Thinking of an excuse... thinking of an excuse... I don't have one! Soooo sorry its been so long, life is CA-CRAZY as a college junior! But I have not forgotten about Rayella and you fabulous Lemonade Mouth fans, and I'm so excited to finish this mutha up! So on the last moments of the day to give thanks, I give you another continuation of Ray and Stella, BA couple for life! Review and enjoy:) You guys are so loyal!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT MY CREATED CHARACTERS AND IMAGINATION.
"My feet hurt." Mo whined as she trudged along the deserted road of Flagstaff.
"You've been saying that for the last hour." Wen glared. "We get it already!" He bellowed. Olivia slapped him in the arm.
"Don't yell at her, it's not going to help anything." She chided. The remaining members of the Lemonade gang lagged after walking miles from the school. Charlie's floppy hair was hanging tiredly in his face, Mo was hanging off of Scott's arm, and Olivia was carrying her shoes walking closely behind Wen. Saying Stella and Ray's last minute rendezvous left them in turmoil would be an understatement.
"I can't believe we let our phones die at the dance. Whose was supposed to have the bag of chargers?" Mo said. They all turned around to stare daggers at Charlie.
"This is not my fault!" He defended.
"How is this not your fault? You left the chargers at your house!" Scott said.
"You all should have learned by now not to leave me in charge of anything! You can only blame yourselves!" He pointed accusingly at the group. Olivia thought for a moment.
"He has a point." She said.
"Who cares what his point is! We are stranded walking on an empty road that resembles a scene from a slasher movie," Mo flailed her arms wide dramatically, "our phones are dead, we can't call our parents for a ride, and worst of all, I scuffed my new Jimmy Cho's!" She yelled her body jolting from anger; her ponytail waving the process.
"Well now that the Hindi volcano has exploded, does anyone have any suggestions for how to get us home?" Wen said. Just as he said this, they saw what looked like a pack of fireflies coming at them down the road, shining the first bit of light on the dark scene.
"Cars! We can hitch a ride! Hello! Over here! Stop!" Mo shouted and jumped up and down to flag their attention.
"Mo are you crazy?! You don't get in cars with completer strangers!" Scott said as he tried to hold her arms down.
"I will do just about anything so Baba doesn't kill me for missing curfew!" She exclaimed, breaking from his grasp and jump again. Suddenly all the lights stopped and pulled over. However, they weren't cars…
"You kids need a ride?" Came the voice from the tatted, buff, and bearded biker who was ahead of what was assumed a biker gang. He had on tinted dark shades, unnecessary for nighttime, a fringed leather jacket with an eagle on the back, and what they hoped, were assless chaps that had pants underneath.
"Um… nope we're good. Just taking a midnight stroll." Wen said as he gulped nervously.
"It's not safe for you kids to be walking out here by yourselves." The biker said, with surprising concern.
"And it's not safe for us to ride with possibly murderers." Whispered Charlie to Olivia.
"What'd you say boy?" The biker voice changed from concerned to dangerous. Charlie shuttered.
"Nothing, nothing at all your Scary-Bikerlyness." Charlie hid behind Olivia.
"Hey!" A yell came from one of the other bikers. "Aren't you those Lemonade kids?"
"Nice to see we have a wide range of fans!" Wen said with a strained smile.
"Give these kids a ride Snakefang, they're celebrities." The biker talked to the head biker.
"Snakefang?" Charlie chuckled. The biker glared at him. "I mean, it's a lovely name. Your mother must be proud." Mo rolled her eyes.
"Don't listen to him. We'd really appreciate a ride." She said.
"Um, Mo? Can we talk to you for a second?" Scott said to Mo with a smile to the gang. Scott gently pulled Mo by the arm as they huddled in a circle.
"Do you have a sick death wish?" Scott hissed.
"They don't seem that bad." Mo hissed back.
"Not that bad?" Charlie questioned. "Have you seen Sons of Anarchy? They look worse." He said.
"I'm with Charlie this is a bad idea." Wen agreed.
"Listen, my Baba's wrath is a whole lot worse if I miss curfew, and Scott your butt will be thrown out of my house faster than that African runner. So it's our relationship, or getting on one of those biker's Harley's." She gave an ultimatum. It was quiet for a minute.
"Scott!" Mo said slapping his arm.
