Hello, okay so obviously this isn't a Good Luck Charlie fanfiction. In this story, Olivia's mom wasn't dead, and her father did go to jail for a brief amount of time, which I'll explain later on, but he's out of jail. But other than that, enjoy my pretties. P.S, I don't know what school they went to, so I made it up. Sorry if it confuses you.

Don't own Lemonade Mouth at all, but, a girl can dream.

Olivia White walked the halls of Highlander high school, looking at her yellow Tom's. She hugged her binder close to her chest, as if they'd absorb the pain out her. She briefly looked up as she made her way to her locker. Sighing, she opened it, and stared at the pictures taped on the locker door. One was her and her band mates. She smiled, remembering the day of it. The other was her mother and father, smiling next to a thirteen year old Olivia in a felid of daisies. A tear fell from her eye at the looks at her parents.

She looked away, disappointed. "Hey." A voice was heard from behind her. Olivia jumped at the voice, and turned to find a smirking Stella, but her smirk turned into a frown at the looks of Olivia's tears. "Olivia, are you alright?" She asked concerned.

Olivia looked back at her parent's picture and closed her eyes; she sighed deeply, and opened her eyes, "I'm fine." She lied. Stella walked in front of her, next to the girl's locker door.

Stella looked inside her locker and spotted the picture Olivia was now staring at. "You're crying over your parents? Why?" She asked chuckling a bit. Olivia tore her eyes from the picture to look at Stella. The looks on her face shattered her heart. It was like it was hopeless to cure her pain; she looked so innocent, so harmless. Stella, confused tilted her head slightly. "Olivia, what's going on?"

Olivia looked at the ground and sniffed. She looked up and gave her a fake smile, which deflated quickly. She closed her locker and turned her heels, walking away from the confused teen. "Olivia, Olivia," she called out loudly. She jogged, trying to keep up with the blonds pace. She finally reached her and grabbed her arm, turning her to face her. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it," she looked at the floor and walked away. Stella, this time, didn't run after her. She watched as she dogged the people, until she disappeared down the hall.

Once lunch pulled around, Lemonade Mouth, minus Olivia, were sitting at their original table. "Where's Olivia?" Wen asked looking around the lunch room franticly.

Stella shrugged her shoulders and scanned the lunch room, before looking back at Wen, "I have no idea. I was talking to her and she was crying. Then she left."

"What happened?" Charlie asked. Stella again shrugged. He nodded and the band mates were silent. That was when Charlie spotted a blond, with a vintage dress, and yellow Tom's. She was sitting at a table alone, reading. "There she is." He pointed. They looked and Wen and Stella stood.

"We should talk to her?" Stella suggested looking from Olivia to her band mates. No one spoke; they all wore the saw face, denial. Besides Wen, he was all for it. "Oh come on guys. That's our band mate, our friend and she was crying."

Mo and Charlie sighed and stood, nodding. They soon arrived at the table, Olivia completely oblivious. "Hey Olivia," Stella says, causing once again, the blond to jump. She looked at them and looked at her book.

"C-can you go? I really want to be alone." She says softly.

"Olivia, what's wrong? Tell us we're your friends." Wen says placing a hand on her shoulder. She flinched at the touch, but relaxed. Once she didn't respond the teens exchanged looks, and they slowly walked towards their table.

"My parents are dead." She said softly, but loud enough for the four to hear. They stopped and face her in shock. She sniffed, her back was towards them, but they knew she was crying. "M-my mom and dad where out last night and a drunk driver hit them…." She sobs, "I… I didn't even say goodbye. It's my entire fault if I just gone with them they would be here."

They turned around, and sat at the table. Charlie and Stella in front of her, Mo to the left, Wen to the right of Olivia. "This isn't your fault. I'm sorry, Olivia. I really am, but don't blame this on yourself." Mo says placing a hand on her shoulder. Olivia just stares at her book, tears falling, landing on the letters.

"I…" She starts with a shaky voice. "I, I just want it to be like it never happened. I want my mom and dad back, I have no one."

"You have us." Wen tried. Stella, Mo and Charlie nodded in agreement, with various, 'yeah's were heard.

Olivia looked up, "I need a real mom. A mom who'll tell me I look pretty with that certain dress. O-or that dad who'll dance with me at the father daughter ball, that we attend, every year. You, as hard as you could try, could never replace my mom and dad. I-I know my dad's done some pretty bad things but I still love him and I always will. I… God I miss them so much." She sobbed.

"Olivia, we'll help you through this, okay-" Charlie starts.

"No," she cuts him off, "I don't want you to help me. Everything bad in my life was when I started this band. My- my grades dropped, I got detention, and I humiliated myself and my parents are…" she stopped and sobbed yet again. "I'm out… I'm out of the band. I can't take the stress any longer. I need a break. I need some time to myself."

"Olivia-" Wen started.

"God you're suffocating me. I need my space." She stood and grabbed her books, "I know you don't like it… but please respect it." She says walking away from a dazed, broken up band.

Terrible, good, needs improvement, tell me, pretty please?