"Lemonade Mouth is going on tour!"

The room became silent. Everyone gazed at Stella, who just spilled out the big news to her band mates. Nobody was able to say a single word. But that didn't last too long, because within a few seconds the dead silence broke into cheers, gasps and screams. The six teenagers started jumping up and down, dancing around the room like crazy and hugging each other.

"Oh, my God! Stella!" Mo exclaimed, rushing over to the lead guitarist and hugging her tightly. "I can't believe it! We're going on tour! We're going on tour!" she squealed, tightening the grip on Stella.

"Yeah!" Charlie cried out as he, Scott and Wen high-fived.

"Wait, that's not all!" Stella exclaimed, caughing her band mates attention once again. "The tour's in Europe and our first stop is Paris!"

The room broke into loud cheers once again.

Mo squealed, "I love Europe! Especially Paris, it's so romantic there!" she sighed dreamily, leaning her head onto Scott's shoulder.

"So when are we leaving?" Scott asked, placing an arm around Mo's waist.

"Tomorrow morning, actually," Stella said. "We should probably head home and pack our stuff, the plane's leaving at eight."

Everyone then said their goodbyes and left home to pack their stuff. Wen decided to walk Olivia home, which she found really sweet of him. They talked about random stuff and the tour while they were walking.

"Wen, am I a bad a person if I will go on tour and leave Gram here on her own?" Olivia asked Wen when they were talking about the tour.

"I think she'll be fine, Liv," he assured her. "And if she'd feel lonely, she can always call my parents and come over to our house. You know you two are always welcome to us," he said, which made her smile.

"Thanks, Wen," she said. "By the way, how's Sydney doing?"

"Good, I guess. We're getting pretty much along," he told her. They were now standing on Olivia's front porch.

"Thanks for walking me home, Wen," Olivia said.

"No problem," Wen said. "So I'll see you tomorrow morning?"

She shrugged, "Yeah, I guess."

"Hey, do you want me to drive you to the airport? Our dad could take us there," Wen suggested to her.

"No, Wen, that's okay. I don't want to be a bother," she said, which made the red head chuckle a bit.

"Olivia, you're never a bother. I want to take you, I'm sure my dad won't mind. Plus, my house is farther than yours, so we would pass by anyway," he said. Olivia then gave in.

"Okay, thanks, Wen. For everything," she smiled at him.

"Anything for a..." he trailed off. Anything for what? A friend? What exactly were they? Friends? Best friends? Or something more? They could be something more, after all Olivia said they were dating-ish during the interview with Moxie. But they never talked about it. It probably was a cover up for Mo and Olivia was just being a friend. But he said she was his girl. Wen's girl. That wasn't covering up. Wen really did like Olivia, but he wasn't sure if she felt the same way about him. He didn't want to tell her because he was scared of losing her as a friend, but after the interview everything was quite awkward between them two.

Olivia stood there with raised eyebrows, waiting for the ginger to say something. She wondered why was Wen acting so strange lately. Maybe it's still because of what I said during the interview with Moxie, she thought. Olivia didn't know what made her say they're were dating-ish, all she wanted to do was help Mo, who had some trouble when Moxie asked her how her relationship with Scott was going. And because her dad was in the audience, she felt like she had to help her friend. So she said it. But what really surprised her is what Wen said to her. She's my girl. That setence's been stuck in Olivia's head ever since. Was he also covering up? Or did he like her? Because she liked him, a lot. But he was Wen. He could have any girl he wanted. So why her? Olivia sighed.

Then Wen couldn't take it anymore. He needed to talk her about it. He needed to talk about them. And he was going to start with the interview with Moxie.

"Liv, can I ask you something?" he finally said, causing her to look at him curiously.

"What is it, Wen?" she asked.

"Errr..." Suddenly, he couldn't do it. At least not now. He wasn't ready. Was he ready? Of course he was. Or not? He didn't know. He wasn't sure.


