Lemonade Mouth

TLC

Chaptered

Written by Lavender

Not owning Lemonade Mouth. If I did, Rayella would be canon.

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"I'm sorry about him Stell…"

"It's alright I've seen him mad before," Stella responded with a shrug. "How is he?"

"Red; blemishes and skin color," Izzy informed. "You're…still going to take care of him…right?"

"Yeah, your mom already paid me so…"

The next couple of days were filled with silence, but at least at school the week after Stella didn't have to worry about Ray and their daily arguments, but she still had to come to the Beech household to take care of both Izzy and the still sick, Ray.

"So did you get your guitar?"

Stella nodded. "Yep, I even had extra cash left over." Of course I did, she added silently, Evelyn paid me four hundred bucks.

"Really? What does it look like?" Izzy asked, putting her violin back into her case. "It's got stars and my band's logo on it, though, I added the logo." Stella stated, gesturing at the lemon logo on her messenger bag. "Hey do you think I can get one of those?"

She grinned and shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea, I mean your brother doesn't exactly like Lemonade Mouth. Who knows how angry he'll be when he sees you wearing the logo." Izzy shrugged and said, "He wouldn't get angry at me about supporting the rival band. I mean, Ray likes competition, it forces him to up his game."

"But he hates Lemonade Mouth," Stella stated in surprise. Ray Beech liking competition? Was Izzy serious?

Izzy shook her head. "Not hates, well not really. Hating your band assures that he fights with all he's got and doesn't bow down because the people in your band are nice."

"Did he tell you this?"

"Yeah," she replied, "but don't tell him I told you though, Ray was kind of hopped up on cough medicine so he wasn't exactly sober…" Ray Beech got wasted on cough medicine? Really?

"What else did he say?" Stella asked in curiosity, leaning towards Izzy eagerly. "Well, he admitted that he probably wouldn't have to hate your band so much if you were the lead singer."

"Why would he say that?"

"He told me that Olivia's kinda timid and he can't believe that she'd be the one to give him a fight against Mudslide Crush. I think he's kinda embarrassed about it because she shouldn't be the one to make him lose his cool when it comes to his music."

"And why would me; being the lead singer of Lemonade Mouth change anything?"

"Coz you'd give him a fight, both on stage and off stage. I've heard you guys perform before, and Olivia does sound amazing, but off stage she seems like such a shy person. At least if you were the lead, everyone would understand why Mudslide Crush got beat by Lemonade Mouth."

"Hey Liv's just like that," Stella defended.

"I'm sure she is," Izzy said smoothly, "but I'm just saying coz Ray doesn't know Olivia. Everyone knows you're quite the spitfire, so I don't think he'd actually mind fighting with you. Fighting with Olivia…it kinda seems like trying to hurt a kitten…and I know my brother can be total jerk sometimes, but he isn't that cruel."

"Well…that does make sense…"

"Mmhmm..."

"So," Stella asked, clearing her throat, "how's he doing so far?" Izzy shrugged. "Well when I dropped off all those books and stuff he needed for school, he seemed okay I guess. But I'm sure you're a better judge at that then I am."

"Is he still mad about Sunday?"

"More mad at me than at you," Izzy informed with a shrug. "He doesn't like people knowing about Bell, so maybe you can ask him."

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"It doesn't have to be, I mean, you are curious, aren't you?"

"…no…"

"Wow, he's right. You are bad at lying."

xXx

To Ray

From Patty

Ray-Ray babe, don't you feel like coming back to take me to lunch?

xXx

To Patty

From Ray

No.

xXx

Stella poked her head into Ray's room. "Ray…you okay?"

He was sitting on his bed, scratching his blotchy red face in annoyance while he waved his Math textbook around for some odd reason as if he were trying to swat a fly. Blinking, Stella entered his room and grabbed his textbook from him. "What the heck do you think you're doing?"

"Itching, what do you think I'm doing?"

Grabbing both his hands, she rolled her eyes. "What did I tell you about scratching? Do you want to get scars?"

"I can't help it alright?" Ray was trying to get his hands out of Stella's grip, his weakened state made it easier for Stella to keep his hands in hers. "Isn't your sister giving you the ointment?"

