Title - The ADD Fic
By - PheonixFireBlack & Nuwanda
Summary - Basically a tribute to the supposed-to-be-but-non-existing ADD of Freddy Jones. (Definitely subject to change...like, to be LONGER for example? lol)
Genre - Humor
Category - School of Rock
Feedback - Please? We'll love you forever! lol
Criticism - Flame if you must, but constructive criticism is better.
Disclaimer - Honestly, guys. Don't you think that Freddy would have been popping his Ritalin pills (thanks SwimmerKitti! - PFB) in class if we owned this? No? Well, you obviously don't know us very well, eh?
Notes –
[PFB] Well, not much gonna come from me, I don't think. This fic came about when I mentioned making a fic together when Nuwanda & I were IMing. One idea was a tribute to Freddy's non-existing ADD and the other was just your simple, average (ok, probably not average...) slash fic that we would both work on. In the end...I think we slammed both ideas together in this fic. We've got the ADD tribute and slash...hmm...I say we did good. Nuwanda, you have anything to say to our readers that probably are already reading the story and not this mumbo-jumbo shit?
Nuwanda- Muahaha, live in fear of the two of us working together! Today, this fanfic. Tomorrow: the WORLD! MUAHAHAHAAH! Ahem. I'm okay now. So yeah…this is our fanfic. I think it's pretty funny, but maybe that's just because I'm easily amused. So hopefully you like it too…yeah. So I all kinds of stayed up into the wee hours of the morning to finish this for you guys, so y'all better show us some freaking appreciation, mmmkay?
DEDICATION: SwimmerKitti, who's just awesome. You rock our socks and all that jazz…not that I'm wearing socks at this moment…but I have a drawer full of unmatched ones and believe me, they're all rocking right this moment! :D
ON TO THE FICLET!
Tap tap tap tap. Freddy Jones was in constant motion. Jiggling one leg up and down, he tapped his drumsticks lightly against his desk, thankful yet again for the slightly chubby boy in front of him who blocked him from the teacher's view. He was positive that having his drumsticks out in class would not go over big with his professor.
The professor, however, still had excellent hearing. He looked up from his notes. "What is that tapping noise?"
Freddy immediately ceased the drumming, pressing the drumsticks flat to the desk and making a much louder noise doing so than he had planned. The professor looked right at him, arching an eyebrow, and he grinned back as charmingly as he could. The entire class seemed to giggle and Freddy heard Zack sigh from the seat next to him. The professor walked to the back of the room, stopping next to Freddy's desk, and extended a hand.
"If you don't mind, Mr. Jones," the teacher sighed. Freddy looked from his drumsticks to his teacher, letting his eyes become large and innocent as a wounded baby deer.
"But…I won't do it again. I promise."
"Freddy."
Freddy sighed. The no nonsense tone in the man's voice told him that there would be no way around this one. Forcing tears up into his eyes (not to fall, just enough to make him look innocent and hurt) he slowly handed over the drumsticks.
"Thank you, Freddy. You can have them back tomorrow."
"TOMORROW!"
"Yes…I can't give them back at the end of the period or you'll take them to the lecture with you. You will disrupt Dr. Juno's speech and it will reflect badly on me. I would have you come get them at the end of the day, but I leave each day by two thirty and you won't be done by then. So you can get them tomorrow."
Freddy turned on even more charm, causing many girls sitting nearby to practically swoon, but the teacher shook his head.
"Sorry, Freddy, but that's just not going to work this time. You can get them tomorrow."
Freddy slid slowly down in his seat, arms folded across his chest. He could sense rather than see or hear Zack's amusement and he scowled, glancing at Zack out of the corner of his eye. The brunette definitely looked very amused. He threw his pen at Zack.
"Mr. Jones, if you can't keep yourself under control, I shall have to give you detention!"
Freddy stared disbelievingly at the teacher. "This is college. There's no such thing as detention in college."
The teacher blinked as though he had never thought of this. "Yes. Well." The class begin snickering as he struggled to come up with words. Freddy glanced at the clock.
"Sorry, Mr. H, but we have to go. Don't want to be late for that lecture, now do we." At his words, the volume in the room rose several notches as students began gathering their belongings and exiting the classroom, talking loudly. Freddy shouldered his bag and, leaning over, grabbed Zack's collar and roughly yanked the boy to his feet. "C'mon, Mooneyham. As I said, we don't want to be late for this lecture." Barely allowing Zack the time to gather his belongings, Freddy dragged his friend out of the room, waving merrily on his way out to the professor, who was still looking bewildered.
"I can't believe he took my fucking drumsticks!"
Zack suppressed a grin. It was ten minutes later and Freddy was still fuming about his drumsticks. He carried the sticks with him everywhere; they were like another part of him, an extension of his very being. Without them, he seemed lost.
"Chill out, Spazzy McGee, you can deal one night without them." Zack unlocked his car and tossed his books into the back seat.
"Yeah?" Placing one hand on the back door, Freddy slammed it shut and pushed Zack up against it. "And just what do you suggest I do to occupy my time, huh?"
Zack smiled, staring into Freddy's deep dark eyes. "Oh…I'm sure you'll think of something."
Freddy's face softened a bit, the anger going out of his eyes. "Oh, you are, are you?" There was a moment of silence in which nothing could be heard except the shouts of boys playing soccer about a hundred yards away and the chirp of birds flying above, as Freddy reached one hand out and brushed some loose hair out of Zack's eyes, stroking the brunette's cheek. Then all was silence as the blonde leaned forward and claimed Zack's lips with his own. Everything around them seemed to die away as Freddy pushed Zack into the car with more force, tracing his tongue over Zack's lower lip. Zack pulled away with a breathless sort of sigh, his head tilting to the side to allow Freddy better access to the smooth skin of his throat. Freddy did as was expected, pressing kisses down the tender flesh, fingers tracing lazy patterns over Zack's back, slipping up underneath Zack's shirt to feel the soft skin there.
