Olivia POV-
Wen and I were now sitting together in a tiny closet. Alone. Pressed together like peanut butter and jelly. The only light came from a tiny bulb above our heads. Oh my gosh.
"Sooo..." Wen shifted uncomfortably. "Enjoying vacation?"
"Definitely! It's a nice break from paparazzi and your stupid girly fans… Uh, I mean EVERYBODY'S obsessive... fans. Like that one in Maine that jumped up on stage…" I laughed at the memory.
*Flashback*
We were performing Livin' On A High Wire for the first time live in concert. There was so much more of a rush with the crowd cheering your name, enormous beach balls bouncing over the crowd… There's nothing like it!
We were just entering the second chorus when two fan girls leapt up on stage, a brunette and a blondie. One ran for Charlie and the other ran for Wen. MY Wen. Oh, no she didn't!
Charlie was still playing his drums with both hands while trying to elbow the girl off as nicely as he could. That's Charlie for you! Too nice for his own good!
Wen, meanwhile, was being physically pulled from his piano (he insists it's a keyboard, but he just thinks that sounds manlier). He was still playing it with one hand, and the blonde girl was holding the other one captive.
I was still singing, dancing my way over to the keyboard. Once I was right next to the girl I grabbed her arm and pried it off Wen. Still singing, I dragged her over to the security guards that had finally showed up. I glared at the large man and tossed the girl over to him.
Mo was frowning and actually hip-bumped the girl who was clinging to Charlie over to the security guards. Now that was a quality hip-bump!
*End Flashback*
Wen laughed along with me. "Wow, I'd forgotten about that! I had a hard time not busting out laughing when you had to pull that girl away from me! Thanks for that, by the way..."
I grinned. "Well I couldn't just leave her there! It was awful!" Wen raised his eyebrows. "Oh, well, cause… I mean… It might've totally messed up the song!"
We continued talking for a while. We chatted about everything. The laughs, the tears, the good times and bad, we talked about all of it. It was perfect.
"Wonder what's taking Mo so long." Wen said casually.
"Oh yeah, where is she?" I had totally forgotten! "I'll go see."
I tried to open the door of the tiny room, but it wouldn't budge. "Hey, Wen, I think the door's jammed."
"Huh." Wen tried it himself, but the door was unyielding. "It's like, totally unmovable!"
We tried for a while more, then gave up. "I guess we'll just have to wait until Mo comes back. Oh yeah! By the way, I was thinking about a possibility for a new song!"
"Awesome, what is it?" I was all-ears.
"Well, I was thinking it should be about how we were all- we might as well admit it- losers before we were in Lemonade Mouth. You know, express how losers are really the winners in the long run." He seemed really into the idea, making elaborate hand gestures as he spoke.
"Wen, I think that may have been the smartest thing you've ever said regarding the band!" I smiled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He faked suspicion.
"Well, for starters, you wanted to call the band 'Wen'."
The boy in question shrugged. "I still like the idea. Anyways, let's get started!"
We sat there for a long time, coming up with the lyrics and music. We were so caught up in the song we didn't even notice at first when Mo opened the door. After a couple seconds, we were finally aware of the light streaming in through the doorway.
"MOOOOOOOO!" We yelled in unison. She jumped away as we threw ourselves out of the cramped space.
"Wow, you were really eager to get out of there!" Mo looked oddly disappointed.
Wen shrugged. "We got a new song done, and we wanted to show you guys! Go get everyone to get they're instruments! And meet in the guys room in 5 minutes!" The game forgotten, Mo rushed off.
Wen POV-
Olivia and I dashed into my room. I made a beeline for my dresser, quickly slipping my framed picture of Olivia and I into the drawer of the bedside table.
"Anyways!" I turned back to the rest of the band. Here is the music…" Olivia and I passed out the copies we made. "… And we can get started!"
