OLIVIAS POV

"Would you like to order miss?"

"No, not yet sorry, but in a few minutes when my uh…colleague gets here."

"Very well miss."

I smiles slightly and tried to swallow the awkwardness that I knew was building up by being alone in a restaurant for what's felt like half an hour. Come one Wen. Where are you? It was bad enough waking up this morning seeing Wen panic and then leaves with no explanation. I couldn't help but let the insecurities I've felt for seventeen years sink in. Am I not good enough? Was last night not good enough?

"Hey I'm so sorry I'm late, I got held up in traffic." Wen sat down, his cheeks a red, pink shade as he avoided eye contact with me. I wanted to remind him that this place is merely a ten minute walk from the hotel, a fifteen minute walk from anywhere in this area. But I didn't.

"On no its fine, I just got here like five minutes ago." Wen smiled and breathed a sigh of relief "So anyway you said you wanted to talk?"

"Yes well um I just wanted to say that um?" he looked so confused, his face so consumed in what looked like guilt that the impulse to protect his feelings as well as mine beat out of me.

"If this is about last night then I totally take the blame, I mean I was not acting like myself and all the emotions of the day, the interview and the article was really building up and I just needed to let them out and OHMIGOD I don't mean that in an 'I'm using you way' because of course I like you, I mean I'm practically in love with you and-"

"You're practically in love with me?" I stopped. I did not just tell him that.

"Well yeah I mean we've become close these past few months, haven't we?" My cheeks were probably brighter than Wens hair.

I avoided looking into his eyes but the impulse to do so was killing me. Expecting to see pity or unease I was completely surprised when I saw the sincerity in Wens gaze. I melted.

"Well I practically love you to Olivia…" I smiled "But I feel like we work so great as friends and don't get me wrong last night was amazing and I know it was your first time which is surprising considering your beautiful and could get any guy you want-"

"Wen. Your babbling." I said giggling slightly realising he was complimenting me, which is exactly what I need.

"What can I say you make me nervous" I stared straight into his eyes.

"You make me nervous to." We were both gazing at each other. Seconds past, minutes too. It was like I was being held into a trance, luckily Wen broke away first.

"But what I was saying before is that I think that we should be friends, but just for now, just to clear our heads and to deal with everything, then if something evolves, maybe we could give it a shot. No. Definitely give it a shot because I am willing to stop everything and be with you Olivia, if you'd wait for me that is?" Wen bit his lip, anticipating what I was going to say next. Truth be told I didn't exactly know. Minus the waiting and the friend's part, I have been waiting for Wen to say this to me since we first met. But he just seems so lost and so confused that I don't know if this was really what he wants. He put his hand gently over mine, making me skin tingle in sensation and remembrance. The thought of Wens hands roaming all over my body was enough to consume me.

Looking into his deep dark eyes however, I knew my decision.

"Yes. I'll wait for you."

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STELLAS POV

I had finally gotten out of bed and was making my way over to have a talk with Mo. She is one of my best friends, along with Olivia of course, and is well known as the level-head of the group where as I am the lemon-head. You could say we balance each other out.

Mo understands me, well tries her hardest too. So I know she will try to understand my circumstances regarding me sexuality. She will know what to do.

"I know." I jumped and turned around to see Charlie coming around a corner, leering at me.

"Jesus Christ Charlie you scared the lemons out of me!" He simply shrugged whilst I tried to maintain my breathing.

"You're a bit jumpy" he said, staring at me intensely.

"You're a bit creepy. What the hell are you doing anyway?" I asked judgementally.

He shrugged again.

"Uh whatever I talk to you later!" I said and began to turn around however a strong hand wrapped around my wrist forcing me to stay where I was.

"Hey!" I yelled and tried to back away from Charlie. "What the hell are you doing!"

"Oh just trying to prove a point" he said wistfully.

"Oh yeah and what point might that be, that you could past as a woman assaulter right now!" I practically yelled at him. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

He looked at me accusingly. "What the hell has gotten into me? What the hell has gotten into you!"

"What are you even talking about!"