"I was thinking!"
"Guys I'm really tired and want to go home. This is our only option, how bad could it be?" Olivia rationalized. They all turned around simultaneously and stared skeptically at the bikers.
"So what's it gonna be?" Asked Snakefang revving his engine. They each took a deep breath and prayed for their lives.
"Do you have enough helmets?" Asked Olivia.
"Ray we're going to wake up your parents!" Stella whispered as they exited the stalker van and ran cautiously around to the back of Ray's house.
"The woman sleeps with 'the sounds of the ocean' CD and my Dad snores like a bear in hibernation. Believe me, we will be fine." Ray whispered as they tried to avoid the security cameras.
"You people really do need to invest in golf carts to get around this multiplex." Stella commented as they had been running for only a few moments, but what felt like a mile. They were almost to the back door, when all of a sudden jets of water began to sprinkle rapidly.
"Oh crap, the sprinklers!" Ray yelled as Stella yelped as she was being pelted with water.
"Oh my God I can't move in this dress!" Stella yelled as she tried to follow Ray who was ahead of her darting the sprinklers. He ran back and picked her up bridal style as her heels dangled from her wrist as she laughed uncontrollably. Ray swung the back door open and they dripped water. Ray stood in the doorway of the hall with Stella in his arms that leads to the main staircase.
"Come on." Ray whispered as he took her by the hand as they tip toed up the stairs in the dark. However, it was pretty hard to do –as of course- the stairs just HAD to creak with every step.
"Geesh Yamada, are Godzilla? You're gonna wake my sister up! And if Kylie's up, we're dead." He said. Stella scoffed.
"Yeah, because the pool of water on the floor and wet steps aren't suspicious enough, but MY footsteps are a problem. Plus, your feet are bigger than mine!" She fiercely whispered.
"And don't you forget it." Ray winked as Stella rolled her eyes. When they made their way to the top, they turned right to go to Ray's bedroom. Fortunately his parents' room was to the left, and Kylie's room was 2 doors from Ray's; it was closed, so they assumed she was asleep.
"I think we made it." Ray said opening his door before a soft clearing of a throat was heard. They whipped their heads around to say Kylie standing in the middle of the hall- her arms folded authoritatively in her Disney princess night gown.
"What are you doing up munchkin?" Ray whispered annoyed.
"Watching you sneak your girlfriend into your room after curfew, and telling mom so that I stay her favorite." She said smartly. "Unless…" She said slyly.
"Okay, what do you want?" Ray gave in.
"Your secret stash of Aunt Carol's snicker doodles." She bargained. Ray sighed in defeat.
"Done. Now go to bed!"
"And free rides anywhere I want for a month." She added.
"No way! You're out of your mind!"
"Fine, then I'll just have a little talk with mom when she wakes up." She manipulated. The girl was good. Ray groaned.
"Fine. You're such a pain in the butt."
"I learn from the best." She said in sing song.
"Just keep your mouth shut and go to sleep!" Ray ordered as she skipped away happily. Stella shook her head.
"More and more like you every day."
"You're telling me. I'm gonna miss those snicker doodles." He pouted while she laughed as they entered his room. While Stella was in a tizzy to leave earlier that day, she didn't have the chance to appreciate that his room was indeed clean.
"Wow Beech, I must admit you clean a room well. Ever considered going into house cleaning after high school? I might need a maid for my mansion on the sea." She joked as she caught a towel that Ray had thrown her from his bathroom.
"Maid? Wouldn't you rather me be the pool boy? I could wear one of those speedos with a bow tie and bend over in front of you purposely so you can get a better view." Ray joked. He bent over sticking his butt out making a girly model pout. Stella couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh no, not with that face you won't be." She laughed as she dried her short hair and dabbed her body off over her dress.
"What'd you tell your mom anyway?" Ray asked as he moved toward his dresser drawer, looking for dry clothes.
"That I was sleeping over Mo's. Hopefully she doesn't go snooping, because if I told Mo that I was here right now, her cute little peanut head would explode." Stella emphasized making the motion that steam was coming out of her ears.
"That's Mo for you- over achieving and a spaztic." Stella would have laughed, but was currently, thanks to her teenage girl hormones, distracted by her boyfriend standing shirtless in front of her and the sweat pants he had changed into, hanging loosely from his hips. Parading his beautifully defined "V".
