Lemonade Mouth

Disclaimer-I do not own lemonade mouth or any of it's characters, I only own this story plot.

A shorter chapter, I'm not completely satisfied with it but I've rewrote it a few times and it's the best I could come up with.

The band was in Rome, they were about half way through their tour, Mo was finally back with the band. They were finishing up singing Breakthrough, Wen grabbed a microphone and started talking.

"Olivia White!" He said walking up behind her, she smiled embarrassed.

"Ya." She said into her microphone, she saw him get down on one knee in front of her, and thousands of others in the audience.

"Will you marry me?" He smiled holding out the ring, Olivia's grandma was watching from the right wing, next to Sydney and Wen's dad.

"Oh, oh my gosh." Olivia was speechless. "Yes."

"Good." He said placing the ring on her finger as the band and the audience and their relatives clapped and cheered. "Okay, we got fan's waiting for the rest of our set."

"Let's GO." Stella shouted, Olivia smiled and waited for the music to start playing so she could start singing.

After the show, Stella and the rest of the band congratulated the newly engaged couple. Before Wen took Olivia on the evening he had planned. Mo and Scott disappeared to who knows where with baby Ellie. Stella and her mom went to roam Rome. Charlie was getting ready to go chill in his hotel when Sydney him that they needed to talk.

"Yea?" Charlie said as he entered the dressing room where she was sitting crying her eye's out.

"I'm p-p-pregnant." She said through the sobs.

"With Wen's dad's kid?" Charlie said eye's wide, hopeful it was.

"No." She replied, Charlie went ghost white.

"What?" He said in terror, he had just wrecked Wen's family, and probably the entire band once this got out.

"Yea. What are we going to do?" She looked scared to death.

"Well, I'm going to be here for you. The whole way through." Charlie stumbled across his words. "Can we wait to tell people until the end of the tour though?"

"Sure." She inhaled.

"When the tour's over I'm going back to my apartment in Paris, for good." Mo told Scott, who sighed heavily.

"What?" He sounded upset.

"I want you to come with me." She finished her thought."My family has pretty much disowned me, and I have a modeling career there. I want you there with me."

So as I said I'm wrapping this up soon. this is the start of that obvious. Constructive criticism and positivity only nothing hateful please.