"...What time you want me to pick you up tomorrow?" He mentally facepalmed.

"Oh..." she sounded disappointed. "Well, is 7:45 okay with you?"

He nodded simply. "We'll be here. I have to go. Bye, Liv..." he was about to leave, but all of sudden Olivia cried after him.


He turned around.



He raised his hand to signalize waving before turning around and soon disappearing from the view. Olivia sighed and entered the house.

The next morning Olivia's alarm clock went off at 7 o' clock. She didn't get much sleep, she was thinking about Wen. Although it wasn't easy, Olivia decided to forget about him for a moment and went into the bathroom to take quick shower and brush her teeth.

After she changed into her clothes and made her hair in a ponytail, she checked if she had everything in her suitcases and headed downstairs to have some breakfast. After getting some food she checked on the time and realized it was already 7:40.

Olivia hugged her grandmother for the last time once she saw Wen's dad's car waiting on her.

"You sure you'll be okay, Gram?" she asked worriedly. She was really going to miss her and still wasn't really sure about leaving her on her own.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll be fine. You go and have fun," Gram smiled at her granddaughter as she kissed her cheek. Olivia stepped off the porch and waved at her for the last time before turning around and walking toward the car.

"Hello Mr. Gifford, thank you for letting me drive with you," Olivia thanked Wen's dad as he put her suitcases in the trunk.

"It not a problem, Olivia," Mr. Gifford smiled at girl. They entered the car and drove off. Olivia sat in the backseat, while Wen sat next to his dad on the passenger seat. The two said 'Hey' to each other, but that was it. The rest of the ride was spent in silence.

They finally reached the airport. Wen said goodbye to his dad and so did Olivia, after thanking him for taking her with them again. Wen hugged his dad for the last time before he went back inside the car and drove off, leaving Olivia and Wen alone.

"Oh, look, there's the others!" Olivia pointed at the bunch standing a few metres from them that was waving at them.

"You're late," was Stella's greeting.

"No, we're not," Wen pointed out.

"Actually Stella, they're on time," Charlie said, making Stella roll her eyes.

"Whatever. Come on, or will miss the plane!"

"Hey guys, I'm Brady, the pilot," a raven haired boy introduced himself as everyone entered the plane. It was a private plane, so there was only the band and of course, Brady.

"Hey Brady, nice to meet you," Stella shook hands with him. "I'm Stella, this is Wen, Olivia, Charlie, Mo a Scott."

Brady smiled, "Oh, I know who you guys are. I'm a big fan of Lemonade Mouth."

Stella grinned, "Cool!"

"Okay, take your seats, we're about take off," Brady said and everyone started to sit down. Mo sat next to Scott, Stella sat next to Charlie and Olivia sat next to Wen. Olivia kept looking out of the window while Wen was looking at his lap. It seemed like there was going to be some awkwardness between them two for sure.

Brady said something about making sure to have seat belt on through the microphone and soon the plate was taking off. Once it happened, Olivia felt like she was going to throw up. She didn't really like flying, it was as bad as stage fright, well, that before Lemonade Mouth.

"Are you alright?"

Olivia turned her head just to see Wen looking at her worriedly. She looked down at her lap, "Yeah, I'm fine," she said.

"Liv," she heard his say. "Liv, look at me."

She slowly lifted her head up.

"Are you scared?"

"No," she gulped. "I'm not scared. Why would I be scared?" she turned her head so she wouldn't have to face him.

Then she felt something touch her hand. It was Wen's hand. She looked at their now lanced fingers and then at Wen.

"It's okay, I'm here with you."

Olivia felt calmer now. Being with Wen always comforted her for some reason.

"Thanks, Wen."

He smiled at her. She kept looking into his eyes, which calmed her even more.

"Guys..." Brady's voice said through the microphone, interrupting everyone from their own business, "don't panic, but there's a storm happening and I think we may-" Brady never got the finish his sentence, because in all sudden the lighting hit the plane's wing.