A/N: I thought I'd try my hand at this so please be patient. It's my first time (sharing).

This is about Wen and Olivia and how I see them handling a situation. I base my interpretations of the characters on the movie, the book, as well as the things I've learned about both Adam Hicks and Bridgit Mendler since they brought some of themselves to make the characters so alive. This story will be relatively short, one chapter for each, a third one in a surprise perspective and a fourth for the end.

Disclaimer: I obviously have no copyrights to either the Lemonade Mouth movie or book. Those privileges belong to Disney and Mark Peter Hughs respectively and it's probably a good thing since I couldn't have written anything nearly as well. Adam and Bridgit are their own persons, and the credits can only go to them and their parents. I am a horrible poet and never wrote a song in my life so any music mentioned in this piece will have due credits mentioned in the story as well. If I'm doing something wrong here tell me and I'll fix it. Oh, before I forget, while I do own an Apple iPod (and an iPhone) I don't have the Trademark rights, though my young daughter does own a share of Apple and I make the voting decisions for her. ;-D

Olivia felt like an idiot. A foolish, pathetic idiot.

'Naive is a good word, too' she thought ruefully as she sat down in the grass in her backyard, cuddling her adolescent kitten, Daisy. She loved her kitten, a gift and an apology of sorts from her best friend and somewhat secret crush Wen Gifford. But holding Daisy she couldn't help but relive her seemingly titanic and all too recent blunder.

It had been four days since she'd embarrassed herself, Wen, and yes, even the rest of her band, Lemonade Mouth, on national TV. "It's not Mo, it's me." For a moment everyone had gotten the wrong impression from her inept attempt to rescue Mo from dealing with her father. Moxie Morris had asked Mohini about her relationship with Scott Pickett, the second guitarist for the band and Mr. Banjaree had instantly started interrogating his daughter, unmindful of the TV cameras and audience. The hurt and shock on Wen's face as he sat forward to look her in the eye surprised Olivia. Immediately she understood he and everyone else thought she meant she was seeing Scott. At least the ever laid-back and confident Scott had found it amusing.

But Wen didn't immediately agree with her when she stumblingly clarified, "OH! N-n-no! I mean me and Wen. We- we've been dating-ish." Finally he'd taken pity on her after she's floundered her way into silence, calling her 'his girl' and took her hand, but not without mouthing to her "Really, now?" Though, with Stella recovering the attention of Moxie to finish the interview, Olivia, who forced a smile for the camera, wasn't sure anyone else noticed that or the nervous twitching of Wen's leg thru the rest of the chat. He had caught her off guard when he had kissed her hand during the second verse of the song, "Livin' On a High Wire" that they were performing for the show (one of her favorite songs that they'd written together) and pulled her to his side in a tight one armed hug at the end, resting his cheek on her head. After the show when all the autographs had been signed and they'd been free to change and relax for a few minutes, she'd seen him heading in her direction but he'd been sidetracked by Stella and her mom. That had been the last time she'd seen him look at her and in the 4 days since the interview and the band's return home he was the only band member she hadn't seen or spoken to.

Daisy suddenly swatted at Olivia's hand in annoyance and she realized she'd tensed and had rubbed the kitten's head a little too roughly in her humiliated reverie. Olivia groaned and pushed herself onto her back in the grass. She was trying hard not to think about it or take it personally but the best she was hoping for was that her valuable friendship with the boy she adored wasn't ruined. Sighing deeply she fitted her earbuds in her ears and hit the play button on her iPod that she'd brought out in hopes of relaxing. The first strains of Florence + the Machine "Dog Days Are Over" filtered in her ears as she threw her arm over her eyes and tried to lose herself in the music. Against her will, Olivia remembered spending an afternoon discussing the merits of various artists with Wen, another lover of eclectic styles of music. He'd seemed impressed with her favorite playlist choices and she was secretly thrilled that they also had that in common along with their tastes in books and movies.

Olivia had had a crush on Wen since the sixth grade. She'd been thru school with him since they were very young first graders though they'd paid very little attention to each other. She knew she was painfully shy as well as klutzy and socially awkward. She'd never be a voted most popular for the Senior Yearbook, though perhaps 'most likely to hide in a bathroom stall and vomit' would be her superlative title. In sixth grade she hadn't been much different, except the death of her mother and the imprisonment of her father had been much more recent, though the later was not known outside of her home. She lived even more in her own little world back then keeping her head down to avoid harassment. Usually she could make it from one class to another without too many mishaps but one afternoon on her way to last period, she'd tripped over her own two feet in the hall, landing painfully and sent all her books flying. Every student within viewing distance turned and started laughing at her as she'd struggled to collect her things, palms and knees stinging and cheeks burning in humiliation. Everyone laughed that is except Wen Gifford. He had knelt down to help her assemble her things, helped her to her feet, and asked her if she was ok. She'd looked into his gentle, green eyes and in that moment her heart broke. She could only nod mutely at him before she bolted for her next class. Olivia's mouth twitch briefly in mild amusement when she remember that even then he'd been a little taller than most of the other students, his hair a little darker red then instead of its current strawberry blonde but with just as many, slightly darker, freckles. He was a heartbreaker even then, especially for Olivia who was convinced she was invisible to anyone like him.

She distantly registered the song in her ears change to "Dare" by the Gorillaz and the one part of her brain aware if it was relieved that the shuffle feature was keeping the music upbeat while she reminisced about her heart aching teenhood. For four and a half years she had buried the secret crush she'd had for her rescuer. She'd covertly watched him thru downcast lashes all the while knowing he'd never look at her again. When he had started dating other girls, especially their classmate Azra Quimby, she'd forced herself to stop watching, knowing it would only break her further. She'd buried herself in her books, poetry and journals, spending more time with her adoring grandmother and strove to just make it to senior year and graduation without more heartache than she'd already had.