"Take a picture Yamada, it'll last longer." Ray smirked while Stella didn't realize she had been looking that long. She couldn't deny she was staring. He worked out in the gym every day for 3 hours, how can training like that go unappreciated? Although she wouldn't admit that to him; his enormous ego didn't need to grow any more.
"Please. All the times you stare at my butt, I'm the one who should feel violated." Stella remarked.
"It's not my fault you're hot." Ray said simply as rolled her eyes. "Besides, I'm the boyfriend I have a right to stare."
"Says who?" Stella challenged.
"It's in the Bible, look it up." Ray said as he fished in his dresser drawer and pulled out a blue, long-sleeved, button up shirt. He outstretched his arm with the shirt in hand. Stella walked closer to grab it.
"I figured you wanted to get out of that dress." Ray said. Stella took the shirt and smiled.
"You know this is my favorite shirt of yours." Ray faked an innocent look.
"Really? I didn't know." Stella rolled her eyes and went to his bathroom to change.
"Do you need shorts?" He asked. Stella turned around shyly.
"Actually…" She began and lifted up her dress to show the evidence which was gray and white shorts. Ray let out a laugh at her tomboyish behavior.
"I should've known." He shook his head as she closed the door to the bathroom. Ray threw on a white tank top, and saw that his phone was lighting up. He clicked on it to see an angry text from Scott.
You are SO DEAD BEECH! Sleep w/t one eye open. It's just plain cruel to make me endure what the hell just happened.
- Mohini'sMygurl3
Sry dude. The bros before hoes rule doesn't apply tonight. I don't think I'll be sleeping anyway. Hehe
- SexxibeastRayB
You're still with Stella? Her Dad is going to kill u!
-Mohini'sMygurl3
Not if he thinks Stella is at Mo's.
-SexxibeastRayB
A few moments went by, and Ray smirked at the response he received.
Lucky bastard.
-Mohini'sMygurl3
Jealousy isn't a good look for you Scott.
-SexxibeastRayB
Neither is a black eye which is exactly what Mo's dad is going to give me as soon as he finds out his little girl is arriving home with a chain gang.
-Mohini'sMygurl3
WAT?
-SexxibeastRayB
Don't ask.
-Mohini'sMygurl3
Ray was pulled out of his conversation by two slender arms wrapping around his stomach and lips kissing the bare skin of his back.
"Texting your other girlfriend?" Stella teased. Ray turned around in her arms so that he could wrap his arms around her waist as well, brushing hair out of her face.
"Yeah, she's coming over tomorrow night." Ray teased back. Stella smiled softly.
"As long as I get you tonight." She said. She kissed his lips softly and walked out of his arms to sit on the edge of his bed. This gave Ray a better look at how she looked in his oversized button up and small shorts.
"See, I like this shirt WAY better on you." He smirked, as the shirt looked like it was going to swallow her whole, but left room to outline her small curves.
"Show me just how much." Stella said coyly, surprising herself with her boldness. After a night full of self-conscious nerves, she was happy to see she was going back to her old self. Ray walked over and hovered over her, his hands on both sides of her hips and kissed her roughly as she pulled him closer by his tank. The two former enemies(well, sometimes enemies) were totally engrossed in one another as his dark bedroom was only lit by the moonlight coming from his window, and the blinking of his phone; he and Scott's conversation completely forgotten. Although Ray felt like he could stay in that position all night, he pulled back before he forgot his true intention for bringing her back to his house.
"Mmm, Stel I have something to show you." Ray said pulling back reluctantly. However, Stella wasn't in the mood to stop and pulled him back by his shoulders aggressively as he clumsily toppled on her. Ray had to chuckle at her forcefulness as they continued to kiss and Stella's sleek fingers ran over his toned abs under his tank.
"Stella seriously, you gotta-"Ray tried to protest as her lips moved to his neck and her bare leg rubbed tenderly against his, creating a sensation he didn't want to move away from. It was only when they were scooting back more on the bed Stella accidentally sat on a wire hanger.
"Ow!" She griped as she tenderly rubbed the pain in her thigh. Ray took this as his opportunity to escape her arms and regain his self-control. Stella gave a look of distain as she sat up on her elbows seeing him standing before her.
