OLIVIAS PROV;

My eyes fluttered open. I felt butterflies in my stomach that I had no excuse for, no reason for. I was happy and it was because of the body that lay beside me.

Wens broad naked chest exhaled up and down, his breath a slight snore as he dwelled in whatever dream he was having. I couldn't help but smile, and peak under the sheets. Just what I thought. We were both completely naked.

….

FLASBACK

Once we got back to the hotel I instantly bolted for my room, having no need to talk to anyone. The results of the interview were leaving me confused and a little bit hurt. The one question kept repeating through my head; Does Wen feel the same way I do?

I couldn't help but let a few tears escape as I lay on my bed. I feel like I try so hard to make Wen happy, make everyone happy. But why don't I feel the same? All I want to do is be with Wen, write songs and change the world with my band, but with all these dramas and complications unfolding I just don't know if it's worth it anymore.

My thoughts were interrupted when Stella sent me a text with a link for some gossip blog. Clicking on it I barely had any reaction when I saw the article.

Bittersweet Lemonade.

I'm sure everyone was excited to see hit sensation Lemonade on our favourite interview show TeenTv just moments ago. The band (Mohini Banjeer, Stella Yamada, Charlie Delgado, Wen Gifford, Olivia White and Scott Pickett) have just released two new singles, and are scheduled for a U.S tour in just over a month. It seems life couldn't be better for them, but is this fame and fortune adding to the stress of having such a hectic career?

During the interview the tension was pretty obvious between the band mates. And what we find strange is that when asked about everyone's relationship life, it seems no one had anything good to say. Of course rumours have been spreading on whether bassist (Mo) and guitarist (Scott) are a couple, which we believed to be confirmed after the embarrassing interview on Moxie. However Mohini seemed somewhat uninterested in whether this statement is true or not and instead ended up commenting on Scott's mascara. And we can't help but wonder, could the smoking celebrity be, dare I say it, GAY? Or another theory; are the two just simply sleeping with each other? (Vote below). Well we can't say we'd be surprised Mohini seems to come off as 'that type of girl'. Let's just hope daddy isn't too disappointed especially considering something else may be going on between Mo and drummer Charlie. Do I sense love triangle?

But besides this I'm sure everyone is dying to hear the result of our favourite muso couple; Wenlivia. Or maybe not? Was it just me or is their trouble in paradise. Though Olivia was sticking up for their relationship, it was Wen who was bringing it down, and baby we mean down in the dirt down. We women are not stupid Wen, we can read between the lines; "…not all relationships are going to work out…" normally translates to "…our relationship is not going to work out. Like ever." sorry Olivia darling but it's true. Maybe if you quit the church choir and gave the boy what he really wants he wouldn't be (obviously) sexually frustrated. But that's silly old me (world famous doctor/relationship counsellor/love guru) word. I'm sure everything in Lemonade Mouth is as sweet as it is sour…?

I took a deep breath. My eyes seem to drift over everything except one line that kept repeating through my head, screaming at me; "Maybe if you quit the church choir and gave the boy what he really wants".

I looked up and it was like everything began to fade. Turning towards the mirror I almost screamed. I looked hot. I looked downright sexy. I'm going to prove to Wen exactly how sexy I am because the article is right; it's time to quit the church choir Olivia White.

…..

It took only three hard bangs on the door before Wen opened it. I didn't give him time to react. I attacked.

I heard the door slam as I pushed him against the wall, my lips in tacked with his as I did so. I barely had time to consider that this was our first kiss before I removed half of our clothes. I was surprised that I wasn't freaking out; I think if Wen wasn't hesitating or holding back I definitely would have.

I moved Wen to the bed, and it took a slight moan from me to wake him up. He reacted instantly, shoving me off him, and bolting to the other side of the room as if creating as much distance from me as possible.

Here it is, I thought, he doesn't want me.

"Olivia, you know I-I care about you it's just I really can't do this" he refused to look me in the eye, as if he were ashamed.

"But I don't understand, I thought you wanted me?" Don't cry.

"It's just, you're not this type of girl, this isn't you"

"And what's wrong with that? Maybe this is who I am, maybe I've just been refusing to let it out because when I look at you Wen I just want you so bad, but I've been too afraid because I feel like you never want me." Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. "Is that it Wen? Do you not want me?" quit the church choir. "Because I want you" I unzip my dress and let it full to the ground, I'm thankful for the heat that spreads over Wens face and the slight bulge in his pants. This influences a beam of pride and confidence.

I move closer to him. "I know you want me Wen."

I kiss his neck. "Just say you want me."

I kiss his mouth. He whispers; "I want you."

….

MO'S PROV

Knock knock knock…

"Mhmm, Scott get the door." I said keeping my eyes closed.

"You get it. I'm tired"

"Funny considering I did all the work last night"

"Ha. Ha."

I sighed knowing Scott was not going to budge. I quickly pulled one of his shirts over myself and went to the door, which someone was still knocking on. I opened the door wide thinking it would be Stella, but to my surprise it was Scott's father.

Dam! Why does this keep happening?