"I'm talking about the fact that you're a freaking lesbian Stella Yamada, and it's fucking disgusting!" I paused and just simply stared at him.

"I don't know what you-"

"Oh cut the crap I know about your little play dates with the chick you met that night at the club."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Charlie knew I was a lesbian, yet he wasn't being the friend I was expecting him to be. I couldn't help thinking; Were they all going to be like this?

"You can't tell anyone Charlie. I'm not ready yet." I said carefully, on the verge of tears. Everything I felt like I had tried so hard to protect was coming out, and I didn't know how to stop it.

"Well I'm going to tell people alright. Tell them all about your sick little secret. But first-"He stopped and came towards me. I didn't know what to do so I stood there anticipating what was going to happen next.

What he did however completely surprised me.

He kissed me.

I heard a gasp.

If I had paused to take in my surroundings I would have noticed that we're directly in front of Mo's room.

And that the door is open.

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MO'S POV

Scott still hadn't gotten back from this morning. I lounged around for the rest of the day, hoping things with his dad went as smoothly as mine did with my father. But by six fifteen my patience had run dry. So I gathered my necessaries and got up to go look for him.

Opening the door, I almost fainted.

Standing there kissing was Stella and Charlie. My band mates. Stella Yamada; lead guitarist and Charlie Delgado; drums. KISSING! If I haven't mentioned that already.

They must have heard me gasp because they turned around instantly to look at me. Surprise was more evident on Stella's face than it was with mine. Charlie seemed to be the most serene as he was just standing there smiling.

"Oh Mo sorry Stella and I were just well, it's kind of obvious what we were doing" I just stood there, still starring. "Well we were going to wait to tell everyone but what the hell! Stella and I are dating." Another gasp escaped my mouth. Dating. What! No they could not be dating I mean Charlie likes me. Wait I did not just think that.

I turned my attention from Charlie to look at Stella. She simply stood there, probably still in shock from me walking in on them. Charlie whispered something in her ear and she let out a high pitch giggle and plastered a huge smile on her face. I don't know why, but I felt something odd; jealousy.

"Yeah that's right Charlie and I are dating. Yep dating. Date date date date dating!" I kept my gaze on Stella as she started doing a weird hand jive. After that it was an awkward silence. Realising that no one was going to say something, me being the ice-breaker I am spoke up;

"How did this happen?" Great Mo, way to make them feel good about their relationship.

Stella spoke before Charlie; "I don't know it kind of just happened, kind of like I was forced into it or something." I just nodded, not having come back down to earth yet.

Charlie started laughing "What she means by that is that everyone else in the band has someone so I guess all the alone practices we've had have sort of just pushed us together."

"Right" I said starring at the arm Charlie has placed around Stella's waist. I moved my gaze to his face to see that he was smirking at me, challenging me, to what reason I had no idea of. It was almost like he was reading my mind, like he knew this was getting to me.

But I mean of course it wasn't getting to me. Not at all. Nada.

"That's great" I said, my smile probably wider than Stella's.

"What's great?" I turned to my left and found Scott walking up to us. Scott. My Scott.

"Stella and I are dating" Charlie spoke up looking at Scott sternly.

"That is great." Scott said, coming up and wrapping an arm around me. Now it was Charlie's turn to stare.

I smiled up at Scott, happy to see him. He turned down to look at me and I got the feeling that I always felt when I was with him. The feeling that the world has stopped and it's just the two of us. Starring into his deep grey, blue eyes I knew that no one else would ever make me feel like this.

I forced my attention back on Charlie and Stella. "I'm truly happy for you guys."

They both gave me a smile, I gave one back. I couldn't decide who's was more fake.

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SCOTTS POV

"Well that was awkward" I let out as Mo and I settled on the couch.

"Yeah weird" was as all she replied.

I turned to look at her; "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine it's just-I um- my parents are leaving" I paused, I was not expecting this, I never would have thought in a million years that her over protective father would become well…normal. I shook out of my thoughts and brought my attention back to Mo, whom was looking so fragile. I had an impulse to comfort her, so I did. She immediately leant into my embrace.

