Author's note: My husband says I'm too old for this s**t. Meaning Disney movies, but I think you can't be too old for cuteness and Lemonade Mouth definitely has one of the cutest couples on Earth. Yes, I'm talking about Olivia and Wen! The one thing I despise about Disney movies that they don't allow their characters to kiss. Seriously, what's wrong with that? Anyway, that's what fanfiction is for. We will get there eventually, but first a little angst, because that is how I roll!

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Disclaimer: I don't own nothing, if I would they would have surely kissed!

Oh, and please excuse my grammar, English is not my native language, but I try my best to check. Also I write this chapter in a hurry (in two hours), ergo, the mistakes…

After Moxie's show Wen and I couldn't share a private moment. We were in a hurry as usual. Our lives were in fast-forward mode. Everybody wanted a piece of us these days, but we enjoyed that. It was kind of our goal to be heard and we got that. But as they say with the good comes the bad and the interviews, smiling to the public, handshakes and air-kisses were inevitable even when it was the last thing I wanted.

The thing I really wanted was to talk through my rush declaration at The Music Scene with Wen. I needed to divert the attention from Mo, since she was in an awkward situation. So I got myself in an awkward situation instead of her. It was kind of true, what I said there. We were dating-ish with Wen, but officially nothing happened between us. We fooled around, but never got close to a kiss or something like that. There was a reason for it. Wen was my best friend. And although I definitely felt something more than friendship towards him, I wouldn't have wanted to ruin what we already had by walking into a relationship and when it would end face the ugly consequences. We were stuck together 24/7. I could see the doggy eyes Charlie shoots towards Mo even after these months, and I wanted to avoid that fate. I knew how uncomfortable it could turn for all of us, if we would break-up. I never really had many friends. Or any friend for that matter. Wen meant everything to me, I couldn't bear to lose him, and so I deliberately kept our relationship on a friendship level. Even though I was certain he wanted more, he never pushed it. That was why he was so shocked that I changed my mind on national television.

And changed it back the moment we were out of the studio.

He had no idea I was having second thoughts. He stood by my side during the whole day of running from place to place and never let go of my hand. Sometimes he stroked my hair or hugged me loosely, he really treated me like his girlfriend. And it really felt good. It was just made that harder to advise him to forget about my rambling and return back to our strictly platonic affair. But I planned to discuss that with him in private.

The first moment we have just for ourselves came close to midnight, when everybody was off to sleep in our giant tour bus. The boys and the girls had both had a three bed rooms. They weren't huge, but it was enough. Wen and I were the last in the place what served as living room in the bus. He seated comfortably beside me his arms was around my shoulder. Officially we stayed up because we wanted to finish a movie we were watching but of course we both had ulterior motives. Mine was to discuss the situation between us; his was no doubt to have some intimate time together.

This was not the first time we snuggled in this sofa, but no other time meant anything other than we enjoyed each other's company. Normally I would be more loosened up. I would have pulled up my legs and would lean on his chest, letting him hold me and play with a strand of my hair. Crazy, but we were more like a couple before we "officially" got together, because right then I wasn't comfortable on his side. I sat like a statue and when he tried to pull me closer I scooted away.

"Is everything all right?" he asked scanning my face looking for the origin of my anxiety.

"Yeah, sure," I answered all too quickly, chickening out of the opportunity to clear the air. Boy, how could I talk myself out of this without breaking his heart?

"Come on Olivia. Tell me," he insisted. I should have known I couldn't fool him so easily. He was always in sync with my thoughts and usually he was the one who said or did the one thing cheering me up.

"Nothing, really. I'm just tired. I think I will call it a night," I spluttered as I stood up enfolding myself from his embrace.