"Mm," Zack hummed contentedly, eyes shut as he tangled his fingers in Freddy's hair. "We should get going. We really don't want to be late."
Freddy chuckled against Zack's bare skin. "Speak for yourself, Mooneyham." Feeling Zack about to protest, he slowly traced his tongue over the brunette's throat. He pressed another kiss to the tender skin before taking some of the soft flesh between his teeth, biting down and sucking on it harshly at the same time. Zack felt his knees buckle and he collapsed against the car again, moaning.
"Freddy…come on….we have to-nnnnnn, damn, that feels gooood…." He tilted his head back against the hot metal of his car, feeling it burn into his skin and not even caring, content in that moment to burn to death in Freddy's arms, as long as he didn't have to make Freddy stop.
Freddy smiled inwardly, pleased with himself. His hands slid down Zack's back and over the brunette's ass, pulling Zack abruptly forward so that their hips clashed together roughly. Zack gasped.
"DAMN, Freddy!" He attempted to disentangle himself from his boyfriend. "Freddy…Freddy…as much as I would love to stay here and fuck you senseless, we have a lecture to go to….you said so yourself!"
Freddy stared at him, eyes narrowed and mouth slightly open. "You thought I was serious about that?"
It was Zack's turn to look confused. "Why wouldn't you be? It's a required lecture, and it's on such a great book!"
Freddy gave Zack a skeptical look. "Come ON, Mooneyham, it's on Jane Eyre!"
Defensive stance. "What's wrong, may I ask, with Jane Eyre?"
A groan. "ZaaaACK! It's the most boring fucking book ever written! That woman can't write for shit!"
"Can TOO!"
"ZaaaaACK!" Freddy whined. "It's TERRIBLE!"
"Terribly ROMANTIC!"
"Terribly BORING!"
Faceoff. The two boys stared at each other, still standing close together but not as much as before. Freddy folded his arms across his chest.
"Well, I'm not going," he said. They stared at each other for only a moment more, then Zack sighed and broke the eye contact.
"Fine," he said, opening his car door. Freddy stared at him, surprised at how upset Zack seemed. "Well…I guess…I guess I'll see you later, then?" He looked up at Freddy, face very serious and not at all upset, but the sadness was evident in his eyes…in those beautiful, dark brown eyes. Freddy sighed.
"Fiiiine, I'll come, I'll come." He was immediately glad he had consented when Zack's face light up like a little kid on Christmas morning.
"Really?!"
"Yeah, yeah, sure." Freddy threw his books in the back next to Zack's.
"You don't have to, you know. It's okay. I can go by myself." But the hopeful tone in Zack's voice made it obvious that Zack really wanted Freddy to be there with him. And to keep that happy look in Zack's eyes, Freddy was willing to do anything…even if it included sitting through a three hour lecture on Jane Eyre, the book he hated more than any other.
"Shut yer mouth, Mooneyham, I'm coming." He slid into the passenger seat and was immediately pounced on by a grateful Zack, who pulled him close and kissed him. He laughed against Zack's mouth, shoving the brunette away. "Away with you, Zack!"
Zack's feelings weren't hurt by the reprimand; instead he grinned wider than ever and started the car. Freddy shook his head, grinning, and, for once, fastened his seatbelt without being told. Zack noted this with a small flush of pleasure, knowing full well that Freddy did this just to please him. He knew that Freddy usually hesitated to fasten his seatbelt in order to:
a) Piss off Zack
Or
b) Get Zack to fasten it for him.
Freddy wasn't aware that Zack knew his true intentions; he just knew that:
a) Zack looked cute when annoyed
And
b) He liked having Zack touch him, no matter what the circumstances.
Freddy stifled yet another sigh as they pulled out of the parking lot, thinking with dread on the next three hours, which were sure to be full of boredom and boredom….and boredom…he realized with a sudden jolt of shock that he hadn't told Zack his good news. He, Freddy Jones, had been seeing a therapist lately, something he had always adamantly refused to do. He hated therapists and anything to do with them. But this one was actually pretty cool. His name was Dr. Monroe, but he had Freddy call him Dr. Bob and he was funny and friendly, and, most importantly, he was helping Freddy learn better ways of coping with his ADD, ways he could coach himself to sit still longer without taking so much medication. Freddy had been going small periods of time without any meds, and today, for the first time, he was attempting to go an entire day without any meds at all.
Oh well, he thought, grinning as Zack turned on the Ramones, which was still Zack's undisputed favorite. Freddy rolled down his window, loving the feeling of the cool breeze whipping through his hair. I guess I'll tell him later then…after the lecture. He'll be so proud when I tell him…after seeing how quiet I can be without meds, he'll be so proud!
With that thought in mind, Freddy glanced over at his boyfriend, who was singing loudly and off-key, and couldn't help but grin. Zack's voice had improved a lot, but every so often, he was still a bit off-key. Zack seemed to feel Freddy's eyes on him; he suddenly stopped singing and glanced at Freddy. "What?" he asked amusement in his voice. "Is my singing that bad?"
Freddy shook his head, still grinning. "Nope…it's actually pretty damn good."
Zack smiled. "Yeah, right, Jones, you're lying through your teeth."
Freddy threw back his head and laughed, eyes sliding shut. Yeah, he thought, I'm gonna make him proud of me…he'll be pretty damn proud.
-tbc-