"I told you I have something to show you. Now come on horn ball." He grinned. She rolled her eyes and got off the bed.
"You're such a brat." She said in complete annoyance as she followed Ray to his now opened window.
"Stop complaining and come on." Ray stepped outside the window and onto the roof where he spread his comforter that he grabbed on the tile roof. Stella followed his lead and tossed some of his pillows outside and gave him another blanket. She then stepped into the open air to see the beautiful view of the half-quarter moon.
"No way." Stella commented as she carefully took a seat next to Ray as he spread the other blanket over top of them.
"Nice right? Now you see why I picked this room." Stella snuggled closer to him, her head on his chest and he ran his fingers through her silky hair. The cool air was chilling her feet as she rubbed them against Ray's.
It was just lying there together, completely free of judgment and worries, that made her really think that all her talk about them being fine without one another during the summer was a bunch of bull. Stella Yamada was a lot of talk when it came to Ray Beech; a lot of talk about how they were independent from each other, and how they didn't need mushy moments to satisfy their relationship. But she looked at the situation now, sitting on the roof of his house looking at the stars (or the airplane lights, really she couldn't tell) snuggling- how much mushier can a moment get? And independent? If she was to be realistic, her and Ray hadn't gone without talking or seeing one another more than once since they had officially came out as a couple. And that was only because he caught the Swine flu and was severely contagious. And when they weren't bickering, they were constantly kissing, hugging, and touching one another someway, somehow. No one else knew, but during 3rd period, Ray and Stella held hands underneath the table. When they weren't at their band practices, they were together. When either one of them had to babysit, the other would be there to help. It was as if the two were conjoined at the hip, and the sad part was, neither one of them realized it until that very starry evening. Which is why our punk-rebel, supposedly "independent" Stella, came to a terrifying conclusion: they were a "couple" couple, and there was no denying it. The funny part? She was just fine with that.
"So, any special requests to what you want me to bring you from England? Maybe some cooler band mates?" He joked.
"No, a cooler boyfriend will suffice." Stella remarked.
"Ouch! Break my heart Yamada." Ray fiend pain with sarcasm. Stella sat up so that she could see Ray's face that was only outlined by the sky and the shining street lights.
"Just don't break mine while you're gone or I'm going to break every bone in that tan little body of yours." She jokingly threatened, but Ray knew what his emotion-avoiding girlfriend was trying to get at.
"As long as you promise not to do the same thing."
"Break the heart of the all mighty dictator of Mesa High Ray Beech? I thought cyborgs didn't have hearts." She teased as he playfully pushed her off of him. They both lay on their backs quiet for a minute not sure of what to say.
"I'm gonna miss you kid." Ray spoke softly without even looking at her. Stella grinned at his nickname.
"I'm gonna miss you too."
*Ding Dong*
Mr. Banjaree flung his door open and scowled.
"Mohini, where have you been?! It is fifteen past midnight and you were to be home at 11:30!"
"I know Baba, but we had some complications-" She tried to explain.
"Complications? What kind of compications could you possibly have to delay you?" He fumed. Mo rubbed her forearm and turned her head to nod behind her. He looked, and the entire biker gang and her friends waved.
"Hello Mr. Banjaree! I'm sorry for the delay, we made some new friends!" Scott tried to yell over the motorcycle engines. Mr. Banjaree had to do a double take to believe his eyes.
"You have a lovely daughter, real ballbuster that one!" Snakefang said as Scott's eyes bugged out.
"He didn't mean it that way! He meant-" Scott tried to cover but they suddenly took off and Mo was left with her angry and bewildered father.
"Baba" she began to beg, plead, and try to explain. But he closed his eyes and put a hand up to stop her from talking.
"You know what Mohini? I don't even want to know. Just go to bed." He said. She snuck past him and ran up the stairs. Mr. Banjaree looked up to the sky and shook his head.
"Why couldn't you bless me with a daughter who was just happy with staying home and studying?"
Hehe, sorry Mr. Banjaree, your'e stuck with Mo and her band of misfits! Can't wait to give chapter 8, don't worry it will be SUPER SOON, but when you come down from the Thanksgiving turkey and stuffing, please leave me a REVIEW and let me know what you think! Love you guys!
Peace, Love, and Ray Beech,
Allure xoxo