I thought I could make my escape for tonight then he grabbed my hand and pulled me back on the couch. His hands quickly came to cup my face and when he leaned in for a kiss I hesitated. His close proximity clouded my judgment. His eyes were full of emotion and a little smile hid in the corner of his mouth. His red hair was tousled, just the way I liked it, and he smelt really nice. I couldn't really identify the cologne he was wearing, because it doesn't have any distinctive scent in it. Maybe it wasn't even cologne, it was just Wen. My head was on overdrive trying to decide between what I wanted and I what I should be doing. Because right then I wanted nothing more than to kiss him. But my brain seemed to switch back on in the final moment, because I turned my head a little when he was just an inch from my mouth.

"Do you think it's a good idea?" I whispered when I saw the confusion in his eyes.

"I think it's an excellent idea," he said while he leaned closer again this time to place small kisses along my jaw and just below my earlobe, while his thumb stroked the other side of my face. How could I possibly think in a situation like that? I wasn't able to phrase my concerns when I used all my brainpower to stop myself from moaning out loud during his ministrations. Instead of giving in for his soft caresses I stayed rigid, trying at least not to encourage him more when I couldn't tell him to stop.

Of course my coldness hasn't escaped his attention. He looked up nervously, searching for the reason of my restraint.

"Don't you like it?" he asked, his usual self-confidence not present in his voice.

"Yes. No.. I.. I think we shouldn't do this."

"Why not? Dating doesn't allow me to kiss you?" he asked playfully but I heard the anxiety in his tone.

Ok, so that was the moment. How should I phrase it? How could I tell him that although I was attracted to him very much, the best thing for all of us was to stay friends. For a few moments I couldn't say a single word, and then it just came out:

"We shouldn't be dating."

Ok, that sounded way harsher that I intended it to be.

"But earlier… you were the one…" he said searching for the words in confusion.

"I know, but that was for just Mo. You know, distraction."

Man, I made it worse and worse with every word I said. That was so not the way I planned this conversation to happen. Hurting Wen was the last thing I wanted, but I did it all right. I saw how his eyes lost their mischievous light and turn sad and dull. I could feel my heart sank in my chest seeing his pain.

"Right, right. Sure," he mumbled averting his eyes.

"Wen, are we all right?" I asked dumbly. Of course we weren't all right, but even as I broke his heart I wanted to hear him say we would be friends again.

"Why wouldn't we be?" he answered without emotion and when I reached for his hand he yanked it away and stood up.

I couldn't let him leave like that. Not without telling him how sorry I was to lead him on, and hurting him, but I wouldn't trust my brain to say the right words. Every time I opened my mouth something stupid came out. So instead of talking I stood up too, to stop him from leaving and pulled him into a hug.

It was uncomfortable. Our hugs were never awkward before and we have hugged a lot. This time he didn't kiss my shoulder as he usually did, when I was in his arms. He wasn't even hugging me back, just stood there stiff, like I was before on the couch.

I pulled back a little to see his face even when it was painful to see the emotions on it. My eyes filled up with tears as I was trying to tell him without words that it was for the best, for our friendship, but he seemed to disagree. Finally, after we have been looking into each other's eyes for what it felt like an eternity, contemplating on what to do next, he lifted his hands to wipe away my tears. His palms were warm against my face and the skin contact almost made me wishing to break my own resolution. I could tell he saw my weakening, because he moved his head just an inch closer to mine.

"Wen, please don't kiss me," I blurted out in panic.

He jerked his hands away like I burned them and stepped back instantly.

"Don't worry I won't!" he claimed angrily and stormed away.

I heard as a usually non-confrontational Wen slammed the door to the boys rooms behind his back, and I winced when I heard something break.

I instantly realized that my strategy to regain our friendship backfired pretty much. I couldn't imagine how we could save it from here. I already regretted everything I said to him. All I wanted was to keep him as my best friend and now I might have lost him altogether.

I collapsed back to the sofa and cried myself to sleep.

I want to assure everybody that I'm not trying to break Wen/Olivia. I just like a good drama. All the merrier the making up. Anyway this wouldn't be long, maybe one or two more chapters.

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