This was supposed to be uploaded a day or two ago but FanFiction decided that it disagreed. Whatever.

Citrus Productions informed me that there is now a Lemonade Mouth category and it's under movies! YAY! So, this story will be posted there from now on.

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The sun bore down on Charlie as he moved across the backyard. He got used to doing a majority of the chores once Tommy started college three years ago but he hated the fact that the sun decided to be its hottest when he was forced to mow the back lawn.

"Missed a spot!" a voice yelled from the nearby hammock. It was shaded from the tall trees that cluttered certain parts of his backyard. Charlie looked to his left to see a figure laying there, relaxed and with lemonade in their hand while another glass sat on the grass beneath them. He finished mowing the last, small portion in a few seconds and let go of the mower.

"How did you get into my backyard? And with lemonade?" Charlie asked once he reached the hammock.

Stella smiled wide and said, "I have my ways, Delgado." He shook his head, laughed, and picked up the second glass of lemonade. "Hey! Who said that was for you?"

Charlie waved his hand at her and downed the glass of sour liquid. His face contorted to his "pucker face" as Stella called it, and received a laugh from his friend. "Too late," he responded. The hammock swayed as Charlie sat beside Stella, enjoying the coolness the shade offered.

"Look, you and your man sweat are too close for comfort." Charlie rolled his eyes. No matter how tough she was or how many revolutions Stella may have had the incentive to start, she was still a girl.

He raised his arms high and moved closer to her. "What was that?" he asked her, a playful tone to his voice. Without warning, he suddenly found himself weightless before crashing to the freshly cut grass, his empty plastic cup bouncing to the ground next to him. "Ow…"

"I warned you." Stella got off the hammock and sat beside Charlie's body on the grass. It still held morning dew in the shady area and neither of the cared about the grass stains that were sure to be settling in.

"So what's up?" Charlie asked, not moving from his spot. He was exhausted physically and was glad that they had Monday off because of some teachers' conference. Stella laughed at his muffled voice.

"My dad's off saving the world from the flu, my mom is doing some business deals for her company, and really, do you expect me to stay with the two twin terrors?" Stella spoke in an obvious tone, expecting Charlie to agree.

"Glad to know I'm your last chance for fun."

"Yeah well, I don't have many choices either," Stella said, poking his shoulder with a nearby stick. Charlie sighed, he knew what she meant. With Lemonade Mouth, he meant something to tons of people. Everybody wanted to be his friend and he was never bored. But half of those people only 'cared' for him because he was part of the next hottest band which he hated.

The dew was seeping through his shirt so Charlie sat up. The wetness from the dew had only touched random spots on his shirt which made his uncomfortable. Maybe he could convince Stella that they should go to her house so he could jump in her pool…

"Let's see how much you really do suck at soccer," Stella said suddenly, jumping up and rushing over to where the lawn mower sat abandoned against the house. She took off her light jacket and fixed her pale yellow shirt. Charlie laughed when he finally noticed her black shorts.

"You look like a bumble bee!" he shouted across the yard as Stella picked up the black and white ball. She tossed the ball from hand to hand.

"That sounds like fighting words, Mr. 'I-Only-Own-One-Green-Shirt'." Charlie laughed once more and shot up from the ground.

"Bring it, Yamada!"

"Oh, Delgado, it's already been brought!"

Charlie dove to save to ball but it slipped through his fingers yet again. He slowly stood up and looked at the ball that landed between his two garbage cans. "And I believe the wonderful, amazing-"

"Incredibly cocky," Charlie suggested, looking back at Stella as she continued her victory dance.

"Stella Yamada has won!" she finished, ignoring the interruption. She only received an eye roll from her friend and watched as he fell to the ground. Charlie began to regret accepting Stella's soccer challenge. Exhaustion from mowing the lawn was one reason. "Sorry about your man-pride, Delgado," Stella told him, lying beside him. His second reason was that his ego had been severely damaged when he had lost 20-6. He didn't answer Stella, just lay there, silent, and watched the sky.

The sky was a pale blue color and there had not been a cloud in sight, much to Charlie's disappointment, until after he finished mowing. His eyes watched as the white puffs floating above them moved across the sky slowly. There was a cloud shaped like an ice cream cone though he didn't point it out. Stella had become silent whenever their group looked up and guessed what they saw. He assumed it brought her back to when she made her confession to the band.

"You don't give yourself enough credit," Charlie spoke aloud. This had been floating around his head since that day in Olivia's backyard. When he looked at Stella, he saw this girl who was original and who wasn't afraid to stand up for what she believed. He hoped that one day, soon, she would see it too.

"Look who's talking," she responded a beat later. A sigh escaped both of their lips simultaneously. They both turned their heads to look at each other, a smile breaking out on their faces once their eyes connected, and a laugh erupted from Stella. She turned her head back to the sky, content. "You used to brave the world, all on your own. Now we won't let you go, we're going along," Stella sang softly. Charlie's mind drifted back to when Stella's brothers had convinced the band to let them direct Lemonade Mouth's very first music video.

"Be who you wanna be, always stand tall," he sang absentmindedly. Neither of them looked at each other, their minds running off to another place; a place full of lemonade.

"Not gonna let you fall…," they sang together. It had seemed so normal to them as their voices blended perfectly. Charlie expected to hear the voices of the rest of the band to continue with the chorus. But silence had entered the Delgado backyard.

Charlie had always considered his backyard to be big. When he was growing up, he often believed it was one of the largest in the world. He thought that there were mysterious animals and adventures hiding behind the trees and fences around his yard. But now, as he laid here with Stella by his side, he realized how different it seemed. Lemonade Mouth often found themselves hanging out at one of their houses, whether it be brainstorming ideas for the band or just having fun. Charlie's backyard was a favorite.

At those times, it seemed like there was not enough room for the entire group when they were all together. With ideas bouncing off others, they got crazier. Now his backyard just seemed empty. It was an uncomfortable feeling and lonely as well. The latter was an emotion he had known all too well during elementary and middle school.

Stella suddenly sat up, startling Charlie out of his thoughts. "Charlie!" she yelled, the happiness clear in her voice. She smacked his arm until he sat up with her, placing his arms over his knees.

"What?"

"I know how to get the band back together!" Stella's smile seemed like it could stretch beyond her face. Charlie groaned, emitting a low 'Oh boy…' and fell back so he was flat on the grass once more.

The glare that was directed towards him was unseen. Charlie closed his eyes and dreaded what plan Stella had in mind. He sighed and went back into his sitting position, deciding to give her a chance. "What is your brilliant plan this time?"

A set of pearly white teeth greeted Charlie. "YES!" Stella cheered. What had he gotten himself into this time?

This is just a filler chapter so you see how Charlie feels without the band together and how their absence is becoming somewhat unbearable for him. This was inspired by the wonderful (and unfortunately very hot) days that has finally graced New York. Too. Much. Snow.

I promise to respond to all of your reviews and messages very soon! Thank you for all of your support. I promise that the chapters will become much better. Thank you again!

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