2 Drabbles
These are two drabbles for hc_bingo, and my first for Lemonade Mouth, which is my new addiction! Many thanks to sushimonster724 for her help and thoughts!
Best Friends Make Bad Bodyguards
Note: I do not own Lemonade Mouth, book or movie. I do not make a profit
from writing this story.
Timeline: 6 months after the movie
Rating: T (language, violence)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Prompt: bodyguards (hc_bingo)
Summary: Wen always knew Stella’s mouth would get her into to trouble, how
he got suckered in to play bodyguard he’d never know, but he knew he’d suck
at it.
Word Count: 672
Stella sauntered through the halls like nothing was different. People still
squealed when they saw her or anyone in the band but technically but he couldn’t get over how cocky she still was. Not with the threats that had been made against her, he was no coward, but he believed in good ol’ fashion common sense. Wen shook his head as he trailed close, Olivia was looking at him sympathetically as she walked beside him; or mooning over him, the looks were almost, nearly identical to Stella as she looked back at them. The lovebirds were hard to separate, unlike Mo and Scott; they were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.
“Yo, you two get out of here, I don’t need both of you here,” she told them and Wen shook his head.
“I am under direct orders to play bodyguard today,” he told her and she whirled around, walking backwards to look at them.
“I don’t need one! For the last time, you suck as a bodyguard! You won’t even raise your voice or fist!”
“Lover, not a fighter,” he told her; it was the same old song and dance he always said and Stella rolled her eyes.
“Well I’m a fighter. Hell, Scott should be here, at least he’d protect me better,” she sighed. She loved Wen like a brother but if her safety was at stake, she knew it would be better to have an athlete who knew how to fight on her side.
“You know better, he won’t leave Mo’s side,” Oliva told her and Stella rolled her eyes and turned back around, “And this is your fault anyways, if you knew how to hold your tongue…”
“Yeah yeah, you sound like my mom. But if I don’t stand up, who will?” she said and grinned. “Besides, we’re still big stars, we’ll be fine. If we haven’t come across any crazed people yet, I think we’ll be okay!”
“I’m sure that’s what John Lennon said,” Wen muttered, and Stella laughed.
“No, he’d be more formal and very British.” Olivia and Wen laughed with her as they strolled into their first hour class. “If anything right now, we should be worrying about our new song, not invisible enemies that are after me.”
“Stella! They aren’t invisible! They wrote you 20 pieces of hate mail and
it’s only the third day of the month!” Mo said, aghast as she joined the group. She still didn’t understand how Stella wasn’t scared, how she wasn’t taking this seriously. She bet under that brave front, Stella was scared…but then again, probably not.
“No worries Stell, I’ll be getting you home today,” Scott said. Stella let out a cheer and Mo glared at her.
“Mo, don’t look at me like that! You know I’m only interested in the boy for
his fight, not for his looks…which he doesn’t have.” Scott pretended to be wounded and Mo rolled her eyes; it wasn’t the first time they had that exact same conversation.
“Class, focus please!” the teacher practically screamed for attention, and instead the whole class continued on. Not wanting to waste anymore time in math than she already was, Stella whistled shrilly and the class went silent. “Thank you, Stella. Now open your books to Chapter 5…”
Soon class was over and Olivia departed from the group first, then Scott and Charlie. Mo, Wen and Stella were left and were all linked up. Their voice began to get louder, voices shrieking with laughter. Stella spotted Principal Brenigan gliding towards her on his segway, but she saw Miss Reznick distract him and she sighed. He still watched her like a hawk,n o matter what she did, no matter how much time had passed; she was always the first in the office.
She turned to look to Wen when all of a sudden he was pulling her back. She heard Miss Reznick screaming and it was all a blur. She heard a gun blast and she sped towards the ground, Wen collapsing on top of her. Some bodyguard he turned out to be, she mused as the back of her head made connection with the cement and everything went black.
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Blood Between Friends
Note: I do not own Lemonade Mouth, book or movie. I do not make a profit
from writing this story. I do not own the song that the band later sings.
Timeline: 6 months after the movie
Rating: T (language, violence)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Prompt: hospital stay (hc_bingo)
Summary: Olivia hated hospitals, and though it made her want to throw up
worse than the stage ever made her, she wouldn’t leave his side.
Word Count: 1,110
Olivia looked down at her boyfriend who was twitching in his sleep. The
monitors beeped steadily and though she knew these were good signs, she
couldn’t stand it. Bile was choking her slowly; it had risen into her throat
and remained there. She looked to his father, step mother and little sister,
each one in silent grief. Slowly Georgie made her way over and she looked up
at Olivia with her sad little face and the older girl couldn’t bare it. She
gathered the child in her arms and held her tight.
“At least they caught the creep who did this,” Mel said, by way of greeting,
as the owner of their namesake appeared in the doorway.