Ray wretched his hands out, finally gaining enough of his 'healing energy,' as Aunt Claire called it, to release himself from her hold, and crossed his arms. "No."

"And why not?" Stella demanded; her brow arched expectedly. "I told her that I didn't need it." She rolled her eyes. "Oh for goodness' sake Ray!" Annoyed as she was with the sick blonde, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head eliciting complains from him. "What the hell Yamada!"

"Oh…"

Before Ray knew what was happening, Stella pulled him off his bed and into his bathroom.

"Yamada, what do you think you're doing?"

"Get in the shower Ray."

"What?"

"Get. In. The. Shower."

xXx

To Stella

From Mo

Hey Stell, are you free for practice?

xXx

To Mo

From Stella

Can't sorry, tomorrow?

xXx

To Stella

From Charlie

You said that on Monday, today's Wednesday

xXx

To say that he was surprised by her demand was one thing, but when she came in with him and turned on the facet behind him, he was damn sure he'd die of shock. "Yamada what are you -?"

She lathered the soap into a cloth she brought with her and started to scrub him.

"See all this?" Stella asked rhetorically pulling his arm into his line of vision. Ray scrunched is face up. "What the…?" There was a yellow like puss coming out of his wounds that were a gross unhealthy red. "This is what happens when you don't put ointment and then don't get cleaned." He frowned down at her as she continued her cleaning, berating him under the rush of the water.

If Stella thought that cleaning him with a wet cloth was one thing, bathing him was something else completely.

She thanked god that her dad was a doctor and that when she was younger, she came with her dad to work during school breaks to see what he did. Bathing patients wasn't that weird. Helping them use the bathroom was something else entirely. But the people her dad usually helped were either really old or children. Here she was helping out a fully grown teenage boy that did not lack any physical attributes.

"This looks weird," he stated after a silence lapsed.

Stella didn't reply as she finished washing his upper body. "Off with the pants."

"Please tell me you're joking."

She leaned against the opposite wall, wiping the water from the shower head off her temple. "I'm not taking any chances." Ray gave her a completely bewildered look and she snorted. "Ray, keep your boxers on. I don't want to see anything like that. I just want to make sure the Chicken Pox on your legs isn't as bad as the one on your chest and on your arms."

"Fine, but don't look." He sounded so embarrassed it almost made her laugh, but she looked away if only to make him feel better.

Ray kicked his sweatpants to the opposite side of the wall and grunted, looking away from Stella as she crouched in front of him to wash his legs. No words were exchanged for an agonizing twenty seconds as she stood and leaned away from him again. "Alright…"

"Yep…"

An awkward pause. "You aren't going to demand I leave again are you?"

"What?" Stella shifted uncomfortably under his blue eyed gaze. "I don't want a repeat, and if it makes you feel better I won't ask about your sister."

"Oh…that."

"Yeah. That."

He sighed, and ran a hand over his face as the water continued to rain down on him. "You want to know." Stella flinched. "Am I really that bad at lying?" Ray chuckled. "Yeah."

"Damn."

"Okay so if I tell you about her. You won't ask any more questions right?"

"Mm…that depends," Stella stated, pretending to think about it. "It depends on what?"

"It depends if you decide to kick me out of your room again."

"…"

"That statement was not meant to boast your ego."

"Funny it sounded like it," he stated with a smirk.

"Look, your mom hired me to take care of you. And I can't do that if you decide to throw a tantrum and kick me out. Izzy's worried about you too and I can't fight with as much as I can when you're sick coz then it makes me feel like a bitch for fighting with a sick person."

"Alright fine, do we have a deal?"

"Yeah."

It was a weird place to have a truce, you know, shaking hands in someone's shower. But it would do for the both of them. If only because Ray was in his boxers, and water and silk don't mix.

To be continued

That was quite weird no? Ha-ha, hope you guys enjoyed chapter six. Thanks to all these reviewers of chapter 5: SaguaroCactus, LovinMunro95, Doubt But Never Regret, GrapeGal, lemonademouthluver, Lizzy Awkward Turtle, iStoleYourBlueMoonIceCream, airyfaerie99, Xbrowneyesx13 and ethereal nightmare

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Lavender