"Everything's going to be okay Mo" I said whilst rubbing her shoulders gently.

"I know. Everything's going to be more than okay because I'm with you." She said and I kissed her forehead. "Anyway enough about me, how did things go with your dad?" she added and brought her head off my shoulder so she could look me in the eye. I wish she hadn't.

"It was fine, we just caught up and then his work called. He has to get back so he caught a flight. I gave him a ride, that's why I got back late, sorry." I said feeling guilty. Though everything I was saying is not exactly right, it's not all bullshit either. For example I did give my father a ride to the airport. After I brought him a ticket and practically threw it at him, forcing him to leave.

"Oh that's good then. I was getting worried." I smiled at her, happy that she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts that she hasn't caught onto mine yet.

"Yeah, so anyway I was going to go to the reception and tell them to cancel my room, considering I'm here every night anyway." Mo smiled at me.

"I do like having you here every night" She said causing me to chuckle.

"I wouldn't be anywhere else." I said, a yawn escaping my lips.

"Well you sound like you are going to fall asleep any second so, go lay down and I will go sort our rooms out." I smiled at her.

"You always know how to take care of Me." her smile now matched mine.

"I know!" she said getting up. "Be back soon." She turned around once she got to the door. "I love you."

"I love you too." I replied as I watch her leave knowing that I won't be able to get to sleep until she comes back. I close my eyes anyway and try to picture something to comfort me but all I can see is Mo, watching me leave, forever…

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MO'S POV

"Thank you!" I said to the pretty red head receptionist as I turned to walk back to my hotel room, well officially mine and Scott's now. I smiled thinking of all the things we can get up to. It's going to be just like living together. And having an extremely sexy boy toy to play around with. Life is good.

Still thinking about Scott I completely missed the person standing in front of me.

"Oh crap I'm so sorry, I'm extremely clumsy." I said rubbing my head.

"I know."

I froze and looked up.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had gotten used to not seeing this face, almost gotten used to the fact that this person existed at all. But seeing him brought back so many memories. The night that went wrong, the months after that of secrecy and denial, then the times when I was scared that I was going to be exposed. And yet he was here now and starring into his piercing blue eyes I knew everything is going to be ruined. And it's all because of him.

"Ray." I finally spoke. "What are you doing here?"

He smirked, the signature smirk that had gotten him through high school and through numerous girls' beds, the smirk that probably got me into his. "Well you could say I'm here to see an old friend or lover if that's what you want to call yourself."

I clenched my teeth together. "Why?"

"Well Mo because I missed you and I missed Scott." He said leaning his head to the side and giving me what he probably thinks of as the 'puppy dog' look.

"I don't believe you" I stated.

"Yeah that's because you know it's not true." He retorted, all sincerity gone from his face. "I am here Mohini to cause trouble. You see after months of realising how everything went wrong it all came to me; you and Scott. You wrecked mudslide crush, you wrecked our friendship and you wrecked any chance I have of being the best. So baby girl now I am going to get my revenge."

"And how are you going to do that?" I said whilst crossing my arms, trying my hardest to look strong, the opposite of how I actually felt.

"By wrecking you two." He stated "And I'm going to do that by telling him the truth of what happened 2 years ago." I couldn't breathe; he could not do this not now. I had the need to beg him not too, but I knew he wouldn't listen; there was just one thing that was getting to me however.

"Why now?"

He starred at me for a while before replying; "Because you're going on tour in just under a month. Oh let me correct that, after everything you won't be going on tour and the second in line will be going; Mudslide Crush."

"Are you kidding me right now? All this for a stupid tour" I almost yelled, earning a few glances.

"No not just a tour, an opportunity Mo and a chance to finally get back at loser mouth." I huffed and looked away afraid that if I made eye contact with him I would retaliate. "Of course…" he said "All of that could be done a lot simpler. There may be no need to tell Scott what happened, I could just burry it like I have for the last 2 years that is if you get everyone to pull out of the tour yourself."

I turned my cold gaze back to him. "What are you doing?" I whispered accusingly.

He smirked. The smirk was no longer attractive to me.

