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Stella Yamada sighed. As she peered up at the steps of Yonkley University, she sighed again. So this is where life takes me…she thought, careful not to let her thoughts show on her face. Two years ago, when life was just about perfect, Stella would never have imagined that she would end up going to college without any of her band mates and best friends. Anyone else might have picked the same colleges that her friends were going to, but Stella was never one to follow the crowd. Even though it depressed her a little, she had picked Yonkley University for a very specific reason. Once she set her mind to something, she always followed through, even if it halfway broke her heart. Carry on…Stella thought, and she fixed a sunny smile on her face, scampering up the steps to catch up with her mom. As she passed her dorm building sign, she snickered at the name: Beach Dorm. If life were only a beach…she pondered….college would be perfect.

The dorm was modern and cool, just remodeled two years ago. Stella watched with amusement as her mother looked wide-eyed around her at the co-ed dorm. Two guys raced down the hallway, one shirtless and painted in what looked like an attempt at art on his bare chest. Mrs. Yamada clutched her chest and gathered Stella's pillow to her side as the guys went barreling past.

"Stella…." she huffed hesitantly, "are you sure about this….you could have gone to..Arizona State like your other nice friends…"

"Mo-THER…we have discussed this over and over." Stella smiled impatiently. "You know that I HAVE to go to Yonkley."

"I know, I know, you won't let me forget it, will you?" her mother replied with an uneasy smile. Let's find your room, shall we?"

Stella and Mrs. Yamada gathered up her things and found room 318. Stella eyed the door with a bit of disgust. The whole top half of the door was covered with pink and sparkles which read in bold, glittering letters: JULIET'S ROOM.

"Pink, so not my favorite color." Stella smiled again and was determined to remain optimistic. She knocked politely and waited for a response, beginning to feel a sense of urgency from drinking that 44 oz soda on the drive from Arizona to California.

"Come on, come on." She grumbled impatiently.

Acting surprisingly more take charge than her daughter, Stella's mother grabbed the door handle and inched it open. Stella, sure that she would burst, swept past her mother, dropping her duffel bag at the entrance, surveying her new room. What she saw shocked her beyond belief. On the dorm bed, right in the middle of the room, she saw a mass of arms, legs, and colors: dark, shiny hair, pink, blue, and blonde short hair.

"Stella….what are y-" Stella's mom stopped short, her voice coming up in a gasp at the scene before her.

The couple untangled at the sound of her voice, slow and easy, like they were in no hurry to come up for air. The pink broke away from the blue, and Stella could see her the petite girl clearly: dark, shiny hair, pink sundress, and almost model looks.

The body took a moment to look embarrassed. A tanned hand came to her mouth in a feminine gasp. "Oh dear. Uh….."

When the blonde and blue slowly, lazily turned around and gave Stella and Mrs. Yamada a view, nothing could have prepared Stella for the shock and cold she felt run through her body. There, in the middle of Stella's dorm room was that same, smirking, arrogant face that Stella had spit lemonade into more than two years ago: her archenemy, Ray Beech.

Author's note: I know this isn't the greatest, and I'm not much of a writer, but I am so intrigued by Ray/Stella, and love reading all the awesome Lemonade Mouth fics, that I wanted to contribute a little of my own. Cheers!