Lemonade Mouth
TLC
Chaptered
Written by Lavender
Not owning Lemonade Mouth. If I did, Rayella would be canon.
(^^)
"My sister's a brat."
"You obviously haven't met my brothers," Stella stated as she packed the board-game away into Ray's desk. "How bad could they be?" Ray asked, propping his elbows onto the pillows behind him so that he was sitting up. "Andy calls my dad with a mace. Timmy calls the police with tasers."
"Charming," he said dryly a smirk playing at his lips.
Stella sniggered. "You should've seen what they did to Wen and Charlie. They were hanging from a tree for three hours."
"Not exactly something you should say to the rival band's front-man." She raised a brow. "Even if he's suffering from Chicken Pox and is being babysat by someone his age?" Ray's brow twitched. "You wouldn't." Stella pretended to look thoughtful. "I would, but I value the hundred and fifty bucks left over from my guitar and new amp."
He rested his head against the pillows, a hand tucking itself behind his head. "How long does this whole Chicken Pox thing last again?"
"Getting tired of lying around?"
"And the ointment, I don't care if it helps, I smell disgusting."
"I can't disagree," Stella stated, leaning against Ray's desk and picking up a random book sitting atop it. "Hey Ray, you speak French?" He balanced his head on his hand and looked to where she stood, waving the French textbook at him. "Oui, ma mère prétérite nous apprendre," he responded calmly in a perfect accent. She raised a brow at him and deadpanned, "Can I get that in American?"
"My mom made us learn, she said something about being a 'man of the world' or something like that," Ray answered with a shrug as he lay back flat to stare at the ceiling.
"Huh," Stella acknowledged with a shrug of her own as she placed the French textbook atop a pile of other textbooks. "Hey are you a clean freak or something?" Despite taking up temporary residence at the Beech household for the past five days, she found none of the usual organized chaos that was present in her own home. Though to be fair, the Beech household lacked her brothers who collected old engine parts for their new toys.
"Aunt Claire's been here and you've seen how she is about cleansing," Ray claimed making a face. "Speaking of your Aunt Claire," Stella began already leaving the room. "Hey! Where're you going?" He demanded making her laugh from her position in the hallway.
"Calm down, I'll be right back."
Ray sat up again, staring at the door curiously as Stella re-entered carrying a thick, leather bound book.
"What -" His question died on his lips as he recognized the front cover of said book, well actually, an album. The front cover had a picture of a blonde, fair, chubby baby sitting in a sand-box in his diaper, overlapping the picture at the bottom was an image of the same blonde wearing the royal blue Mesa High soccer jacket, above both pictures was a loopy cursive writing with the words: RAYMOND BEECH, THE ADORABLE.
"Where'd you get that?" Ray demanded as Stella took a seat at the foot of his bed, holding the book up for him to see. "Your mom," she answered calmly as if he's growingly red face was something normal.
"Damn that woman sometimes," he muttered. "Give me the album Stella."
She furrowed her brow. "But I wanna see it."
"Stella, give me the album."
"Aw come on, it's just an album."
"Yamada, give me the fucking album."
"Beech; it's not gonna happen. I want to see it."
"It isn't yours to see."
"Well it's in my hands, not yours," she retorted as she stood from the bed, getting Ray to practically leap out of his cocoon of blankets and grasp the other end of the leather bound album. "Is it?" Stella glared. "Ray, come on!"
"Let go Yamada, it's mine!"
"But I wanna see it!"
"For the love of – would you just give me the album?"
"Only if you let me see it," she stated eliciting a sneer from the blonde. "No deal, let go of the album before I break your hands."
"Hah!" Stella scoffed.
"Just let go of it!"
"Beech I wanna -"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"Would you two just SHUT UP?" Both teenagers turned to the sound of Izzy's irritated voice. The eight year old was standing at Ray's door, her one hand holding her mahogany violin while the other held her bow, her brow furrowed and her lower lip caught in between her teeth as her bright blue eyes glared at them furiously. "I'm trying to practice. I have a recital tomorrow afternoon and I need to get ready!"
"Tell her to give me back the album," Ray ordered, pointing an accusing finger at Stella who scoffed in response. "If I won't listen to you, what makes you think I'll listen to your kid sister?"
"Coz you like her more than me."
"What makes you think I like her more than you?" she asked almost incredulously as she pulled at the book, he pulled it towards himself and answered, "You hate me remember?"
"I don't hate you Ray."