"Mr Scott…uh?" We must have been both blushing furiously. I couldn't believe Scott's father was here and I was in nothing but an over-sized shirt that just reached mid-thigh. By the look on his face he was another one unaware of Scott and I 'activities'.

"Mo, it's uh, it ga-good to see you."

"Yeah you to. Scott didn't tell me you were coming through today."

"I'm sure he had other things on his mind" his blushed deepened "Uh that's not what I meant." He replied quickly.

"No its fine, um we were just, uh…"

"Mo?" I turned towards Scott standing outside our bedroom door and practically sighed with relief.

"Scott, great your fathers here, so I'm going to go and um change. I'll leave you two to catch up. Bye!" I said then bolted for the bedroom.

Once I shut the door I immediately took a deep breath to calm myself down. I could feel guilt bulding up in my stomach, having Scott's father thinking differently of me was not something that set well.

My phone buzzed interrupting my thoughts. I walked to the bed side table and picked it up. I halted when I noticed the screen was still frozen on the article from yesterday.

"Mo does come off as 'that type of girl'…"

When I had first read this I thought I was going to explode. Some stupid article was basically saying that I was some cheap slut which I was not. Even worse it made it seem like I am sleeping with both Charlie and Scott. Speaking of Scott he hadn't exactly been happy about the gay comment but he had put it aside to consult me instead.

My band mates had been surprised when they found out Scott and I are having sex, even Scott's father did a double take. I just can't help wondering if I'm giving off wrong impressions? Since I joined the band I just wanted to have fun, playing music. But there was also an obligation to be good role models to all my fans, all the screaming little girls that admired me. I just hope that they didn't take this article to heart. Not like I did.

I wiped a few tears and then deleted the article from my phone. Taking another deep breath I checked the message I just received. I gulped when I read the screen;

One new message from Baba.

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STELLA'S PROV

"Wakey wakey sleepy head"

"Mmm morning Cassie" I replied opening my eyes, a huge smile lighting up my face. "it's good waking up to a beautiful sight."

"Well thank me, I got up half an hour ago and re did my makeup" I laughed a shook my head. "I also made you breakfast in bed" she pulled a tray from behind her back, which I noticed was almost over flowing with pancakes, toast, bacon, eggs, orange juice…

"Aw you didn't have to do that" I said happily.

"Yes I did. Your tummy was rumbling while you were asleep." We both laughed and I couldn't help thinking how nice it felt. I could do this every morning.

"So you eat up, I have to get ready to go to work" she said handing me the tray.

"Work? Really?" I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice.

"Yes work, though I would love to stay here with you all day, duty calls. Besides one of your band mates or crazy fans is bound to come through here soon."

"Ah those things, I kind of forgot about them." I replied honestly.

"Well I don't think they'd be very happy to hear that. Besides it sounds like they'd need you right now, especially after reading that article" she said carefully while rubbing my leg gently.

"Ugh the article, don't remind me" I replied grumpily, while chewing furiously on some bacon. "By the way thanks for coming to stay with me, I really appreciate it." I added more softly.

She smiled sincerely; "Don't be silly, you can call me anytime" I smiled back, grateful to have her here. "Look…" she said "I know we only just met, but I feel like I have a real connection with you, and if you wanted to, I would love to be exclusive."

The bacon in my mouth nearly fell out. Exclusive? That word was a word I had been avoiding for a very long time. Exclusive meant not dating other people. It meant doing really couple things in public. It meant telling my friends…telling the world.

I know I normally don't care what other people think but my sexuality had always been something private and special to me. I just don't know if I'm ready for people to know yet.

She must have noticed my hesitation because she added; "Look I don't want to add pressure on you or anything, so just think about it please. I would really like this to work."

She kissed my cheek and then left.

I didn't have the appetite to finish the rest of my breakfast.

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SCOTTS PROV

"It's really busy down here."

I looked around after hearing my dad's words. We were sitting on a secluded bench in a park near the hotel, yet it still couldn't block out the passing traffic or the endless chit chat revolving around us.

"It's not too bad, you should have seen Tokyo." I said picturing the bright lights and the millions of people.

"Yeah" was all my dad said.

"So anyway, you wanted to talk and I did leave my beautiful girlfriend for you" I said smirking to which my dad chuckled at.

"Yeah about you and Mo..."

"Here we go" I said laughing softly.

"Look I know your mom was the one to give you these talks, but I just want to tell you tobesafe" He whispered the last part so I couldn't understand what he said.

"What?"

"You know useprotection"

"What?"

"USE A CONDOM!"

I started laughing hysterically. "Oh my god dad, there's children here" I said and continued to laugh. When I was out of breath I looked at him and could just see the evidence of a blush leaving his face.

"Okay okay, I just I know you and Mo are serious, and don't get me wrong I love the girl, but I don't want another one of her popping out just right now."

"Don't worry dad, we're being safe" I reassured him "And anyway it would totally be a boy" I ended smirking.

"Yeah can we stop talking about this please" he said blushing again.

"Whatever you say dad" I smirked.

