A/N: This is my very first fan fic EVER! So sorry if it sucks lol and yeah that's all, oh and remember…….REVIEW

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Chapter one-

Summer Hathaway sat on her bed surrounded by text books, end of the year

Exams were coming all too soon. Summer was excited for the tests and most of the time

was prepared for them but this year they came early for the eighth graders of Horace green, they had to take them before the eighth grade trip Santa Cruz, California. The tests were next week and Summer had been so pre-occupied with the trip and the band that she hadn't done any studying yet.

"Honey," Summer's mother Meg hollered from the bottom of the stairs. "Telephone." Summer finished the sentence she was reading in her U.S. history book and ran downstairs.

"Hello," she said as she took the phone from her mother's hand.

"Hey Sum, it's Freddy," Summer smiled when she heard his name. She had like Freddy for about a month now, ever since her birthday party when he got he the new Beck C.D. But she didn't want anyone to know that she liked him… especially him.

"Hello Jones," she snarled. Freddy tried to hide his smile when he heard her call him Jones, he loved it when she called him that but he was at Zack's house and he did not under any circumstance want Zack to know that he liked Ms. Teacher's Pet.

"Why are you so mean to me?" He joked. "I know you love me." Summer froze, how does he know Summer thought Did Zack tell him. Zack and Summer were very close, their parents had all gone to high-school together and both of their families had dinner together every Tuesday night, Summer told Zack everything.

"What do you mean?" She said as casually as she could, she paced across the kitchen tiles as she spoke.

"I was just playing, anywhooo we kinda gotta get together to talk 'bout the project that we're supposed to do together," Oh that's right, the project Summer remembered. Earlier in class that day Freddy and Summer were bickering (like always.) Their teacher Mrs. Millar said that as punishment for their constant back and forth arguing that they would have to be project partners during their trip to Santa Cruz and every day write a report together on what they did that day. It was going to go in the school newsletter after they got back.

"Yeah okay, how about tonight?" Summer said nervously, she and Freddy never did stuff together away from the band they just weren't very good friends. She didn't know what to do she just waited for an answer.

"Okay, I'll be over in an hour or two." Freddy hung up the phone and ran home to get ready.

Chapter 2

Summer heard a knock on the door and scrambled to her feet to answer it.

"Hi Freddy," she said as she lead him inside, Freddy just nodded and followed her through the door. "I was thinking about our project and I thought it would be a good idea…" Freddy stopped listening; he couldn't focus on what she was saying he was lost in her hazel eyes. "So do you like my idea?" Summer asked him a few minutes later, she could tell he wasn't paying attention which bothered her. "Well?" Freddy nodded blankly.

"Yeah, sounds good." He said gaining conciseness. Summer gestured to him to follow her up the stairs.

"We can work on it in my room," She said as she led him through her violet door. Summer's room was messier than Freddy expected it would be but when he looked closer he realized that it was books and homework littering her bed and not the normal junk that was scattered throughout him and his friend's rooms'.

"Oh my god Sum!" Freddy screeched. "I like totally love your room," He said imitating Marta. Summer laughed Marta did that every time they went to a band members house after Friday night movie, even if she had been there a million times. Summer started looking around for something under her desk.

"Hmmm that's funny, I could have sworn it was here," she mumbled to herself. Summer sat down and started digging through a file folder that was neatly placed underneath her desk drawer Freddy walked over next to her curiously.

"Whatcha lookin' for?" he asked as he bent down to her level. Summer acted like he wasn't there though she was very aware of his presence. She put her hand on top of the desk, bracing herself to stand up and accidentally pushed off a pile of paper. "Here let me help you with that," Freddy said as charmingly as he could, he tried to move his hands to hers but it wouldn't move Come on Freddy he told himself you can do it. He moved his hand closer and closer to hers and finally he felt her soft skin beneath his. "Oops," he pretended like he didn't do it on purpose. "Sorry about that." Summer tried her best to act like she was mad but couldn't so she just nodded.

"I have to go get some paper from the study, I'm out," and with that Summer walked down the stairs to the study leaving Freddy all alone with an open desk drawer. He stood up and looked inside, there were three neatly stacked sparkly purple notebooks all labeled Summer's Diary with 6th 7th or 8th gradewritten below her name. Freddy knew he shouldn't look but he had to, he took the one that said 8th grade and flipped to a page near the middle. Freddy looked at the date, Summer had written it last month after her birthday party. Freddy smiled as he thought of that day, he had spent the whole week before trying to figure out the perfect gift and just at the last second he found it. Freddy looked back down at the page and began reading.

Dear Diary,

Today is my fourteenth birthday. I'm kind of sad that I'm getting older because being a kid is the greatest you can do whatever you want and you can have so much fun but I realized something today and it's weird because Freddy's the one who made me realize it; you're as old as you believe you are, it's not your age that matters it's how you feel and who you are inside. I realized this when I was opening presents, Freddy got me the new Beck C.D. which rocks but it was what was on the card that really got to me. It had a picture on Tinkerbell (because of my nickname) and it said: All it takes is some fairy dust and a little imagination and you'll be young forever. I don't know if he really knew that this growing up thing is hard on me or if he just got the card because of who was on it but either way it was sweet. I think I'm starting to like him…No I can't like Freddy Jones Can I? well I guess I can hmmm… I guess I'll have to sleep on it. Well luv ya nighty night

Summer

Freddy looked back down at the page in disbelief She likes me? Freddy was so happy but what if she didn't like him, he had to read the next page. He heard Summer coming up the stairs, he couldn't let her catch him with her diary and he had to find out so he stuck it in his bag as quickly and quietly as he could.

"Hey Spazzy, what are you looking so nervous about?" Summer said with a glimpse of curiosity in her eyes.

"Huh? Oh uh nothin' listen I gotta jet call me later, you know for the project."