Me don't own Dewey or anyone from the School of Rock...or the numerous songs mentioned in this fic. I'm going to try and use song titles as the title for each chapter. Oh btw the kids are about 18 now and Dewey is in his early 30's. I know this is the overused concept of adding an OC but I felt as if Dewey didn't have enough fics about him. He's my fave character. And I just don't see him and Roz together. He needs a true rocker babe! I love Fleetwood Mac but...ya know just a Stevie obsession dosn't make you a rocker chick! The song for this chappy is 'Dazed & Confused' by the all too awesome Led Zepplin.

"Roz Roz Roz!" Dewey begs from the lawn of Roz's second story house. "Don't do this to me! I'm sorry!" Roz continues to throw things out of the window on the second floor yelling high brow insults at him as she does so. "You immature over grown child!" She yells as she throws a box of records out the window. "No no no..." Dewey dives after the crate, grabs it before it hits the round and a sudden doom resulting in the shattering of some very rare yinyl. "Roz! What did I do now?" She stops to glare at him and suddenly he knows what he did wrong. He forgot to pick her up from school. Her car had blown up and she needed a ride, and he had forgotten. Much like he had forgotten so many important things before.

"Roz! Not the guitar!" Without a second thought she dumped the guitar he had given her, one of his favorites, out the window. With a lump in his throat he could do nothing but watch the guitar smash against the ground, the amp following. He looked up at her dissapointed. "Woman you have no soul." With an angry growl she threw out a bag containing all his clothes and such. "Go back to mooching off Ned like you were before you irresponsible ass!" Feeling broken himself he picked up the stuff that hadn't been destroyed, loaded it into the back of his black Dodge van. "You just wait! I'll show you just who's the irresponsible one!"

"Dewey.." Dewey stared at the toes of his Chuck Taylors, not wanting to look Ned in the eyes. "She kicked you out didn't she?" Dewey nodds, clutches the bags of stuff he carried. "C'mon in man, I didn't let Patty crash your corner room." Ned says, ushers Dewey in. "Thanks man." "She kicked you out Dewey?" Patty asks, actually sounding concerned. "Yea.." "Haha where's my $20 Ned? I told you she couldn't stand him for long!" Ned glances at Dewey, a sorry expression in his eyes. "I didn't bet with her.." "It's cool." Dewey cutts him off. "If ya don't mind I just wanna be alone for a little while." He adds, setting the crate of records and bags of stuff in his 'room'. "If you want to be alone you should get your OWN place." Patty retaliates. Dewey turns around, shoots a sad glace at her. "Patty leave him alone."

With a sad sigh Dewey closes the curtain to his room, lies on his cot on the floor, puts a Nirvana greatest hits cd in the cd player and pulls on his headphones, sinks into his own world.