Then at the beginning of junior year, as she'd once recently written to her father, the stars aligned. She found herself in detention after getting caught reading a book in the janitor's closet instead of going to class. They were sequestered for the afternoon in the new basement music room. She arrived a little before anyone else and sat in the front row closest to the door (for a faster escape after she was released) watching from beneath her lashes as the other students made their way in and sat down. Her heart stuttered for a moment when Wen Gifford sauntered in and gazed at her intently though briefly before heading to the opposite side of the room, as far from her as he could get she'd noticed. When Miss Reznick stormed out to vent on Mr. Brenigan the principle, the other kids had begun playing a spontaneous tune. She'd been amused and surprised by the impulsive music but soon found herself unable to be excluded. The prefect words for the melody popped into her head and floated from her lips without thought or effort. In the following days she'd suddenly found herself accepted and quickly developed strong bonds with her new friends.

To her delight Wen soon found excuses to talk with her, often supporting her around the other band members or bullies. She'd been mortified the afternoon he'd shown up on her front porch though, sent by Stella, to collaborate on some songs for the fledgling band. Between her Gram's "I've never met one of Olivia's friends before" and the uncontrollable tears that sprung to her eyes when Wen spotted poor, ancient Nancy, she was sure he'd never glance at her again. Ashamed, she'd tried to hide her tears; her parents and by extension Nancy were the one subject that could bring her to cry. She soon gave up her attempt at self-control in exasperation when they refused to stop. Wen had surprised her by being concerned for her instead of appalled at her show of weakness. Then when by way of distracting him she'd offered to show him the song she'd started, he'd sung with her, his voice blending with hers so that she got goose bumps, leaning closer into her to decipher her scribbles. She couldn't stop herself from studying his face, so close to her own when he looked up, even glancing at his lips, and the freckles that crept over the edge of his lower one. Incoherent thoughts raced through her brain then and she'd forced herself to look away until "I like it when you smile." Obviously the words had escaped him before he could stop himself and he'd flushed a little. She had glanced at him again before dropping her eyes, embarrassed and flattered. Despite the mutual embarrassment of that day, or because of it, Wen had proven to be one of her dearest friends aside from her grandmother. Mo and Stella were fantastic friends, but she found herself sharing things with him that she wouldn't mention to another living soul.

Everything except how much she was attracted to him.

But then, eventually, she hadn't thought she'd needed to tell him. She'd thought that he'd felt the same way. She'd seen him look at her when he thought she wasn't looking. She knew how differently he treated her, how tenderly he touched her sometimes compared to how he hugged Stella and Mohini. He'd even blurted it out that first afternoon here in her own yard, not feet from where she was now. Frequently he had walked her home or called her out of the blue suggesting that they hang out even when they didn't have songs to work on. He'd sometimes even offered to help her with chores or errands when he'd stop by unexpectedly. She had felt it was an excuse to be with her and that they'd had been building something meaningful between them.

Now she wasn't sure. Now she had doubts about how he might have viewed her and the connection she thought they'd forged.

She'd thought she'd known him.

How many times since that day in her backyard had she had to study that handsome face until she knew every freckle, contour, dimple, and facial expression by heart? How much time had she been given to get to know his wit, his mind and his sweet, if sometimes pessimistic, nature since that day? She'd lost count but was thankful for each moment she'd had to get to know her friend. Would she be given the opportunity spend more time with him?

She suddenly realized her iPod's shuffle feature had forsaken her as Michelle Branch's "Goodbye to You" drifted into her ears making her heart and eyes burn with sadness. Olivia found herself singing the lyrics softly,

"Of all the things I've believed in

I just want to get it over with

Tears form behind my eyes

But I do not cry

Counting the days that pass me by

I've been searching deep down in my soul

Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old

It feels like I'm starting all over again

The last three years were just pretend

And I said,

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to everything I thought I knew

You were the one I loved

The one thing that I tried to hold on to

The one thing that I tried to hold on to

I still get lost in your eyes

And it seems that I can't live a day without you

Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away

To a place where I am blinded by the light

But it's not right

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to everything I thought I knew

You were the one I loved…"

Olivia broke off her singing in frustration. She didn't want to listen to the lyrics anymore, let alone utter them aloud. Wen was likely at home trying to find his own words to let her know he didn't like her any more than as a good friend. She suspected he'd avoid spending any time alone with her, too. At least until he'd found an excuse to stay away altogether. Maybe he'd be gone completely when he found another, a real girlfriend, someone more self-confidence and more outgoing, someone without a troubled family, less awkward, and with many more friends. Her throat burned with unshed tears but her eyes remained dry.

'And when the stars fall

I will lie awake

You're my shooting star.'

"Ugh!" she groaned to herself as she deposited Daisy in a beam of summer sun on the grass and got to her feet. She paced restlessly as she scrolled thru her playlist trying to find something fun and upbeat, something that would make her feel better about herself. She intentionally skipped the songs by her own band. Many of them she had join forces with Wen to create and his touch radiated out at her when she listened to them. She was already rehashing more than she had wanted to. She had meant to be wiping it from her mind, if only temporarily.

Suddenly a grin emerged on her face as the prefect song presented itself. Slowly she started moving to the opening riff, eyes closed enjoying the vibrant sound. By the time the lyrics started she was dancing…