Disclaimer: I do not own Lemonade Mouth- Lemonade Mouth does not belong to me.

Author's Note: Here you go, another update! :) Enjoy!

Olivia's POV

"So, Wen. What exactly are you doing here?" I ask, trying not to sound rude.

He winces. "Did I come at a bad time?"

Well, yeah. I don't have any mental preparation for this. I'm going to act like a complete fool.

I shake my head. "Nope."

"Oh, okay." He lets out a breath. "So... Can I come in?"

"Yup." I say a bit too enthusiastically.

He comes in cautiously, afraid of my reaction. "Where do you want to write the so- Oh, who's this?"

"That's- that's my cat." I say stupidly.

"Oh, really? I didn't think it was a cat." He says sarcastically.

I laugh. "Come on- seriously?"

He nods solemnly.

"We can record the song in the backyard." I say, pointing to the door.

He shrugs, putting Nancy back down on the ground. "Let's do this."

I shake my head, following him outside. "So why did you decide to come over today?"

He looks down. "I wanted to work on a song, and Mo just told me where you lived."

"Really?" I ask suspiciously.

He nods.

"Cough, creeper, cough." I smirk.

He pretends to be offended, speaking with his voice an octave higher than usual. "I will not stay here if I am not welcome."

He gives me one last look and a theatrical sigh before standing up, ready to leave.

"Are you really going to leave without your laptop?" I ask, laughing.

He stops for a second, walking back to the table. "Okay, now I'm going to leave." He pauses for effect. "Leave and never come back!"

I can't stop laughing. "You're acting like such a girl!"

"Am not!" He protests.

"Are too." I reply.

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am no- Oww, your cat bit me!" He yells.

I panic. "Wait. Seriously?"

"No." He smirks.

I shake my head, my eyes narrowing. "You suck."

He shrugs. "So are we going to write the song or what?"

I nod. "And now we right the song."

He opens up his laptop, putting in his password. "So how do you want to start the song?"

I look at him. "Can't I be guitar or something? I don't want to sing..."

He rolls his eyes. "Oh, no! Singing! It's so horrible!"

"Well then, hotshot. If you like singing so much, then why don't you sing a part of the song?" I ask.

He glares at me defiantly. "Maybe I will. And you know what- I won't even sing- I'll rap."

"Fine." I reply, shooting daggers with my glare.

"Good-" His phone beeps, and he stops for a second to look at the text. "You know what, I'm supposed to be on my way home right now, but I will write a rap down. And it'll be mind blowing."

"Please..." I roll my eyes.

He laughs, kissing my cheek as he says goodbye. "Same time again tomorrow?"

I stare at him in shock, watching as he walks away. What exactly did just happen?

I knew it- I did make a fool out of myself.

Gosh I'm such a loser.

...

"It's Wen and I'm heaven sent?" I ask. "Wow. How humble of you to wrote those words down."

"Gotta turn the world into your dance floor?" He counters. "That's- that's kinda good."

I smirk in triumph, sticking my tongue out arrogantly.

"I got it!" He yells, "DETERMINATE!"

"Determinate?" I laugh. "Do you even know what that means?"

"No. Why?" He asks.

I shake my head. "So, what? Determinate?"

He nods proudly.

"Okay, so far we've got your rap, the first verse, and now we're figuring out the chorus." I say, writing the word DETERMINATE in all caps on top of the paper.

I hum a random tune, writing down words on the paper.

"Wait- hum that tune again?" Wen asks.

I look at him awkwardly. "Uh, why?"

"Just do it." He rolls his eyes.

I roll my eyes, awkwardly humming.

"I got it!" He smiles. "Gotta turn the world into your dance floor! Determinate, determinate."

I read off of my paper, singing, "Push until you can't and then demand more! Determinate, determinate."

"You and me together, we can make it better! Gotta turn the world into your dance floor, determinate, determinate!"

"Yes!" I say, high fiving Wen. "That's awesome!"

He smiles at me. "We make a pretty awesome team, don't we?"

I nod. "And now we show the rest of the band!"