42A/N: I feel so guilty for not updating for such a long time (again), I am so sorry! It's just that I can't think straight and I'm guessing the holidays have some effect on it... :P But here's a little secret... I actually started working on this chapter when I was still going to school, in fact, it was at school when we were in the PC classroom so instead of watching videos on youtube or playing some shitty (excuse me) games like everyone else was, I was doing this, lol. (Ok, I don't say everyone was playing games, but most of the guys that were sitting in the line in front of me were). Anyways... I hope you'll enjoy this chapter and again, I'm very sorry for the late update. I'd like to say that it won't happen again, but I'm not sure about that... I know, I suck.
(Boz's POV)
Get over Olivia? Yeah, right. Like I'm really going to follow Mikayla's advice. Of course I'm not going to get over her, and you know why? I have a plan. A plan that is so brilliant that only an awesome person like me can come up with it.
Even though it sounds like it is the most difficult plan in the history of plans, it is actually very simple. My plan is to dress up like Wen and then just pretend to be him, so Olivia thinks it's really Wen even though it's me. Then I can get to know Olivia better and find out if I could have some chances with her. Yeah, sure, it might seem unfair, and bad, and totally evil, but I kind of don't have other choices. Or maybe I do, but I just didn't want to spend the whole day thinking about them, because there's no point in straining my brain, right? Anyways, in other words, I'm a genius.
The next morning, after perfectly organizing my plan, I went to look for some clothes that could suit Mr. Gifford's style. Unfortunately I couldn't find any, because all of my clothes were just too... let's just say Boz like. So the only thing I could do was to buy some new ones. To be honest, I wasn't actually very happy about spending my money on some stupid clothes, but when I thought about Olivia's beautiful face again, I knew it was worth it. I'm a king after all! I can afford it, can't I?
So I went to buy some clothes. I was lucky, the guy who worked at the store I went to was a good friend of mine, so I kind of told him about my little pan and he kind of helped me with picking some clothes. Turns out he was a big fan of Lemonade Mouth, meaning he knew the members pretty well, so their styles included that too.
Once I solved the clothing problem and returned back to the castle, there was still some business I needed to attent to. My hair. I ran my hand through it, leaving it messy, just like Wen's hair was. I looked like I just woke up and let me tell you, I didn't like it at all. But if Olivia finds that attractive... alright then!
I stood in front of the mirror, looking at the "new me". I have to admit, I did a pretty good job on my small change. I looked exactly like Wen. I was wearing a gray jumper, an orange chequered shirt and a brown T-Shirt under it, red jeans and some brown shoes (A/N: The same things Wen/Adam had in the "Somebody" music video or in the first scene in the movie) Now I wouldn't be surprised if anyone though I was him.
But even though I looked like Wen, there was still one problem left. I couldn't rap. You know, when you, for example, freestyle, you have to improvise and come up with random lyrics that rhyme. Well, yeah... I can't do that. I can barely figure out what to say when I speak normally! And make it even rhyme? No, thanks. So let's just hope that no one will want me to rap, because that would end up really, really bad. Trust me.
"Boz?" the knock on the bathroom door and Boomer's voice startled me. "You in there?"
I panicked. I was still wearing 'Wen's' clothes, I couldn't come out looking like that! I quickly startled tearing off the clothes of me.
"Yes, I'll be out in a minute!" I called, putting on my clothes as fast as I could. When I was fully dressed up back in my normal clothes, thinking where I should hide 'Wen's' clothes, I eventually put them in the cabinet and brushed my hair back to my normal hairstyle, so Boomer wouldn't suspect something. Unlocking the door, I stepped outside, spotting Boomer and Brady sitting on the couch.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I tried to act casual.
"Hey Boz, umm, I was thinking I could show Brady the island and all the changes here, are you coming?" Boomer asked me as they both got up.
I nodded, "Yeah, sure, let's go!"
"Okay, but we have to be back before the concert in Boomerama," Boomer said as we started heading outside the room. The concert! I almost forgot. Wait, that's it! After the show, once Well is out of sight, I can sneak somewhere with Olivia! See? Told you I was a genius.
(Olivia's POV)
Stella, Mo and I were in our room, getting ready for the show. Mo was deciding what dress she should wear and asked me for help while Stella was just sitting on the couch, shaking her head at us.
"Guys, come on, it's important!" Mo exclaimed, looking at me and Stella. "This one or that one?" she asked, showing us the dresses she was holding.
"Umm, I think you should wear that one," Stella pointed at the red dress hanging on the hanger that Mo was holding in her left hand. Mo looked at her as she was crazy.
"Are you serious? Why this one?!"
Stella stared her, uncomprehending look on her face. "But you asked on our opinion!"
