Lemonade Mouth
TLC
Chaptered
Written by Lavender
Not owning Lemonade Mouth. If I did, Rayella would be canon.
(^^)
"You're where?" Mr. Yamada asked in disbelief as he paced his study. "I'm at Ray's house."
"Please tell me you didn't decide to get him to buy you a new guitar."
"Dad I did what you said," Stella answered in exasperation. "You told me to get a few part-time jobs and I did. I had a hundred bucks by the time it was five, but I needed more money for the guitar so I offered to babysit Ray."
His brow arched, and Mr. Yamada ran a hand through his dark hair. "But isn't Ray your age?"
She held back a snort, as the baby-that-needed-sitting, was sitting up on his bed and glaring at her. "Yeah well he's sick and his mom needed someone to keep an eye on him while she goes to Albuquerque for the week."
"And how much are you getting paid for this exactly?"
"Three hundred."
"Well…you have my blessing," he said with a chuckle, "Is there any other reason as to why you've called?"
"Yeah, I need to stay here."
"Excuse me, what?" Mr. Yamada demanded, his dark hair going whiter by the second. His only daughter, his eldest child, alone in the company of a rich boy who happened to be 'sick'; come to think of it, Mr. Yamada was feeling pretty sick already! "Calm down dad," Stella said as she pivoted on her foot as she walked the length of Ray's room. "Turns out Ray's got the Chicken Pox and I can't exactly leave him alone."
"I'm fine," Ray's voice came to which Stella replied in annoyance, "You said that before you threw up. Just go to sleep Beech."
"I don't have to do what you say," he argued back like a child being told to go to bed before the big late night movie. "You will if you don't want me to force feed you that stuff your aunt left in the kitchen." There was a pause, and Stella's voice returned, "Sorry dad, you were saying?"
"Stella I don't think this is a good idea."
"Dad he's sick and his mom and aunt are already packing for the trip."
"How come his mother won't just stay and take care of him?"
"His mom's nice and all, but she'll definitely kill him with all her kindness. She's worse than mom when she realized that Andy, Timmy and I are going to leave for college at one point." Though Mrs. Yamada was not the most affectionate woman in the world, she was very capable of being overly attached and that meant that any thought of any of her three children leaving her caused her to smother them with baby-talk and 'my baby's not going anywhere without their mommy'.
Mr. Yamada sighed. "Alright fine, I suppose that's the effect of having a father as a doctor. You always want to help people."
"I'm doing this for the three hundred bucks."
"Of course you are," he responded, readjusting his spectacles. "I'll come over to drop you off some clothes," he paused and added quickly, "and just in case, a mace. I don't care if he's sick or not." Stella rolled her eyes bid her dad good-bye before pocketing her cell-phone again.
Turning her attention back on Ray Beech, who was simply lying down in his bed and trying to stop the itching going on underneath his clothes.
"What did I tell you Ray, go to sleep," she ordered, hands on hips as she loomed over him. "I'm too freaking itchy to sleep!"
Annoyed, she grabbed his hands again and sat on the edge of his bed as she did so. "Ray, I'm telling you now. Resist the urge to scratch the itch."
"But why can't I?" he asked, his voice still rough from the few coughs that managed to escape him. "If you do, you'll get scars," Stella stated, making Ray's brow furrow. "Why?"
"That's what happens when you try and scratch out the Chicken Pox, it leaves really bad scars."
"Have you had it?"
"When I was baby," she answered and a thought sudden came up. "I'll be right back," Stella stated as she disappeared out his bedroom door. A few minutes later, she returned with mittens. "The hell, are those?" Ray demanded as she came back towards the bed, grabbed his hands and placed them into the bright pink mittens of his Aunt Claire.
"Okay, now you can scratch to your heart's content."
He looked down at his hands, now covered by the luminous bright pink. Ray looked back at Stella. "I'm not wearing this."
