Freddy and Summer both hate each other. Nothing new there, then. But when an ancient sage causes them both to be lost on a hillside together, how will they get on?

"Freddy Jones, get away from me right NOW!" Summer screeched.

"No way! Why don't you get away from me?" yelled Freddy, causing the members of SoR who hadn't already run for cover to join the others behind Dewey's upturned sofa.

"I have done nothing wrong!"

"Oh, and I HAVE?"

"Yeah, you have!"

"Well, you're not so perfect, either!"

"Yes, I AM!"

"No, you're a control freak!"

"I am not!"

"Hate to break it to you bro, but yah, that's what you are!"

"Well at least I'm not a wanna-be rebel!"

"Neither am I!"

"You so ARE!" At this point Dewey wandered in late.

"Hey, little dudes, what's up?" he asked, unconcernedly.

"She-"

"He-"

"Oh, it's that time again, huh? Why don't you both calm down?"

"Don't tell me to calm down! She's the grade-grubbing, straight-A getting, precision, stupid, teacher's pet of a control freak!"

"NO! I am NOT! Besides, at least I'm not the trying to be cool, class-skipping, clumsy, idiotic, failure of a wanna-be rebel!"

"RIGHT!" yelled Dewey. "This is it! Stop this right NOW!" Both teenagers turned to look at him. There was silence for a minute, before both burst out:

"It's all THEIR fault!"

"I don't care whose fault this is! Both of you apologise to each other right now!" Dewey said, before adding to himself, "That's the most responsible thing I've ever said!"

"No! I'm not apologising to her!"

"And you needn't think I'm apologising to him, either!"

"Shut up, little snob!"

"I will not shut up just because you say so!"

"Good, 'cause it's not like I'm gonna do anything you say, either!"

"I'm band manager! That means you have to do what I say!"

"Yeah? Well I'm the drummer! That means I don't have to!"

"No it does not!"

"It does now!"

"Look," said Dewey, dangerously. "You two are as of now not allowed to speak to each other until you both apologise." Freddy snorted.

"Not gonna happen."

"No. Way." Summer agreed.

"Wow, you two just finally agreed on something."

"No, we didn't!"

"Whatever," said Dewey. "Look, just... just stay away from each other until I can sort this out properly, ok? It's Thursday today, so if you just avoid each until... Monday, which is when we have our next Band Practice, if you two can just avoid each other until then, I'll sort you out, ok?"

"Actually," interrupted Zack, "that's not going to work."

"The prom's on Friday," added Katie, "and we're going as one big foursome."

"They'll just have to learn to get along, then." Zack and Katie looked at each other nervously.

"Um...."

"Uh...."

"What is it now?" asked Dewey, shortly.

"Do you realize you're asking Freddy and Summer to get along? Can you really see that happening?"

"I don't care!" exploded Dewey, suddenly. "This band is the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I am not going to have it wrecked by two hormonal teenagers, do YOU HEAR ME?!"

"Uh, yeah..." said Freddy, nervously. This was so not like Dewey.

"Yeah, w-we'll be quiet, Dewey," stammered Summer.

"Good! Now, Summer, you sit down, Freddy, you get behind that drumkit, Zack and Katie, rock 'n' roll positions, and the rest of you, get out from behind my couch!" Everyone hurried to do what Dewey said, and Band Practice went as smoothly as possible.

The next day also went surprisingly well, due to a mixture of Freddy not coming in til lunch (dentist appointment) and Zack and Katie doing all they could to keep the two away from each other. Finally, it was the night of the prom. Zack picked up Summer, and Freddy picked up Katie. They had planned for Zack to pick up everyone, but with the latest Summer/Freddy thing, they figured it might not be such a good idea.

They made it without Summer and Freddy even seeing each other. As they met outside the gym (where the prom was being held) Zack took the opportunity to whisper to Katie "so far, so good". Katie smiled at him, while self-conciously smoothing down her strapless blue velvet dress. Summer caught her eye, and smiled at her. Katie wandered over to her, as Zack was talking to Freddy.

"I love your dress!" complimented Summer.

"Thanks," said Katie, smiling, "you too." Summer was wearing a simple black dress, with short floaty sleeves, and a ruffled hem that reached her knees. Freddy came over to talk to Katie, and Zack called Summer over. This whole not letting Summer and Freddy see each other thing was harder than they thought it was going to be. A song came on, and Zack invited Summer to dance. Freddy did the same for Katie, and a few minutes later they were all on the dance-floor.

About half an hour later, Katie needed a rest, so her and Freddy sat the next song out. A couple of seconds later Zack came over and sat next to her, followed by Summer. They all just chatted for a bit, Katie and Zack heading off any arguments that might start by changing the subject or making a joke of it.

A slow song came on, the last of the night. Zack, thinking they were safe, invited Katie to dance, and she gladly accepted. They started to dance, and she rested her head on his shoulder. They swayed to the music, and Zack whispered to her "looks like we made it through the night without any major crises, don't you think?" At that minute a resounding crack echoed through the gym, and they turned in time to see a angry Summer storming off, leaving a furious Freddy stood in the middle of the gym, holding the side of his face where Summer had slapped him.

"Whatcha all looking at?!" he yelled, before stalking off in the opposite direction to Summer. Katie turned to Zack, half-smiling.

"Spoke too soon. I'll go after Summer, you see to Freddy, ok?"

"Ok," he said, before leaning over and giving her a quick kiss on the lips. He quickly hurried off, leaving Katie stood there, a faint smile playing about her lips, before turning and going after Summer.

Zack and Katie were stood in front of Summer and Freddy, looking as mad as they'd ever been. Summer looked slightly sorry, and Freddy had a mixture of disbelief, anger and shame on his face, one side of which had a bright red handprint on.

"This is it," fumed Zack. "You have gone way too far. You spoiled a perfectly good night, you made a fool of each other in front of practically the whole school, and you completely ignored what Dewey said! I am taking you both to see him right now."

"So?" put in Freddy. "What's he gonna do – call our parents?"

"I have absolutely no idea what he's going to do, but I'm glad it's not me who's going to find out! How dare you! How dare you do this!"

"We didn't do anything to you," said Freddy, sulkily.

"Yes you did!" snapped Katie. "Because of you, me and Zack had to leave the dance early!"

"But-"

"No!" she said, holding up a hand. "No more arguments. We're going to Dewey's now."