distress
You took me by the hand
And you picked me up at six
Today was a fairy tale
Today was a fairy tale
Today was a fairy tale
I wore a dress
You wore a dark gray t-shirt
You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess
Today was a fairy tale
Time slows down
Whenever you're around
But can you feel this Magic in the air?
It must've been the way you kissed me
Fell in love when I saw you standin' there
It must've been the way
Today was a fairy tale
It must've been the way
Today was a fairy tale
Today was a fairy tale
You've got a smile
That takes me to another planet
Every move you make
Every thing you say is right
Today was a fairy tale
Today was a fairy tale
All that I could say is now it's Getting so much clearer
Nothing made sense til the time I saw your face
Today was a fairy tale
Time slows down
Whenever you're around-Yeah
Can you feel this magic in the air?
It must've been the way you kissed me
Fell in love when I saw you standin' there
It must've been the way
Today was a fairy tale
It must've been the way
Today was a fairy tale
Time slows down
Whenever you're around
I can feel my heart
It's beating in my chest
Did you feel it?
I can't put this down
But can you feel this magic in the air?
It must've been the way you kissed me
Fell in love when I saw you standin' there
It must've been the way
Can you feel this magic in the air?
It must've been the way you kissed me
Fell in love when I saw you standin' there
It must've been the way
Today was a fairy tale
It must've been the way
Today was a fairy tale
Oh Oh Ooh Yeah oh
Today was a fairy tale
I looked down. Yep. My T-shirt was gray. I feel special. Olivia soon walked out of the bathroom fully clothed and with a little smile on her face.
"He-ey." I said. "Nice song, when'd you write it?"
Olivia froze. "Oh, uh, you heard that. Just… You know, a song I wrote. It's called Today was a Fairytale. I wrote it on the plane. You were right next to me, remember?"
Oooohhhh yeah. I had been too busy staring at Oli- I mean, you know. The… salad. At least, I think it was salad. Could've been chicken. You really never know.
"It was really cool! Care for some accompaniment?"
Olivia smiled. "Sure!"
We spent the next hour working on the song. And then… there was hide and seek.
Olivia POV-
We walked into the Boy Room, where the girls were perched on the dresser and staring at Scott and Charlie.
"You're a taco!" Charlie accused.
"No, you're a taco!" Scott defended himself.
"Oh yeah? Well you're a hamburger!"
"Excuse me? I am a CHEESEBURGER! And you, sir, are a hotdog."
"At least it's better than a cheeseburger! Cheeseburgers are FAT!"
"At least I'm not some two-timing french-fry!"
"TOO FAR!" Scott yelled. He leapt at Charlie and tackled him. Within moments the two were wrestling on the floor.
"HEY!" Stella yelled. Everyone froze.
"Who's up for some hide and seek?" I asked. Everyone grinned. It was on.
Mo POV-
Oh, they wish they hadn't suggested that! I have a plan.
"I'll count first!" Charlie the cheeseburger yelled.
"Oh yeah? Well I'll count WITH you!" Scott the hotdog glared.
I sighed. The two had been at it all morning! I mean honestly!
Charlie and Scott started counting, and I motion for Olivia and Wen to come with me. "Come on! I know a great spot," I whispered.
The two followed me, oblivious to their fate. "Just in here," and I crawled into a little hidden cupboard in the stairs. Which just so happened to have a lock on it.
The two followed me inside, whispering as they went. There was barely enough room for two people, let alone three.
Wee waited in the cupboard for a long time, until I finally spoke up. "Ok, I'm gonna go check out where Charlie and Scott are. You two STAY HERE."
I carefully slipped out of the hidey-hole, locking it behind me. Phase One complete.
I pulled my walkie-talkie out of my pocket. "Question Authority, this is LittleMissPerfect. The love-birds are in the cage, repeat, the lovebirds are in the cage."
Static crackled in the background, and Stella answered back. "Great job. Time for Phase Two!"
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