Stella rolled her eyes. "It's pink I get it. So what? It's not like anyone's going to see it and care."
"I see it, and I care," he stated, his frown deepening. "I'm not wearing this."
"You already are Beech. Just accept them already, it's only until the Chicken Pox are gone."
"And how long is that?" Ray asked sarcastically. "About a week, give or take two."
"No."
"Don't argue with me Ray Beech, you'll regret it," Stella said warningly, eyes glaring fiercely. "You can't make me," he argued with an even fiercer glare. "Fine, you can go out without the mittens if you want," she consented, taking the mittens off of his hands and leaving his room quietly. Ray stared after her in bewilderment. Did Stella Yamada just agree to his demands?
xXx
To Ray
From Patty
Baby where were you? You were supposed to come to the party tonight!
xXx
To Patty
From Ray
I wasn't in the mood. Stop texting me.
xXx
To Scott
From Ray
I'll kill you for giving Patty my number
xXx
To Ray
From Scott
Someone's in a good mood today
xXx
Stella disappeared downstairs again, making her way to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen, directed to her by Evelyn.
Peering inside the cabinet, her eyes roamed the contents of what lay inside. Various colored bottles sat inside and Stella looked over them thoughtfully, wondering which one was the one she needed.
A familiar container was hidden in the back and she stood on her toes to reach it. "Damn high cabinets," she muttered and when she finally reached the container, a voice made her fall over, "What'cha doin?"
"Whoa!" There was a loud clatter as Stella's bottom made contact with the hard marble kitchen floors. "Ow, what the heck…?"
"Hey, are you okay?" Her head snapped in the direction of the voice and her brown eyed gaze met a girl with rich crimson curls and familiar blue eyes framed behind glasses. "Wha, who are you?" The girl tilted her head in confusion. "I should be asking you, shouldn't I?"
"Uh…?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I'm being rude aren't I?" she asked, helping Stella to her feet. "I'm Isabel, are you my big brother's babysitter?" She held back a snort. Yeah, it definitely sounded funnier that way. "Yeah, uh huh, that's who I am. I'm Stella; it's nice to meet you."
"Call me Izzy," she brushed off with a smile, nodding at the container. "He's got Chicken Pox huh?"
"How'd you…?"
"I went in his room a second ago to see if he was okay, mom was going on about him being deathly sick," Izzy claimed with a shrug and eye roll at her mother's over-dramatic antics. "He's more irritable than usual. Mumbling about scars and itching…" Stella couldn't help but smile. "Ray said something about taking mittens. What does he want mittens for?"
"I told him it was for his own good, but no, I decide to do what he asks and he starts complaining."
Before Izzy could say something in reply, Evelyn breezed in. "Oh Izzy there you are," she greeted brushing her daughter's hair gently. "What did you need from there Stella, is Ray alright?"
"Uh yeah," she replied, hiding the container behind her back, "he's just got a bad cough though. I'm just taking him some cough medicine."
"Oh, well," Evelyn looked down at her daughter and looked back at Stella. "I was wondering, since Izzy doesn't want to come with me and Claire, if it was alright for you to watch her as well. I'll add an extra hundred for her."
"Its fine, she doesn't seem like too much trouble," Stella said, her eyes taking in the little girl. Looking at the crimson curtain that hung in a braid down her back, the inquisitive blue eyes and the pout, the teenager wondered how on earth Izzy could be related to Ray if not for the blue eyes. "Oh you'll regret saying that when I'm gone. This good girl act disappears as soon as I go."
"I've got two younger brothers," she informed with a smile, "and I handle your son on a daily basis at school. I think I can take her on."
"If you insist, but I'll add an extra hundred just in case…"
Evelyn disappeared out the arch of the kitchen and when she did, Stella whispered to Izzy, "You aren't as bad as your brother right?"
Izzy blinked up at her innocently. "Define 'bad'?"
To be continued
Chapter 3, done and done, thanks for all your support so far!
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