"Besides I came here to talk about something else." He pulled out something from his pocket and dropped it on the table in front of me.

"This is my new medication" I said knowingly.

"Doctor Hamilton said this is the best you're going to get until he sees you next, and that will be when you run out of these."

"But there's only like thirty in here, and I'm supposed to take one a day" I said angrily.

"That's right. I know you said you wanted more time, but thirty days is all you're going to get."

"So what, in thirty days I'm supposed to drop everything and go back home." I asked with a scowl.

"No" he said "In thirty days you're supposed to drop everything and go get a check-up. I told you before Scott and I'll tell you again; you could die."

I shook my head and refused to look at him, I could just picture the disappointment illuminating his face. He just doesn't understand.

"Dad I have to be here, in thirty days I'm going on tour."

"About that, these pills decrease your performance-"

"What?"

"But they are making you better-"

"I can't believe this" I said angrily "I'm not taking them."

"Scott…"

"No dad, I need to be at my best right now, for me and for the band"

"The band will understand"

"Yeah but the world won't." I almost shouted.

"Scott you could die" he said looking at me seriously. I help his gaze for a few seconds before replying;

"I will not take these pills, and I will not go back home. Not now. Not when I have the band, fans, a career, Mo…" I started to get up "So you can take these pills and you can leave, because nothing you say or do is going to change my mind." I turned and began walking away.

"Oh yeah? How about this…" he called out after me "How's Mo going to feel?"

….

MOS PROV

I knocked lightly on my parent's hotel door. Truth be told I was hoping they wouldn't hear, that way I can easily walk away and say I tried.

The door opened lightly. No luck.

"Mohini?"

"Hi Baba" I hesitated.

He didn't bother saying anything so I said; "Can we talk?"

His only reply was opening the door further so I could come in. I looked around and noticed how traditional the room looked. I smiled. Baba had hung pictures of mom, him and myself, delicate Indian sheeting's and cloths were strung around the room, and the thick smell of curry was making my tummy rumble.

"Mama not in?"

"No. She is shopping; she loves the city, I'm still trying to figure out why."

"You don't like it?" I asked.

"No. It's too…American. Nothing here means anything." He replied sitting down on one of the sofas.

"Sure it does. There's the empire state building which is one of New York's most prestigious sights, it attracts over four million tourist a year and-"

"Mono" my father said interrupting me "I assume the empire state building is not what you wanted to talk about"

"Right" I said "Um…you said you and mama are going back home and I just wanted to know why?"

He looked at me carefully for a few seconds before saying; "Because you don't need us."

I gasped. I was not expecting him to say this; I was expecting him to say that he's disappointed in me or that he can't take the travelling. But not this.

"I don't understand, of course I need you" I replied.

"No Mohini, you don't. I don't think you ever have. You're a big girl, beautiful, independent, intelligent, and more mature then a lot of teenagers your age. And I'm sorry that I didn't realise that until now."

"Baba…"

"Mono, you have always been my greatest treasure, and I never really gave you the space you need."

"Baba" I said "I don't want to be alone."

"You won't be, you have your band, your success and Scott."

"About Scott I-"

"I want you to be happy Mono, and I can see that he does make you happy. And I'm sorry for not giving him a chance." He was no longer looking at me, but at the ground "I understand why you didn't tell your mother and me about him, that you would rather have kept your relationship a secret."

"It's not that Baba. It's just" tears were now freely falling down my eyes "I just didn't want you to be in any way disappointed in me"

"Mohini, I could never be disappointed in you, I'm proud of you" I smiled through my tears "But I don't want you to hide things from me ever again okay?" he asked.

"Okay Baba. Okay." I said as I got up to give him a hug. "I'm just; I'm really going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too Mono, more than you know. But I know you will be happy and safe, you're my good girl."

I teared up even more. I always complained how my parents were so annoying and to over protective but I never really took the time to realise how much I love them. You're my good girl. Am I? What would my father say if he knew all the things I've done, the one thing continuously probing through my mind; Ray.

"Baba…" I said as let him go "What happens when you keep a secret?"

"The guilt Mono…" he said looking straight into my eyes, as if he were reading them "It kills you."

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WENS PROV

I looked at my phone for the hundredth time. She still hadn't called ore texted and I didn't have the guts to call or txt her. She would know, she would sense it, she knew me better than anyone of course she would. It made me laugh sometimes how easily she could read me. She knows when I'm jealous, angry or guilty even horny.

We just connect and even though she makes me annoyed, angry or frustrated, she also makes me happy.

My phone buzzed for the zillionth time but instead of 'her' it was Olivia.

There was a time when I though Olivia and I could have been something, and I admit I probably have led her on, I just can't find a way to tell her that there's someone else. And I know I've made it worse by sleeping with her, hell even taking her virginity. But, the heart wants what the heart wants. And truth be told, Olivia deserves better.

My phone buzzed again and this time it was 'her'. I looked at it for a few seconds wondering if I should answer it or not. I know if I did she would not be happy, I always answer her. But this time I pushed ignore.

This time I call Olivia.