Disclaimer: I do not own School Of Rock.

Note: Sorry I deleted the other story everyone, but after re-reading it myself. It actually was the crappest story ever. So I thought out a new plot line and everything I hope you like this story better than the other one. Thank you. )

Chapter One

She fainted.

Suddenly in the middle of the stage, in front of everyone, she had collapsed and for a moment, he thought he stopped breathing.

"Katie?" he choked out, cutting out the mental images of her dying in his mind. He rushed over to her checking her breathing, checking her pulse. "Katie," he hissed, shaking her mildly, "Come on Katie, wake up," shaking her a little harder, "Katie, wake up! Wake up!" shaking her hard, her head lolling on one side he shouted and shouted.

A voice in the background called, "Ambulance, somebody call an ambulance!" Though it was him, that couldn't hear it. Hands touched his shoulder gently, arms wrapped around him tightly, but he couldn't feel it. He was so numbed.

Red lights flashing, arms pushing, he was neither aware that he was riding in the ambulance that was taking him and Katie to the hospital.

The next day was a whirlwind of events, "Mrs. Brown, is Katie okay?" he asked solemnly, his eyes red.

Patting his shoulder she replied, "Don't worry Freddy, I'm sure she'll be fine. I'm sure." Her voice was tired and raspy. He turned his head, moving up towards the flight of stairs. Climbing up, he clenched and unclenched his fist.

Reaching the top he gently rapped at the door and pushed it open. "Katie?" Unsure of what to do he sat by her bed. "Are you…okay?"

She smiled at him and said nothing, but stroked his hand and twisted a lock of his hair with her fingers. He lay down next to her, sobbing into her blanket. She had cried too, silently staring off into space, soothingly stroking his back.

Finally, opening her mouth to speak she said, "I have to tell you something Freddy." He lifted up his head, quickly wiping traces of tears off his face. "Over the past few years, I know I haven't been there for you, but I'm your best friend and always will be. The only reason I wasn't there when you left was because, well, I know you really love your girlfriend and all, but she—"

The door burst open; a grinning girl ran in laughing, her blonde curls untidy. Katie bent her head down, in shame and disappointment. "Freddy," the girl said in a shrill voice, "I knew I'd find you here," gripping Freddy's hand she pulled him away from Katie, slipping her hand behind his back and forcefully pressing her lips against his. "I missed you," she said as she pulled away from him. Katie was looking the other way, as if dreaming. Freddy tried looking in the direction she was, but Vanessa's head was blocking his view.

Katie looked at her note board, where she stuck pictures, whether drawn or just photos. Many adorned that board. One in particular always caught her eye and took her breath away. It was after one difficult band competition, Billy had a hobby on the side, taking photos, he snapped it as Katie and Freddy were clinging onto each other laughing, Mark was shone the spotlight on them, creating an almost magical effect.

She grabbed a tissue out of the tissue box and blew into it. Scrunching it up, she threw it away, while throwing any hope of Freddy ever—she couldn't even say it. She promised that one day, she would tell Freddy, she would tell her mother, and her friends. Today was the day that she would tell them, but due to difficult circumstances, Vanessa, she couldn't tell Freddy. Nor did she have enough strength to tell her mother.

After many years, of fun and laughter had come to an end. It had come to it, that she grew up too fast. Forgetting the means of innocence. Her virginity was intact; it was the mind that was not.

"What are you doing here Vanessa?" Katie asked, snapping the two lovers out of their reverie. "I thought you were out with someone else." Only Vanessa could tell there was spite in her voice.

Vanessa spun around, facing Katie, away from Freddy; a sneer formed on her pretty little face, "Aren't you sick? Oh, you poor thing. It must be horrible." Hard cold bitch; you could tell it from her stance, her tone, just everything. But being a boy with hormones, the only that mattered was oblivious to it all.

"It doesn't matter whether I'm sick or not, does it," she whispered, looking down at her trembling hands.

Vanessa flipped her hair over her shoulders she replied, "No. I guess not." With a smile, she continued on, "Without a doubt I don't think he does either…"

Freddy heard himself being mentioned in their conversation and decided to join in, "Excuse me…what was being said about me?" he asked a joking grin on his face, he slung his arm over Vanessa's shoulder.

Before Katie could explain, Vanessa had butted in, "Well—Freddy, Katie here, thinks you don't care whether she's sick or not."

Freddy looked confused, Katie knew perfectly well how worried he had always been when she was sick minor or major. "Katie—I'm always worried about you. I know I'm not with you 24/7 because I'm with Vanessa but—"

"But you never listen to what I have to say," she finished off, brushing her hair out of her face and smiling weakly. "You're never here with me anymore, and I try to talk to you Freddy, and you never listen, not truly." Lifting off her blanket, she got up. Standing on her right leg first, she winced and fell back.

"Katie—are you okay?" he asked her worriedly, not noticing behind him, Vanessa's face paled, "What's this gash—where'd you get—how'd you get this?"

Katie tried to cover it up by pulling down her baggy T-shirt, but he had already got a plain view of the scar—gash that was on her leg. "And that bruise on the side of your face," he continued on, "I've never noticed that…it couldn't have been that fall when you fainted on stage." She put her hand to her face; she winced again, while her face became red. "Katie? What happened?"

Vanessa grabbed onto Freddy's shirt, "Freddy—come on let's leave." Freddy just ignored her.

"Well explain…" Freddy said, waiting uncertainly for her answer.

"It's—nothing," Katie answered hesitantly, "Go away. Go with Vanessa to the park to suck face or something. It's none of your business anyway. You never cared enough."

"You say I never listen, now when I ask you, you don't want to tell me," Freddy explained angrily.

"This—is not—just get out," Katie sighed, "I can't even tell you something I've been keeping inside me for so long."

"What?" Freddy said suddenly raising his voice, extremely angry, "You've been keeping so many secrets from me these years, what do you exactly want to tell me Katie?"

She lowered her head biting her lips, tears spilling out, with one breath she spilt out all those years of pent up friendship, "I love you."