DISCLAIMER: (- Did I spell that right?) I DO NOT OWN LEMONADE MOUTH. If I did, Wen and Olivia would have been together, and there would have been another movie. :/

Olivia's POV

"Please don't start talking about my performance." I say, putting my hand in front of Ray's mouth.

He gives me a look, and I reluctantly place my hand back to my side.

"That was amazing! Did you come up with that song all by yourself?" He asks, jumping up and down in excitement.

I nod slowly, feeling slightly hungry. Didn't Ms. Reznik give me a packet of cashews when I left the stage?

I search my pockets, smiling triumphantly as I hold up the packet.

"Cashews aren't that amazing, you do know that, right?" Ray asks, looking at me in disbelief.

"What?" I ask, giving him my signature puppy dog look. "I'm hungry."

"You're like a kid, like a little singing musical kid." Ray jokes, jabbing me on the side playfully.

I glare at him, throwing a cashew in his face. Or at least, attempting to. Due to my horrible aim, my cashew flies slightly to the right, hitting someone who was currently walking along the hallway.

Which happened to be Wen. Oh My G-

He gives me a confused look, which was answered by my sheepish smile. "I'm sorry. It was supposed to hit Ray."

"Because that justifies everything." Ray mutters. I kick him in the shin lightly, giving him a playful glare.

Wen looks between the two of us, trying to decipher something. He gives up soon enough, and gives me a breathtaking smile. "It's okay."

He walks away, leaving me staring after him like a lovesick puppy.

Oh god, I'm going crazy. I just compared myself to a puppy.

"Earth to Olivia. You there?" Ray asks, snapping me out of my reverie.

I blink repeatedly, my mouth opening and closing like a fish. Ray smirks.

"That was beautiful. I mean, I think I'm crying a little." Ray says, still smirking.

"Shut up." I mutter, jokingly rolling my eyes.

I throw a cashew at his face, my aim miraculously getting better. It landed on his chest.

He laughs loudly, and starts to choke.

"I hope you die." I mutter, lightly punching his arm.

Mo steals me away after a few minutes, leaving Ray and Scott standing by the lockers.

"We have an official band meeting right now." Mo mutters, scolding me.

I hold my hands up in defense. "Nobody told me!"

She sighs, tired. "It's okay. We were just waiting for you, and if I didn't come looking we would've just kept on waiting."

I look at her, guilty. "Sorry."

We walk in silence to the cafeteria. I spot all of them sitting at the table, smiling when they see me walking towards them.

"And she's alive." Wen smirks. "Told you she'd come."

I smile at him gratefully, happy that someone believed in me. It felt... Good. I quickly look down in guilt, knowing I wouldn't have come if Mo didn't get me.

"Sorry. I didn't know we were meeting up today." I mutter.

They all said it was okay, and that they were just happy that I came.

"So... First order of business, band name." Stella starts, looking at all of us.

A couple of minutes pass, and not one of us has said a suggestion. I look out the window, trying to think of a name.

And then something hits me. On the head. Literally. I look around in confusion, breaking out of my daze.

"Who threw something at me?" I ask, looking at everyone.

Wen smirks. "Now we're even."

I smile, shaking my head. "No more packaged cashew throwing?"

He nods, giving me a heart stopping boyish grin. "Anything for you."

Author's Note: Thank you for bearing with me. I LOVE YOU. ·_ · I just wanted to say: I'M BACK! This story is no longer in hiatus, so... Yah. :D