“Yeah, thank God that the school has such good security and camera, there’s
no way in Hell he’ll ever get out of jail,” Wen’s Father said and held onto
Sydney tighter.
“If you guys need anything, let me know,” Mel said and his friend smiled
sadly and nodded.
“Thanks Mel.”
“No problem, I’m going to see how Stella’s doing,” he said and Olivia looked
to him at mention of her friend’s name. “Have you see her yet?”
“No, I haven’t,” Olivia choked out; it was hard enough to be in this room,
but she did owe it to Stella to see her too. “I’m going to come with you,
save my seat Georgie,” she told the girl as she shifted the child into the
seat.
“Okay, Olivia,” she said and together Mel and Olivia trekked down the hall.
Down the hall Mo, Scott and Charlie were in the midst of what should have
been the most awkward group hug. But no, at that point, they were all
sobbing, their petty fights between them at a momentary truce. They parted
as the two came closer and as a group, they looked into the room where
Stella lay motionless. Unlike Wen, her vitals were down and only family
members could enter the room.
The bullet that Wen had attempted to shield her from went straight through
him and from their odd angle had managed to hit her chest where it
ricocheted internally. Principal Brenigan had tackled the man on spot before
he could get another shot and Mo stood there, unable to move, her face
splattered with Wen and Stella’s blood. Miss Reznick had raced over and
pulled Mo down, trying to get her to put pressure on Wen’s wound while she
tried to attend to Stella, her hands becoming stained in her favorite
student’s blood.
“H-how is she?” Olivia forced the words out though she was trying not to
throw up on Scott’s shoes; nothing personal, he was just the closest.
“They don’t know. There’s a lot of internal bleeding, that’s all we were
able to get from her Mom before we couldn’t understand what she was talking
about,” Charlie sniffed.
“Never thought I’d say this, but I miss her voice,” Scott said, and Mo let
out a cry and hugged him; though she washed her face and hands, she felt
like she was still stained in their blood.
“She’s a fighter, she’ll be okay,” Mel said. They looked to the older man who
smiled softly, “Just believe in that, you guys know her, she’ll be okay. She
won’t let a bullet stop her.”
Olivia nodded numbly and found herself throwing her arms around the creator
of her favorite beverage and prayed he was right.
It was three days before Stella woke up and was able to have visitors. Wen
insisted on being the first and wheeled himself down the hall and into her
room. Her eyes were small slits and she looked over at him with a wry smile
on her lips.
“You suck.” He laughed softly as he maneuvered to her side.
“I know. I’m sorry. How are you feeling?” he asked and he heard the others
filter in.
“Peachy. My chest hurts but I’m bored mostly.”
The others smiled. Typical Stella. Scott approached next and passed her
guitar into her awaiting hands. She sighed in contentment and her eyes
opened a little more, glowing with appreciation. Mo crossed and leaned down
and to everyone’s surprise, gave the girl a kiss on the forehead.
“I’ve been so scared,” she whispered so only Stella and Wen could hear, and
Stella stroked her face.
“No need, I’m fine,” Stella insisted and slowly they saw as she began place
her fingers on the strings of her guitar. Slowly a melody began to form and
Olivia saw Wen shiver. She saw a look pass between them; something was
flowing-a song that had escaped them until now began to form before their
eyes. Charlie rushed down the hall and raced back, Wen’s keyboard in his
hands.
Together they began to play, a soft yet dark melody. Olivia found her head
bobbing with it and Stella opened her mouth and Olivia felt peace race of
her at the sound.
“Bless your heart and your tired eyes, and try to keep your strength. Your
life bleeds like the red I wore, on my lips as skin turned pale.” She paused
and began to strum before Wen picked up after her. Olivia missed this magic
between them. It seemed like so long ago in that Detention room…
“Take this breath for the lives we waste, for the hallow souls we own.”
“Give me hope, for the restless heart…” Wen and Stella sang as one.
“Well we’ll go where no one will follow, close. I swear to God, I’d only
fall part.”
“I swear to God, I’d only fall apart.” She echoed and then they stopped
singing to play their instruments; as the music became more intense, Charlie
drummed softly, allowing the guitar and piano to take over; then Olivia
found herself humming as Mo lifted her violin and joined them.
“You waited all your life to take this from my blood. Indebted to you,
indebted to me. Indebted to God, until we bleed. . Indebted to you, indebted
to me. Indebted to God, until we bleed. This life, this life, this life will
last. This life, this life, this life, this life…” Charlie and Stella sang
passionately and slowly they stopped playing.
And from the doorway, they heard someone crying and clapping. Turns out, it
wasn’t just one person; it was Wen and Stella’s parents as well as Miss
Reznick. All of them had tears running down their faces but had smiles on
their lips.
“Well if nothing else, I think we got ourselves a new single,” Stella mused
and the band groaned; now they could say she could literally be the death of
them. But they loved her anyways.
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These were my firs two stories and I do have more on the way! I hope you enjoy them!