(Olivia, backup Mo and Stella)
Yeah, you may think that I'm a zero
But, hey, everyone you wanna be
Probably started off like me
You may say that I'm a freakshow (I don't care)
But, hey, give me just a little time
I bet you're gonna change your mind
All of the dirt you've been throwin' my way
It ain't so hard to take, that's right
'Cause I know one day you'll be screamin' my name
And I'll just look away, that's right
(Chorus)
Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth
So everyone can hear
Hit me with the worst you got and knock me down
Baby, I don't care
Keep it up, and soon enough you'll figure out
You wanna be
You wanna be
A loser like me
A loser like me
(Wen, backup Charlie and Scott)
Push me up against the locker
And hey, all I do is shake it off
I'll get you back when I'm your boss
I'm not thinkin' 'bout you haters
'Cause hey, I could be a superstar
I'll see you when you wash my car
All of the dirt you've been throwin' my way
It ain't so hard to take, that's right
'Cause I know one day you'll be screamin' my name
And I'll just look away, that's right
(Chorus)
Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth
So everyone can hear
Hit me with the worst you got and knock me down
Baby, I don't care
Keep it up, and soon enough you'll figure out
You wanna be
You wanna be
A loser like me
A loser like me
A loser like me
Hey, you, over there
Keep the L up-up in the air
Hey, you, over there
Keep the L up, 'cause I don't care
You can throw your sticks, and you can throw your stones
Like a rocket, just watch me go
Yeah, l-o-s-e-r
I can only be who I are
(Chorus)
Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth
So everyone can hear
Hit me with the worst you got and knock me down
Baby, I don't care
Keep it up, and soon enough you'll figure out
You wanna be
You wanna be
A loser like me
A loser like me
(Chorus)
Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth
So everyone can hear
Hit me with the worst you got and knock me down
Baby, I don't care
Keep it up, and soon enough you'll figure out
You wanna be
You wanna be
A loser like me (A loser like me)
A loser like me (A loser like me)
A loser like me
"Wow, that was amazing!" Stella yelled as we played the final notes.
And we just grinned.
The next day, we all decided to go to the pool. I, for one, was totally looking forward to seeing Olivia in a bathing suit. Uh, pretend I didn't say that. I mean, think that. I mean- oh just forget it!
We met down in the lobby. I'm pretty sure my eyes popped out of my head when I saw Olivia. Her bikini was an amazing royal purple halter top, held together by metal gold rings.
I could tell Charlie and Scott had the same with Stella and Mo. Mo's string bikini was bright blue, with spaghetti straps that stood out against her tan skin.
Stella's bikini was strapless and yellow with black trim. It did look good, but I'll admit I had eyes only for Olivia.
Olivia POV-
Wow. Wen. Was. Hot. Not that this was anything new, but he looked even better without his shirt! He had a noticeable six-pack, and his swim trunks were fire-engine red. Charlie's were blue camo, and Scott's were black (boring).
We headed over to the pool, but Stella stopped suddenly. "Oh, hang-on. I left my towel up in the room! Mo, come with me to get it." Mo agreed, and they left in a hurried fashion.
Stella POV-
We rounded the corner and bumped in a tall, HOT boy with blonde hair and green eyes. He handed us our towels.
"You know what to do, right?"
"Yup! Just make the strawberry blonde jealous, right? Should be easy. Redheads are always temperamental."
Mo rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Now head out!"
Wen POV-
We dropped the towels on lounge chairs and lathering up with sunscreen.
"Hey Wen, can you put sunscreen on my back?" Olivia called over to me. I almost choked on air. That was usually reserved for boyfriends.
I about to reply when a smooth male voice cut in. "Here, allow me. Anything for a girl as gorgeous as you."
Olivia POV-
I looked up. There was a hot guy standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!
"Uhhhh…" I muttered intelligently. "I'd rather have Wen do it."
"How come babe? Ditch ginger and come have a soda! I'd be better for you than that dude."
"Er… Nah, I'm good." I was having a hard time with this.
"Come on. He's not even interested in you!" The stuck up yet admittedly gorgeous guy quipped. I could see Wen's face getting red.
Then it just slipped out. I didn't even know I was saying it until it was too late.
"As a matter of a fact he IS, because Wen here happens to be my boyfriend!"