Author's (Purposeless) Note: Hello, my minions! Erm, I mean, faithful readers! This is my first fanfic of publishing! Well, besides my one-shot, but yeah. I hope this turns out well. Um, what was I saying? Oh yeah. Well, it takes place when they're sixteen, blahdy blah, No new characters, a SummerFreddy fic. Ok, then. ONWARD, INTO THE PITS OF FANFICCYNESS!!!!

Disclaimer Thingamabob: Uh, I don't own School of Rock or its characters. Dear old Mike White does. Is he old? I dunno. I don't own The Black Album, or 'Enter Sandman' or Metallica, though that would beyond the epiphany of awesomeness.

A sixteen year-old Summer sat grimly in her room, trying to finish a homework assignment, but her mind could not stay focused. It kept straying to the band, which was falling apart. Everyone was working hard; everyone was still there. But nothing was happening, and people were being distracted. They had all agreed on a break for a few months. They still got together and practiced, but Summer stopped trying to get them gigs and stuff. They just rocked for fun, which disappointed Summer. Dewey had also dropped the 'no-dating-within-the-band rule', because several band members were falling head-over-heels for each other. Marco and Marta, Alicia and Gordon, Katie and Zack, and Eleni and Frankie were all couples now. Michelle was long out of the band; she stopped in eighth grade when she opted for cheerleading and Brittany Spears over School of Rock. Now she was easily known as the easiest girl around. Summer didn't go for the guy thing; a fling every once in awhile was ok, but she never got serious. She hadn't even had her first kiss, and she was sixteen! Katie, her best friend and cousin, scolded her often for it.

But at this particular moment, Summer felt she would leap on the first boy she saw. She was so mad at her parents; her mother and father were divorcing, and her mom was taking Summer with her to wherever she was moving. Summer did not want to go. School of Rock would come back, and they needed Summer. More importantly, Summer needed them. She had dropped her pencil and was dwelling on it again, when she heard a crash from next-door. 'Shit,' she thought. 'Freddy AGAIN.' Freddy had horrible problems with his family. His adoptive older brother and sister, twins, were ALWAYS badgering him, and his parents blamed him. Well, except that Freddy was adopted. His parents had abandoned him when he was an infant, and he had the misfortune of having the two pricks next door as godparents. Summer helped him by cooling him down after a fight, and let him stay with her sometimes. Without her parents' knowledge, usually. After seeing her blonde best friend run out of the door, she opened her window and climbed down the tree. He was walking down the road, and she ran to catch up with him.

"Spazzy! Hey, Spazzy! Wait up!" She ran up beside him and fell into his pace. She was startled to see tears in his eyes.

"'Lo, Tink," he said, miserably. They sat down on their usual park bench.

"What happened this time?" she asked tenderly.

"He...he..."

"What?"

"He destroyed my best drums, and burnt all my CDs. Just because I forgot to feed the dog," he said quietly.

"Oh my God! The bastard! He deserves to die a long, slow, torturing death," she said menacingly. Summer had changed quite a bit from her class factotum ten year old profile.

"I have nothing. Nothing! He took all my spare sticks, but he didn't get these. I never leave home without them," he said, smirking slightly, indicating the sticks in his pocket. "I can't wait til we're eighteen! I'll be able to leave this shit house," he said angrily. Summer was struck with an idea.

"Let's leave now," she said in a dreamy, dazed voice.

"What?!" he asked, looking at her startled. Summer could rebel, but run away?

"Yeah! We just got our license and my parents bought me a car! We can go on a little road trip," she said, smiling evilly. This was perfect.

"I only have four hundred dollars! That won't be enough to survive," he said, disbelievingly.

"Well, you don't have an easily accessible college fund with tens of thousands of dollars in it," she exclaimed, excitedly. He looked at her.

"Can you really get that money?" he asked, amazed.

"I can have it within the hour."

Freddy smiled. "Let's get out of here."

Summer looked through the contents of her suitcase. She had packed a week's worth of clothing, pajamas, every CD she had, laptop, pen and paper, toiletries, and other odds and ends she'd need. Smiling satisfied, she picked up the suitcase and handed it to Freddy, who slid to the ground with it. Summer grabbed her purse, and jumped out of the window. She walked to the van, which was like Dewey's only black and newer, and climbed in the driver's seat. In the back, Freddy had propped up their suitcases, and was using various blankets and bean bag chairs to make it more home-like. Using the mountains of money her parents had, Summer had perfected the stereo system, and installed a DVD player. Freddy thought it was like heaven. He flashed her a thumbs-up and she backed out of the driveway, drove to the bank and removed one thousand dollars.

"That should be enough to get us started. I have to buy a new cell phone and sign it to my plan," she said, mostly talking to herself.

"Why?" asked a curious drummer.

"Because my old cell has a tracking device installed, so my parents could just call the phone agency and they could find out my location."

"Damn, the stuff parents do these days," said Freddy, smirking. He was lucky he was with Summer on this; she was all for it, and more importantly, extremely smart. He never would have thought of his cell phone. Not that he had one. She turned and stopped at a Wal-Mart, where they bought several snacks and drinks and such, and a cell phone for Summer. They climbed in the car after loading their groceries into the back. "So, are you sure about this, Tinkerbell?" asked Freddy, already knowing the answer.

"I have never been so sure, Spazzy McGee," she replied, smirking. Freddy strapped on his seat belt.

"Drive on! Be free!" he yelled wildly. Summer laughed.

"All right, but you need to go to sleep."

"WHAT?"

"I want to be far away when we stop. I can wake you up when I'm tired, then you can drive," she said, like it was the most obvious thing. Freddy yawned at her.

"Well, obviously, I knew that," he said, climbing into the back. "Put some music on," he mumbled.

"Like what?"

"The Black Album."

"That's not sleeping music!"

"What?! The first song is 'Enter Sandman', you fool. Besides, is ANY rock sleeping music?" She laughed at him.

"I suppose not. As you wish, Spazzy." She reached into the CD case and pulled out Metallica's self-titled album, otherwise known as The Black Album, and slid it into the CD player. The first strums of 'Enter Sandman' emitted from the speaks surrounding the van. She heard Freddy singing along, oddly good.

Say your prayers, little one

Don't forget, my son

To include everyone

Tuck you in, warmth within

Keep you free from sin

Till the Sandman, he comes

Sleep with one eye open

Gripping your pillow tight

Exit: Light

Enter: Night

Take my hand

We're off to never-never land

Summer heard Freddy's voice fade, and it was soon replaced with low snores. She smiled and looked to the road ahead. This was going to be a hell of a ride...

There you are! A chapter worthy of...a review, possibly? Who knows! But I say, PLEASE REVIEW! Flames are pointless, I will just use them as fuel for my SUPER DUPER FLAME THROWER MACHINE!!! Ahem, I mean, I will laugh at them.

(I apologize for my wackedness. It is currently 5:33 A.M. and I have been up all night, drinking Mellow Yellow and writing. I am hyper and running on adrenaline. Please forgive me.)