A/N: After about a million days, it occurred to me that there might be fanfiction for one of the best movies ever. What do you know? There was. I went through a few, and I have to say that I don't really understand the Freddy/Katie thing. It just doesn't click. I can stand the Zack/Summer, but only if the plot is good. Anyway, I noticed that there are not near enough stories out there with my favorite ship: Freddy/Summer. I decided to try my hand at the pairing. I know I kinda suck at writing, so I ask that you forgive me. I try to update my profile once a week. If you look at the bottom of the page, there is Currently: blah blah woof woof. That is where I post my progress. Now, onto the story.
Disclaimer: It doesn't belong to me. Hence the title fanfiction.
Summer's POV
The band had changed. It was to be expected. I mean, what really happens during the six years between Fifth Grade and Eleventh? Change. It all started when Lawrence moved. His grandparents on his mother's side were having problems living on their own in California, so they moved out west to live with them. After careful deliberation, the band decided they would rather continue with out a keyboard.
It was shortly after that we noticed the crew didn't really show up except on the rehearsal before a show. It was working, and it gave them more free time to make new friends. They didn't feel so left out. This kept the band in a feeling of harmony, or at least it did for awhile.
In seventh grade, Tomika's little brother lost his seventeen-month long battle with leukemia. She found that singing just didn't make her happy anymore. She didn't really have a reason to do it. The rest of the girls (minus Katie and myself) didn't think it felt right without her, so they quit as well. Fortunately, Dewey thought of having the rest of the band take a few lessons, and then they did back-ups.
However, there was one final change to be made. A little under a year later, Dewey decided that he had more fun and success teaching rock to the next generation. The band was down a lead singer and back-up guitar.
Well, we were until my traitorous best friend and cousin, Katie and Zack respectively, spoke up about my hidden talents. Katie knew I had been taking vocal lessons since the fiasco in Fifth Grade. Zack only knew about my playing the guitar because I had begged him on the grounds of being cousins to teach me right before Tomika quit.
In essence, all that happened was that Dewey and I traded jobs. He does most of the managerial type duties. I back Zack up on guitar and sing lead most of the time. Occasionally, the others want to do a song or two but not often. The crew is still with us, but we just don't have as much fun. That's not exactly true. We have the same amount of fun. It just feels different.
The band has remained the same since Eighth Grade. It's still just me and my best friends. You heard correctly. I called a truce with Freddy. We still argue occasionally, but I know he'll be there for me. In fact what with Katie and Zack dating, I see more of Freddy than I do of either of them. Plus, he lives closer. It's a lot easier to go there when I get angry or freaked out at my constantly empty house.
I guess you didn't see that one coming, did you? Perfect, gold star-loving Summer Hathaway living alone? Or maybe you were surprised by me not having the perfect family? I never did have a perfect family. My mother loves my father, or she did when she first married him at least. Now, I don't know. I love my dad. We used to be pretty close, but he runs a huge corporation and has to fly from city to city all the time. When he's home, I spend a lot of time with him.
Unfortunately, my mom likes to come home when he does. I guess I love my mother. I just resent her. She gets married, has a kid, raises said kid up until she is in the third grade. Then she starts spending most of her time in vacation villas and resorts around the world, leaving her youngest child to spend time with the housekeeper instead of her parents. Nice, huh.
Then, there is my older half-sister. She was six when our mom married my dad. She hates me. I'm not exaggerating, either. She hates me. I guess because my dad didn't pay as much attention to her. He used to spend a lot of time with me while she was at school. When I got to school, I got really good grades with ease, and she was struggling to get B's. I don't understand it, but whatever.
Let's move on to a different topic. How about school? Unsurprisingly, Freddy is the friggin' hottest guy at school. He's got this bad boy vibe about him that is really attractive. Of course, having a different girlfriend every week contributes to that. Zack, as his best friend, tagged along on his popularity ride as the lovable, good guy sidekick. Did I forget to mention that I am in love with freakin' Freddy Jones?
I suppose you want an explanation. I guess I had a little bit of a crush our freshman year, but I didn't fall for him until the beginning of this year. I agreed to tutor him after his grades began to slip. While doing so, I noticed the guy he is. It's not that much different than he appears to be. Just deeper and sweeter. I should just stop before I get depressed.
Anyway, I should get ready. Katie, Zack, Freddy, and I are going to go out to a club tonight with some friends. I think they just want to take my mind off the fact that it is one week from my Junior Prom at Horace Green Academy, and I don't have a date. Not to mention, the guy I like will never ask me.
But, hey. A girl can dream, right?
A/N2: So there is the first chapter. I have part of Freddy's POV written, but don't expect it tomorrow in case something comes up. I ask you to review. All I ask is that if you flame, give constructive criticism instead of "this sux u dont no how 2 rite". ( one of the stories I pulled had a review like that.) Helpful Hint: Reviews make me happy and inspire me to write.