"I believe the term is blackmail."

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THIRD PERSON'S POV

An attractive lady walked through the doors of the fancy and to her 'overly priced' hotel. She walked straight up to the receptionist, completely oblivious to the eyes of every male in the lobby following her every move. From the curve of her perfect chest to the length of her long legs, this woman felt extremely comfortable in her own skin. This would explain the tight red dress she wore that reached mid-thigh.

Red. It was her favourite colour, his as well and he always tells her how good she looks in it. She just couldn't wait till her saw her in it. She could already picture his reaction. He mouth would open in surprise, his cheeks would turn a deep shade of red, his pants would become tighter.

The lady laughed. She could barely fathom the fact that he was in the exact same building as she was. Her good mood faltered a bit when she realised that the 'little pest' as she likes to say, is also in the same building. God help her if they were together right now, she didn't know what she would do. She could barely obtain her anger when a picture of him and the little pest made the front cover of her favourite magazine. They were together in a private booth at a restaurant staring deeply at each other. The thing that annoyed her the most was that he had his hand on hers. Not the other way around. He was making the move on her, even after he had made such a great effort with throwing everyone off at the interview. She wondered what changed.

She tried to tell herself that the picture could possibly just be of him letting her down easy, but the title in bold black lettering was saying otherwise; WENLIVIA BACK ON. Those three words didn't leave her head all day, so she decided to make sure he was still hers and take matters into her own hands. That is why she is here, merely a few minutes away from seeing him again.

She walked up to the counter and came towards a pixie looking receptionist.

'Hi, how may I help you?" the receptionist said looking up. The lady looked at her in distain. Not her type of red head.

"I'm looking for Wen Gifford" she replied whilst tapping her perfectly manicured finger nails on the wooden counter.

The girl looked at her carefully; "And you would be…?"

She panicked for a millimetre of second. Of course the receptionist probably signed some confidentiality regarding him. She thought for a second, she could say she was his mother or even his sister. But she spotted something, her favourite magazine. The receptionist was obviously knowledgeable of Wenlivia (stupid name, she thought to herself) so she figured it would be fun to stir up trouble. After all it was what she was best at.

"His fiancé" The girl faltered for a bit, her mouth opening in slight surprise.

"Um oh so sorry he's in room 18, tenth floor." The girl said.

"Great, oops I forgot he said he's not in at the moment and he forgot to give me his key. You wouldn't happen to have a spare one would you?" the girl asked offering a dazzling smile.

"Of course" the receptionist said rushing "here you go. I hope you have a nice stay with your um fiancé." The receptionist said handing over the key card. The girl smiled. Too easy.

"Thank you" the girl said and proceeded to make her way to the boy she loved, every gaze still following, every gaze except from the two teenagers that were arguing.

She didn't take notice though. She only had one thing on her mind.

Wen Gifford.

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OLIVIAS POV

I laughed as Wen finished telling his child hood story of his first day of kinder garden. Matter of fact I have been laughing ever since Wen and I had 'the talk' at the restaurant. After overcoming the awkwardness, we have been talking non-stop kind of like the way we used too except this time there was a knowing feeling in the air. We were going to be together soon and nothing was going to stop that from happening.

"Well" Wen said stopping "this is me." I raised an eyebrow wondering what he meant. I turned to look around and realised we were directly in front of his door.

"Oh well I guess I'll um see you later?" I said swallowing the nervousness that was clouding in my stomach.

"Yeah" Wen said as he opening his arms and wrapped me in a hug "Or you could come in."

I paused. Was he saying what I think he is saying?

"I thought we were just going to be friends" I asked questionably

"Well friends do things" he said "Besides; right now there isn't anyone else I'd rather be with. And you look extremely hot." He added blushing, causing me to giggle and blush as well.

I thought about last night and just like at the restaurant I got all tingly.

"Okay I'll come in" I said quietly.

He pulled out his key card and opened the door. I walked in behind him and almost fell over when I hit his hard back.

"Ow!' I said looking at Wen whom was frozen in place.

I looked to the cause of his present state.

There sitting on his bed was someone I did not expect to see.