"You know, you're right," Mo admitted as she turned to me. "Olivia, what do you think?"
"Well..." I looked at the dresses, not sure which one to pick. "I might agree with Stella on the red one..."
Mo sighed, "Ugh, fine, I'll wear the other purple one then," she threw the red dress on her bed, looking at herself in the mirror while holding the purple dress in front of her. Stella and I shared a look before just shaking our heads. It was Mo after all. We couldn't blame her for her crazy behaviour when it came to picking clothes.
An hour later, after putting on our outfits, making our hair and putting make up on, the guys came for us to pick us up so we could meet up with the kings and then walk to Boomerama together. When the clock read 7:30 pm, meaning the show was starting in half an hour, we heard the knock on the door.
"Oh, our boys are here," Stella said as she walked over to the door and opened them, revealing three boys standing outside.
"Well, hello boys," she smiled sweetly as she let Charlie, Scott and Wen walk in. Scott walked over to Mo and as always greeted her by giving her a kiss on the cheek and of course telling her how amazing she looked. I wish someone could tell me the same thing...
I sighed and just then I saw Wen walking toward me. Wow, he looked, like, really good. Well, he always does.
"Hey Liv, um," he said as he approached me, "y-you look beautiful."
"Really?" I asked dumbly, blushing slightly. He has never called me beautiful before. "I-I mean... t-thanks, y-you look great too," I stuttered like a total idiot.
I noticed his hand was hidden behind his back and when he put it in front of me, I saw why. He was a holding a rose which he handed to me saying, "This is for you."
"Wow, Wen," I said as I took the rose from him, looking up at him. "It's beautiful, thank you." I couldn't help and hugged him. He was just so sweet!
"Okay, you two love birds," Stella said, interrupting our moment, "it's time to go!"
We pulled away and Wen cleared his throat. I placed the rose on the table and soon we were all heading downstairs to the throne room, where the kings, Brady, Boomer and Boz, along with Mikayla were waiting for us. After we all greeted each other, we started heading to King Boomer's club. I don't know why, but I had a feeling that this night was going to be interesting.
(Wen's POV)
I couldn't help but to think how stunning Olivia looked tonight. Well, not that she doesn't look stunning every day, because she does, but you know. Unfortunately I wasn't the only one who noticed how beautiful she looked, because there it was again. He was staring at her again, he even complimented her! And she blushed and thanked him and complimented him as well! I mean, what is this?!
I was glaring at him all the way there. Who does he think he is? A king of romance or what? I seriously needed to do something about it. But the only thing I could do was to tell her how I feel about her, just as the guys told me when we were getting ready for the show...
{Flashback}
We were in our room, preparing for the show. My thoughts were somewhere with Olivia again, that I didn't even noticed Charlie talking to me.
"Wen, hello?" he waved his hand in front of me, finally catching my attention.
"What?" I asked, shaking my head.
"I asked how it is between you and Olivia," he said.
"What do you mean?" I tried to play innocent.
"Oh, come on, bro, it's so obvious you're in love with her," Scott joined in.
I sighed, "Yeah, fine, I am. So?"
"Well, if you like her and she obviously likes you too, you should do something about it!" Charlie said.
I chuckled, "Like what?"
"Like ask her out or something!" he exclaimed. "I mean, she won't wait forever, man. That Boz guy seems to be interested in her too."
Ah, great. Boz. I didn't want to hear anything about him, just hearing his name made me feel angry. I slightly punched Charlie in his arm, walking away from him to put on my jacket. I heard him and Scott chuckle, causing me to roll my eyes. But then Charlie walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Look, Wen, just tell her how you feel. And do it quickly. You don't want to lose her to some other guy, do you?" I looked at him and shook my head. I didn't. I couldn't lose her to another guy. Especially not to Boz. Charlie gave me a sad smile before removing his hand off my shoulder and walking over to the door with Scott.
"Time to pick up the girls," Scott spoke. "You coming, bro?"
"Yeah," I said as I glanced at a vase that had roses in it. I quickly grabbed one and smiled to myself, following the boys outside the room.
{End of Flashback}
Oliva seemed to like the rose I gave her. But I still don't know if I can tell her how I feel. Everyone says that she feels the same way about me, but what if she doesn't? I'd rather continue crushing on her than ruin our amazing friendship. But if I don't tell her, then I might never find out if she likes me too. So maybe I'll tell her. And you know what? I'll tell her! And I'll tell her right now. Well, not right now, but maybe after show. Or even better, I can come to her room and ask her if she would like to go for a walk. I mean, a walk on the beach under the shinning moon and stars seems like a perfect place to confess my feelings to her, right?
I just hoped that I was doing the right thing.