"Funny because the last time I checked spitting lemonade at someone clearly states that you don't like them."
"That was practically a year ago Ray! And besides, there's a difference between hating someone and disliking them," Stella retorted getting Ray to roll his eyes. "So you dislike me." She pulled the album towards herself. "I don't hate you and I don't dislike you, if I did I wouldn't have gotten in the shower with you!"
"You two showered together?" Izzy asked; her brow arched in curiosity, her eyes glittering in amusement.
"Oh so you're just being nice?"
"Yes!"
"So you do hate me!"
"What the hell Beech!" She claimed angrily. "You just make me wanna -" Stella made a face as if she was fighting violently with someone and Ray glared but didn't reply. "Ray I told you: I DON'T dislike you and I DON'T hate you. In fact I do like you!" Seeing his mouth open to respond, she cut him off quickly, "And don't mention my spit-take again or I will hit you over the head with this!"
"Seriously bro," Izzy interjected, "you're showing signs of being totally whipped and as far as I know you two haven't even kissed yet!"
"Shut it," both rockers ordered, quickly turning back to glare at each other. The red head snorted. "Okay fine, argue like a married couple. But interrupt my practice again and I'm seriously calling the cops." She proceeded to twirl into the hallway though her departure nor or arrival was ever noticed between the two teenagers.
"Ray, come on, it's just an album." He only glared, his face still as red as the blemishes that faintly marred it. "Ray, I'll make a deal with you," Stella began, obviously realizing that taxing the blonde further could prove to only make him sicker and reroute his recovery. "If you let me see it, I'll give you the album and I won't touch it again. It's called a compromise."
"What makes you think I trust you?"
"Well you should," Stella claimed, gently pushing him back to his previous position under his mass of blankets. He gave her a curious look, his brow furrowed. At his questionable look, she fluffed up the pillow beneath him and arranged the blankets around him. "If you didn't and you were right to, I would've let Patty over here yesterday afternoon."
"What?"
"Somehow she found out about me helping you, and she followed me over here."
"You didn't tell her that you were babysitting me did you?"
"Of course not; though I'd love to spread that rumour around, I'd have to explain why I'm still around if I already got paid." Ray simply stared at her as she made her way towards his bedroom door. "Get some rest Ray."
"Please tell me you aren't going to treat me like mom and Aunt Claire."
"Shut up and go to sleep," Stella said turning around to grab the doorknob to close the door. "And this?" He picked up the album that she abandoned atop his bed and waved it at her. "I thought we had a compromise?"
"We'll look through it later. I still have to cook dinner."
"Pizza delivery by Dante's," Ray said dryly making Stella glare. "I can do more than order pizza."
"Whatever you're going to do, don't poison any of us."
To be continued
So that's chapter 8, hope you guys enjoyed! Btw, my French is bad. Seriously bad and don't get me started on how incorrect my verbs are...hopefully those of you who know French are willing to overlook my stupidity on the language.
Here's to my amazing reviewers:
JuliLuvsEliGold: Sorry about that, I don't know how to make it easier to read the texts mainly because I want it to remain constant throughout the story…I'll try and make it more obvious.
SaguaroCactus: Yeah…I've got an older brother and younger sister (middle kid…sigh…)…
Jasper Hale's Girl: Well I'm glad you changed your mind about it, thanks! Eh…we'll see at the end of this little story then won't we?
Kept on laughing: Aw thanks
When I Make It Shine: Glad you liked it
Lizzy Awkward Turtle: I know I did -_-" My friends have poker faces…
Xbrowneyesx13: Haha, I'm glad you like Izzy
Everybodyelse07: Ah…er…yeah, that's the thing. I can't write nor can I speak Tagalog…I'm glad you liked the chapter though hehe…
Airyfaerie99: Aww twins! Haha my sister still thinks boys have some sort of disease. She won't go near a boy and if they try, she'll tell them that she'll give them cooties so for their own good, they should leave her alone XD What's their names?
Princesakarlita411: Them kissing isn't actually planned…mmm I'll see if I can add it on…
Lemonademouthluver: They would've. Damn siblings XD
A super sorry to , for some reason your name disappeared off my reviewers list in the previous chapter. I'm really sorry about that! Also, I'm going back to school tomorrow (stupid school governing body BLARGGGGHHHH) so tomorrow's update may come pretty late…I'll try and get it out as soon as I get back from school. As for the rest of the updates following Friday, I'll hand it over during the weekend. I'm so close to finishing that I'm actually panicking!
Lavender